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but man, I dare; but as thou art prince, I fear

thee as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp.

Prince. And why not as the lion?

Fal. The king himself is to be feared as the

lion: dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy

father? nay, an I do, I pray God my girdle

break!

Prince. O! if it should, how would thy guts

fall about thy knees. But, sirrah, there's no

room for faith, truth, or honesty in this bosom

of thine; it is all filled up with guts and midriff.

Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket!

Why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed rascal,

if there were any thing in thy pocket but tavern

reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and

one poor pennyworth of sugar-candy to make

thee long-winded; if thy pocket were enriched

with any other injuries but these, I am a villain.

And yet you will stand to it, you will not pocket

up wrong. Art thou not ashamed?

Fal. Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in

the state of innocency Adam fell; and what

should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of

villainy? Thou seest I have more flesh than

another man, and therefore more frailty. You

confess then, you picked my pocket?

Prince. It appears so by the story.

Fal. Hostess, I forgive thee. Go make ready

breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants,

cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable

to any honest reason: thou seest I am pacified

still. Nay prithee, be gone.

 176 embossed: swollen

181 injuries; cf. n. 