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King Henry the Fourth, II. iv

Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's? And

art not thou Poins his brother?

Prince. Why, thou globe of sinful continents,

what a life dost thou lead!

Fal. A better than thou: I am a gentleman;

thou art a drawer.

Prince. Very true, sir; and I come to draw

you out by the ears.

Host. O! the Lord preserve thy good Grace;

by my troth, welcome to London. Now, the

Lord bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu!

are you come from Wales?

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of

majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood

[pointing to Doll], thou art welcome.

Dol. How, you fat fool! I scorn you.

Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your

revenge and turn all to a merriment, if you take

not the heat.

Prince. You whoreson candle-mine, you, how

vilely did you speak of me even now before this

honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!

Host. God's blessing of your good heart! and

so she is, by my troth.

Fal. Didst thou hear me?

Prince. Yea; and you knew me, as you did

when you ran away by Gadshill: you knew I

was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try

my patience.

Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou

wast within hearing.

Prince. I shall drive you then to confess the

 326, 327 take the heat: strike while the iron's hot

328 candle-mine: mine of tallow 