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Hast. Grant, that our hopes (yet likely of fair
birth,) Should be stillborn, and that we now possessid The utmost man of expectation; I think, we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. Bard. What! is the king but five and twenty
thousand? Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, lord
If he should do so,
ther? Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Monmouth: But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice.
31 Let us on;
Enter Hostess; Fang, and his boy, with her; and
SNARE following: Host. Master Fang, have you enter'd the action? Fang. It is enter'd.
Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeoman will a' stand to't?
Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Host. Yea, good master Snare; I have enter'd him and all.
Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.
Host. Alas the day! take heed of him: he stabb’d me in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith, a' cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither woman, man, nor child.
Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
Host. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow.
Fang. An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice 32;
Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good master Fang, hold him sure:—good master Snare, let him not’scape. He comes continually to Pye-corner, (saving your manhoods,) to buy a saddle; and he's indited to dinner to the lubbar's head in Lumbertstreet, to master Smooth's the siłkman: I pray ye; ince my exion enter'd, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his
A hundred mark is a long loan for a poor lone woman to bear : and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and have been fub'd off, and fub'd off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.Enter Sir John Falstaff, Page, and BARDOLPH. Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do your offices, master Fang, and master Snare; do me, do me, do
offices. Fal. How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?
Fang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of mistress Quickly.
Fal. Away varlets!— Draw, Bardolph; cut me off the villain's head; throw the quean in the channel.
Host. Throw me in the channel? I'll throw thee in the channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bas