Sir John Falstaff.—And unbound the rest, and then come in the other.
The Prince of Wales.—What, fought ye with them all?
Sir John Falstaff.—All? I know not what ye call, all; but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack then am I no two-legged creature.
Mr. Poins.—Pray God you have not murdered some of them.
Sir John Falstaff.—Nay, that’s past praying for: I have peppered two of them: two, I am sure, I have paid; two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal,—if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward;—here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me,—
The Prince of Wales.—What, four? thou saidst but two, even now?
Sir John Falstaff—Four, Hal; I told thee four.
Mr. Poins.—Ay, ay, he said four.
Sir John Falstaff.—These four came all a-front, and mainly thrust at me. I made me no more ado, but took all their seven points in my target, thus.
The Prince of Wales.—Seven? why, there were but four, even now.