Falst. There's no more faith in thee then a stu'de Prune; nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox: and for Wooman-hood, Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife of the Ward to thee. Go you nothing: go
Host. Say, what thing? what thing?
Falst. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on
Host. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou shouldst know it: I am an honest mans wife: and setting thy Knighthood aside, thou art a knaue to call me so
Falst. Setting thy woman-hood aside, thou art a beast
to say otherwise
Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?
Fal. What beast? Why an Otter
Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?
Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes
not where to haue her
Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie
man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou
Prince. Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee
most grossely
Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other
day, You ought him a thousand pound
Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Falst. A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is
worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue