HOSTESS.
Good my lord, hear me.
FALSTAFF.
Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.
PRINCE.
What say’st thou, Jack?
FALSTAFF.
The other night I fell asleep here, behind the arras, and had my pocket picked. This house is turned bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
PRINCE.
What didst thou lose, Jack?
FALSTAFF.
Wilt thou believe me, Hal, three or four bonds of forty pound apiece and a seal-ring of my grandfather’s.
PRINCE.
A trifle, some eightpenny matter.
HOSTESS.
So I told him, my lord, and I said I heard your Grace say so. And, my lord, he speaks most vilely of you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is, and said he would cudgel you.
PRINCE.
What! he did not?
HOSTESS.
There’s neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else.