PRINCE.
He is indeed, and living to kill thee.
I prithee, lend me thy sword.
FALSTAFF.
Nay, before God, Hal, if Percy be alive, thou gett’st not my sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.
PRINCE.
Give it me. What, is it in the case?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, Hal, ’tis hot, ’tis hot. There’s that will sack a city.
[The Prince draws out a bottle of sack.]
PRINCE.
What, is it a time to jest and dally now?
[Throws it at him, and exit.]
FALSTAFF.
Well, if Percy be alive, I’ll pierce him. If he do come in my way, so; if he do not, if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath. Give me life, which if I can save, so: if not, honour comes unlooked for, and there’s an end.
[Exit.]