GOWER.
I must wait upon my good lord here, I thank you, good Sir John.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to take soldiers up in counties as you go.
FALSTAFF.
Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
CHIEF JUSTICE.
What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
FALSTAFF.
Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great fool.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. London. Another street.
Enter Prince Henry and Poins.
PRINCE.
Before God, I am exceeding weary.