PRINCE.
And the boy that I gave Falstaff. He had him from me Christian, and look if the fat villain have not transformed him ape.
BARDOLPH.
God save your Grace!
PRINCE.
And yours, most noble Bardolph!
POINS.
Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing? Wherefore blush you now? What a maidenly man-at-arms are you become! Is ’t such a matter to get a pottle-pot’s maidenhead?
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He calls me e’en now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his face from the window. At last I spied his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife’s new petticoat and so peeped through.
PRINCE.
Has not the boy profited?
BARDOLPH.
Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away!
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Away, you rascally Althaea’s dream, away!
PRINCE.
Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy?
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Marry, my lord, Althaea dreamt she was delivered of a firebrand; and therefore I call him her dream.