PRINCE.
You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman!
HOSTESS.
God’s blessing of your good heart! and so she is, by my troth.
FALSTAFF.
Didst thou hear me?
PRINCE.
Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gad’s Hill. You knew I was at your back, and spoke it on purpose to try my patience.
FALSTAFF.
No, no, no, not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.
PRINCE.
I shall drive you then to confess the wilful abuse, and then I know how to handle you.
FALSTAFF.
No abuse, Hal, o’ mine honour, no abuse.
PRINCE.
Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper and I know not what?
FALSTAFF.
No abuse, Hal.
POINS.
No abuse?