Host. Say, what beast, thou knaue thou?
Fal. What beast? Why an Otter
Prin. An Otter, sir Iohn? Why an Otter?
Fal. Why? She's neither fish nor flesh; a man knowes
not where to haue her
Host. Thou art vniust man in saying so; thou, or anie
man knowes where to haue me, thou knaue thou
Prince. Thou say'st true Hostesse, and he slanders thee
most grossely
Host. So he doth you, my Lord, and sayde this other
day, You ought him a thousand pound
Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Falst. A thousand pound Hal? A Million. Thy loue is
worth a Million: thou ow'st me thy loue
Host. Nay my Lord, he call'd you Iacke, and said hee
would cudgell you
Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bar. Indeed Sir Iohn, you said so
Fal. Yea, if he said my Ring was Copper
Prince. I say 'tis Copper. Dar'st thou bee as good as thy word now? Fal. Why Hal? thou know'st, as thou art but a man, I dare: but, as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the roaring of the Lyons Whelpe