HOSTESS.
Thou art an unjust man in saying so, thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou.
PRINCE.
Thou say’st true, hostess, and he slanders thee most grossly.
HOSTESS.
So he doth you, my lord, and said this other day you ought him a thousand pound.
PRINCE.
Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
FALSTAFF.
A thousand pound, Hal? A million. Thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love.
HOSTESS.
Nay, my lord, he call’d you Jack, and said he would cudgel you.
FALSTAFF.
Did I, Bardolph?
BARDOLPH.
Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
FALSTAFF.
Yea, if he said my ring was copper.