FALSTAFF.
Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome.
DOLL.
How? You fat fool, I scorn you.
POINS.
My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.
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.