FALSTAFF.
No, I think thou art not, I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the law, for the which I think thou wilt howl.
HOSTESS.
All victuallers do so. What’s a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?
PRINCE.
You, gentlewoman.
DOLL.
What says your Grace?
FALSTAFF.
His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.
[Peto knocks at door.]
HOSTESS.
Who knocks so loud at door? Look to th’ door there, Francis.
Enter Peto.
PRINCE.
Peto, how now, what news?
PETO.
The King your father is at Westminster,
And there are twenty weak and wearied posts
Come from the north: and as I came along,
I met and overtook a dozen captains,
Bareheaded, sweating, knocking at the taverns,
And asking everyone for Sir John Falstaff.