Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores[. ]
I. 3.
75 Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
Trudge, plod away [o’ the] hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will [learn] the [humour] of [the] age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.
[Pist.] Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and [fullam holds],
80 And high and low [beguiles] the rich and poor:
Tester I’ll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!