Poins. [Within] Francis![2406]60
Fran. Anon, anon.
Prince. Anon, Francis? No, Francis; but to-morrow,
Francis; or Francis, o' Thursday; or indeed, Francis,[2416]
when thou wilt. But, Francis!
Fran. My lord?65
Prince. Wilt thou rob this leathern jerkin, crystal-button,
not-pated, agate-ring, puke-stocking, caddis-garter,[2417]
smooth-tongue, Spanish-pouch,—
Fran. O lord, sir, who do you mean?
Prince. Why, then, your brown bastard is your only70
drink; for look you, Francis, your white canvas doublet
will sully: in Barbary, sir, it cannot come to so much.[2418]
Fran. What, sir?
Poins. [Within] Francis![2406]
Prince. Away, you rogue! dost thou not hear them[2419]75
call?