Prince. Why, you whoreson round man, what's the[2439]
matter?
Fal. Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and[2440]
Poins there?
Poins. 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward,[2441]135
by the Lord, I'll stab thee.[2442]
Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I
call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I
could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough
in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: call you140
that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!
give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of
sack: I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day.
Prince. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou
drunkest last.145
Fal. All's one for that. [He drinks.] A plague of all[2443]
cowards, still say I.
Prince. What's the matter?
Fal. What's the matter! there be four of us here have[2444]
ta'en a thousand pound this day morning.[2445]150
Prince. Where is it, Jack? where is it?
Fal. Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon
poor four of us.[2446]