Prince. What, a hundred, man?
Fal. I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a[2447]155
dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by miracle.[2448]
I am eight times thrust through the doublet, four
through the hose; my buckler cut through and through;
my sword hacked like a hand-saw—ecce signum! I never
dealt better since I was a man: all would not do. A160
plague of all cowards! Let them speak: if they speak
more or less than truth, they are villains and the sons of
darkness.
Prince. Speak, sirs; how was it?[2449]
Gads. We four set upon some dozen—[2450][2451]165
Fal. Sixteen at least, my lord.
Gads. And bound them.[2450]
Peto. No, no, they were not bound.
Fal. You rogue, they were bound, every man of them;
or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.[2452]170
Gads. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh[2450][2453]
men set upon us—
Fal. And unbound the rest, and then come in the[2454]
other.[2455]