Prince. Give him as much as will make him a royal
man, and send him back again to my mother.280
Fal. What manner of man is he?
Host. An old man.
Fal. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?
Shall I give him his answer?
Prince. Prithee, do, Jack.285
Fal. 'Faith, and I'll send him packing. [Exit.
Prince. Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did[2494]
you, Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you[2495]
ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true prince;
no, fie!290
Bard. Faith, I ran when I saw others run.
Prince. Faith, tell me now in earnest, how came Falstaff's[2496]
sword so hacked?
Peto. Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he
would swear truth out of England but he would make you295
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.