Bard. Yea, and to tickle our noses with spear-grass to[2497]
make them bleed, and then to beslubber our garments[2498]
with it and swear it was the blood of true men. I did
that I did not this seven year before, I blushed to hear his[2499]300
monstrous devices.[2500]
Prince. O villain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen
years ago, and wert taken with the manner, and ever since[2501]
thou hast blushed extempore. Thou hadst fire and sword
on thy side, and yet thou rannest away: what instinct305
hadst thou for it?
Bard. My lord, do you see these meteors? do you
behold these exhalations?
Prince. I do.
Bard. What think you they portend?310
Prince. Hot livers and cold purses.
Bard. Choler, my lord, if rightly taken.
Prince. No, if rightly taken, halter.
Re-enter Falstaff.[2502]
Here comes lean Jack, here comes bare-bone. How now,[2503]
my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack,[2504]315
since thou sawest thine own knee?