Fal. My own knee! when I was about thy years, Hal,
I was not an eagle's talon in the waist; I could have crept[2505]
into any alderman's thumb-ring: a plague of sighing and[2506]
grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. There's villanous320
news abroad: here was Sir John Bracy from your father;[2507]
you must to the court in the morning. That same mad[2508]
fellow of the north, Percy, and he of Wales, that gave
Amamon the bastinado and made Lucifer cuckold and[2509]
swore the devil his true liegeman upon the cross of a Welsh325
hook—what a plague call you him?
Poins. O, Glendower.[2510]
Fal. Owen, Owen, the same; and his son-in-law Mortimer,[2511]
and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot[2512]
of Scots, Douglas, that runs o' horseback up a hill[2513]330
perpendicular,—
Prince. He that rides at high speed and with his[2514]
pistol kills a sparrow flying.
Fal. You have hit it.
Prince. So did he never the sparrow.335
Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him; he[2515]
will not run.
Prince. Why, what a rascal art thou then, to praise
him so for running!
Fal. O' horseback, ye cuckoo; but afoot he will not[2516]340
budge a foot.