Fal. Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so[2548]
majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by the[2549]
heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.[2550]
Prince. Well, here I am set.
Fal. And here I stand: judge, my masters.420
Prince. Now, Harry, whence come you?
Fal. My noble lord, from Eastcheap.
Prince. The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.
Fal. 'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle ye[2551]
for a young prince, i' faith.[2552]425
Prince. Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth
ne'er look on me. Thou art violently carried away from
grace: there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old[2553]
fat man; a tun of man is thy companion. Why dost thou[2553]
converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of[2554]430
beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard
of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted
Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that[2555]
reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that[2556]
vanity in years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack435
and drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a capon
and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft? wherein crafty,
but in villany? wherein villanous, but in all things? wherein
worthy, but in nothing?
Fal. I would your grace would take me with you:440
whom means your grace?
Prince. That villanous abominable misleader of youth,
Falstaff, that old white-bearded Satan.[2557]