Host. Good my lord, hear me.
Fal. Prithee, let her alone, and list to me.90
Prince. What sayest thou, Jack?
Fal. The other night I fell asleep here behind the
arras, and had my pocket picked: this house is turned
bawdy-house; they pick pockets.
Prince. What didst thou lose, Jack?95
Fal. Wilt thou believe me, Hal? three or four bonds
of forty pound a-piece, and a seal-ring of my grandfather's.[2832]
Prince. A trifle, some eight-penny matter.
Host. So I told him, my lord; and I said I heard
your grace say so: and, my lord, he speaks most vilely of100
you, like a foul-mouthed man as he is; and said he would[2833]
cudgel you.
Prince. What! he did not?
Host. There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in
me else.105