Prince. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders
thee most grossly.125
Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other
day you ought him a thousand pound.[2840]
Prince. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound?
Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy love is
worth a million: thou owest me thy love.130
Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he
would cudgel you.
Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bard. Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
Fal. Yea, if he said my ring was copper.135
Prince. I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as
thy word now?
Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I[2841]
dare: but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the roaring[2842]
of the lion's whelp.140