Prince. You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely
did you speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,[3782]
civil gentlewoman!
Host. God's blessing of your good heart! and so she[3783]285
is, by my troth.[3784]
Fal. Didst thou hear me?
Prince. Yea, and you knew me, as you did when you[3785]
ran away by Gad's-hill: you knew I was at your back, and
spoke it on purpose to try my patience.290
Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast
within hearing.
Prince. I shall drive you then to confess the wilful
abuse; and then I know how to handle you.
Fal. No abuse, Hal, o' mine honour; no abuse.[3786]295
Prince. Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and[3787]
bread-chipper and I know not what?[3788]
Fal. No abuse, Hal.
Poins. No abuse?