Fal. No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none.300
I dispraised him before the wicked, that the wicked might
not fall in love with him; in which doing, I have done the[3789]
part of a careful friend and a true subject, and thy father is[3790]
to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal: none, Ned, none:
no, faith, boys, none.[3791]305
Prince. See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice
doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close[3792]
with us? is she of the wicked? is thine hostess here of the
wicked? or is thy boy of the wicked? or honest Bardolph,[3793]
whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?310
Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.
Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable;
and his face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth
nothing but roast malt-worms. For the boy, there is a
good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too.[3794]315
Prince. For the women?
Fal. For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns[3795][3796]
poor souls. For the other, I owe her money; and whether[3796]
she be damned for that, I know not.
Host. No, I warrant you.320
Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit
for that. Marry, there is another indictment upon thee, for
suffering flesh to be eaten in thy house, contrary to the
law; for the which I think thou wilt howl.
Host. All victuallers do so: what's a joint of mutton[3797]325
or two in a whole Lent?
Prince. You, gentlewoman,—