Prince.
How now blowne Iack? how now Quilt?
Falstaffe.
What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill
do'st thou in Warwickshire? Tut, neuer feare me, I am as vigilant as a Cat,
to
steale Creame.
Prince.
I thinke to steale Creame indeed, for thy theft
hath alreadie made thee Butter:
Prince.
but tell me, Iack, whose
fellowes are these that come after?
Falstaffe.
Mine, Hal, mine.
Prince.
I did neuer see such pittifull Rascals.
Falstaffe.
Tut, tut, good enough to tosse:
Falstaffe.
foode for Powder,
foode for Powder
Falstaffe.
they'le fill a Pit, as well as better:
tush man,
Falstaffe.
...mortall men, mortall men.