he would cudgel you. What! he did not? There's neither faith, truth, nor womanhood in me else. There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune; nor no more truth in thee than in a drawn fox; and for womanhood, Maid Marian may be the deputy's wife of the ward to thee. Go, you thing, go Say, what thing? what thing? What thing! why, a thing to thank God on. I am no thing to thank God on, I would thou shouldst know it; I am an honest man's wife: and, setting thy knighthood aside, thou art a knave to call me so. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art a beast to say otherwise. Say, what beast, thou knave, thou? What beast! why, an otter. An otter, Sir John! Why an otter? Why, she's neither fish nor flesh; a man knows not where to have her. Thou art an unjust man in saying so: thou or any man knows where to have me, thou knave, thou! Thou sayest true, hostess; and he slanders thee most grossly. So he doth you, my lord; and said this other day you ought him a thousand pound. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand pound? A thousand pound, Ha! a million: thy love is worth a million: thou owest me thy love. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and said he would cudgel you. Did I, Bardolph? Indeed, Sir John, you said so. Yea, if he said my ring was copper. I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as good as thy word now? Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare: but as thou art prince, I fear thee as I fear the roaring of a lion's whelp. And why not as the lion? The king is to be feared as the lion: dost thou think I'll fear thee as I fear thy father? nay, an I do, I pray God my girdle break. O, if it should, how would thy guts fall about thy knees! But, sirrah, there's no room for faith, truth, nor honesty in this bosom of thine; it is all filled up with guts and midriff. Charge an honest woman with picking thy pocket! why, thou whoreson, impudent, embossed rascal, if there were anything in thy pocket but tavern-reckonings, memorandums of bawdy-houses, and one poor penny-worth of sugar-candy to make thee long-winded, if thy pocket were enriched with any other injuries but these, I am a villain: and yet you will stand