! what mutter you? A king's son! If I do not beat thee out of thy kingdom with a dagger of lath, and drive all thy subjects afore thee like a flock of wild-geese, I'll never wear hair on my face more. You Prince of Wales! Why, you whoreson round man, what's the matter? Are not you a coward? answer me to that: and Poins there? 'Zounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call thee coward: but I would give a thousand pound I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders, you care not who sees your back: call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! give me them that will face me. Give me a cup of sack: I am a rogue, if I drunk to-day. O villain! thy lips are scarce wiped since thou drunkest last. All's one for that. A plague of all cowards, still say I. What's the matter? What's the matter! there be four of us here have ta'en a thousand pound this day morning. Where is it, Jack? where is it? Where is it! taken from us it is: a hundred upon poor four of us. What, a hundred, man? I am a rogue, if I were not at half-sword with a dozen of them two hours together. I have 'scaped by miracle. I am eight times thrust through the doublet, four through the hose; my buckler cut through and through; my sword hacked like a hand-saw--ecce signum! I never dealt better since I was a man: all would not do. A plague of all cowards! Let them speak: if they speak more or less than truth, they are villains and the sons of darkness. Speak, sirs; how was it? We four set upon some dozen-- Sixteen at least, my lord. And bound them. No, no, they were not bound. You rogue, they were bound, every man of them; or I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. As we were sharing, some six or seven fresh men set upon us-- And unbound the rest, and then come in the other. What, fought you with them all? All! I know not what you call all; but if I fought not with fifty of them, I am a bunch of radish: if there were not two or three and fifty upon poor old Jack, then am I no two-legged creature. Pray