to if; you will not pocket up wrong: art thou not ashamed? Dost thou hear, Hal? thou knowest in the state of innocency Adam fell; and what should poor Jack Falstaff do in the days of villany? Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty. You confess then, you picked my pocket? It appears so by the story. Hostess, I forgive thee: go, make ready breakfast; love thy husband, look to thy servants, cherish thy guests: thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason: thou seest I am pacified still. Nay, prithee, be gone. Now Hal, to the news at court: for the robbery, lad, how is that answered? O, my sweet beef, I must still be good angel to thee: the money is paid back again. O, I do not like that paying back; 'tis a double labour. I am good friends with my father and may do any thing. Rob me the exchequer the first thing thou doest, and do it with unwashed hands too. Do, my lord. I have procured thee, Jack, a charge of foot. I would it had been of horse. Where shall I find one that can steal well? O for a fine thief, of the age of two and twenty or thereabouts! I am heinously unprovided. Well, God be thanked for these rebels, they offend none but the virtuous: I laud them, I praise them. Bardolph! My lord? Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, to my brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland. Go, Peto, to horse, to horse; for thou and I have thirty miles to ride yet ere dinner time. Jack, meet me to-morrow in the temple hall at two o'clock in the afternoon. There shalt thou know thy charge; and there receive Money and order for their furniture. The land is burning; Percy stands on high; And either we or they must lower lie. Rare words! brave world! Hostess, my breakfast, come! O, I could wish this tavern were my drum! Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth In this fine age were not thought flattery, Such attribution should the Douglas have, As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world. By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself: Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord. Thou art the king of honour: