Fal. Do'st thou thinke Ile feare thee, as I feare thy Father? nay
Prin. thy knees. But sirra: There's no roome for Faith, Truth,
Prin. nor Honesty, in this bosome of thine: it is all fill'd vppe
Prin. imbost Rascall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but
Prin. ther iniuries but these, I am a Villaine: And yet you will
Prin. stand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not