Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fal. Fal.
Fal. Do'st thou heare Hal? Thou know'st in the state
Fal. of Innocency, Adam fell: and what shouldpoore Iacke
Fal. Falstaffe do, in the days of Villany? Thou seest, I haue
Fal. more flesh then another man, and therefore more frailty.
Fal. You confesse then you pickt my Pocket?
Prin. Prin.
Prin. It appears so by the story.
Fal. Hostesse, I forgiue thee:
Fal. Go make ready Breakfast, loue thy Husband,
Fal. Looke to thy Seruants, and cherish thy Guests:
Fal. Thou shalt find me tractable to any honest reason;
Fal. Thou feest, I a pacified still.
Fal. Nay, I prethee be gone.
Fal. Exit Hostesse.
Fal. Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad?
Fal. How is that answered?
Prin. O my sweet Beefe: