Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prin. Stand close.
Prin. Enter Falstaffe.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. Poines, Poines, and be hang'd Poines.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Peace ye fat‑kidney'd Rascall,what a brawling
Prin. dost thou keepe.
Fal. What Poines. Hal?
Prin. He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, Ile go seek
Prin. him.
Fal. I am accurst to rob in that Theefe company: that
Fal. Rascall hath remoued my Horse, and tied him I know not
Fal. where. If I trauell but foure foot by the squire further a
Fal. foote, I shall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but
Fal. to dye a faire death for all this, if I scape hanging for kil
Fal. ling that Rogue, I haue forsworne his company hourely
Fal. any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht