Prin. then a Parret, and yet the sonne of a Woman. His indu
Prin. stry is vp‑staires and down‑staires, his eloquence the par
Prin.
cell of a reckoning. I am not yet of Percies mind, the Hot
Prin. spurre of the North, he that killes me some sixe or seauen
Prin. dozen of Scots at a Breakfast, washes his hands, and saies
Prin. to his wife; Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my
Prin.
sweet Harry sayes she, how many hast thou kill'd to day?
Prin. Giue my Roane horse a drench (sayes hee) and answeres,
Prin. some fourteene, an houre after: a trifle, a trifle. I prethee
Prin.
call in Falstaffe, Ile play Percy, and that damn'd Brawne
Prin.
shall play Dame Mortimer his wife. Riuo, sayes the drun