Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Falst. against.
Host. Host.
Host. Who knocks so lowd at doore? Looke to the
Host. doore there, Francis?
Host. Enter Peto.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. Peto, how now? what newes?
Peto. Peto.
Peto. The King, your Father, is at Westminster,
Peto. And there are twentie weake and wearied Postes,
Peto. Come from the North: and as I came along,
Peto. I met, and ouer‑tooke a dozen Captaines,
Peto. Bare‑headed, sweating, knocking at the Tauernes,
Peto. And asking euery one for Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Prince. By Heauen (Poines) I feele me much to blame,
Prince. So idly to prophane the precious time,
Prince. When Tempest of Commotion, like the South,
Prince. Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt.
Prince. And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads.