ACT II.
4. SCENE IV. London. The Boar's-head Tavern in Eastcheap.
 (continued)
PRINCE.
 
Not to dispraise me, and call me pantler and bread-chipper and I
 
know not what! 
 
FALSTAFF.
 
No abuse, Hal. 
 
POINS.
 
No abuse! 
 
FALSTAFF.
 
No abuse, Ned, i' the world; honest Ned, none. I dispraised him before
 
the wicked, that the wicked might not fall in love with him; in which
 
doing, I have done the part of a careful friend and a true subject,
 
and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal:  none,
 
Ned, none:  no, faith, boys, none. 
 
PRINCE.
 
See now, whether pure fear and entire cowardice doth not make thee
 
wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us.  Is she of the wicked?
 
is thine hostess here of the wicked? or is thy boy of the wicked?
 
or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked? 
 
POINS.
 
Answer, thou dead elm, answer. 
 
FALSTAFF.
 
The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable; and his
 
face is Lucifer's privy-kitchen, where he doth nothing but roast
 
malt-worms.
 
For the boy, there is a good angel about him; but the devil
 
outbids him too. 
 
PRINCE.
 
For the women? 
 
FALSTAFF.
 
For one of them, she is in hell already, and burns poor souls.
 
For the other, I owe her money; and whether she be damned for
 
that, I know not. 
 
HOSTESS.
 
No, I warrant you. 
 
FALSTAFF.
 
No, I think thou art not; I think thou art quit for that. Marry, there
 
is another indictment upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in
 
thy house, contrary to the law; for the which I think thou wilt howl. 
 
HOSTESS.
 
All victuallers do so:  what 's a joint of mutton or two in a
 
whole Lent? 
 
PRINCE.
 
You, gentlewoman,-- 
 
DOLL.
 
What says your grace? 
 
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