Fal. What thing! why, a thing to thank
God on. 133
Host. I am no thing to thank God on, I
would thou shouldst know it; I am an honest
man's wife; and, setting thy knighthood aside,
thou art a knave to call me so. 137
Fal. Setting thy womanhood aside, thou art
a beast to say otherwise.
Host. Say, what beast, thou knave thou? 140
Fal. What beast! why, an otter.
Prince. An otter, Sir John! why, an otter?
Fal. Why? she's neither fish nor flesh; a
man knows not where to have her. 144
Host. Thou art an unjust man in saying so:
thou or any man knows where to have me, thou
knave thou!
Prince. Thou sayest true, hostess; and he
slanders thee most grossly. 149
Host. So he doth you, my lord; and said this
other day you ought him a thousand pound.
Prince. Sirrah! do I owe you a thousand
pound? 153
Fal. A thousand pound, Hal! a million: thy
love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love.
Host. Nay, my lord, he called you Jack, and
said he would cudgel you. 157
Fal. Did I, Bardolph?
Bard. Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
Fal. Yea; if he said my ring was copper. 160
Prince. I say 'tis copper: darest thou be as
good as thy word now?
Fal. Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art
151 ought: owed