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34 The Second Part of Prince. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: a' had him from me Christian; and look, if the fat villain have not transformed him ape. Bard. God save your Grace ! 80 Prince. And yours, most noble Bardolph. Poins. [To the Page.] Come, you virtuous ass, you bashful fool, must you be blushing? where fore blush you now ? What a maidenly man-at- 84 arms are you become ! Is 't such a matter to get a pottle-pot's maidenhead? Page. A' calls me even now, my lord, through a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his 88 face from the window: at last, I spied his eyes, and methought he had made two holes in the ale-wife's new petticoat, and peeped through. Prince. Hath not the boy profited? 92 Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, away! Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, away ! 96 Prince. Instruct us, boy; what dream, boy? Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed she was delivered of a firebrand ; and therefore I call him her dream. 100 Prince. A crown's worth of good interpreta tion. There 'tis, boy. [Gives him money.] Poins. O! that this good blossom could be kept from cankers. Well, there is sixpence to 104 preserve thee. Bard. An you do not make him be hanged among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Prince. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? 108 Q< fiSPr?0*'' tw°-Vuart ^nkard 88 red lattice: ale-house windowys-WV (,/. n. 104 cankers: canker-worms
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