Prince. Would not this nave of a wheel have
his ears cut off?
Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. 280
Prince. Look, whether the withered elder
hath not his poll clawed like a parrot.
Poins. Is it not strange that desire should so
many years outlive performance? 284
Fal. Kiss me, Doll.
Prince. Saturn and Venus this year in con-
junction! what says the almanack to that?
Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, 288
his man, be not lisping to his master's old tables,
his note-book, his counsel-keeper.
Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Dol. By my troth, I kiss thee with a most 292
constant heart.
Fal. I am old, I am old.
Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a
scurvy young boy of them all. 296
Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I
shall receive money o' Thursday; shalt have
a cap to-morrow. A merry song! come: it grows
late; we'll to bed. Thou'lt forget me when I 300
am gone.
Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping
an thou sayst so: prove that ever I dress myself
handsome till thy return. Well, hearken at the 304
end.
Fal. Some sack, Francis!
| Prince. | [Coming forward.] Anon, anon, sir. | ||
| Poins. |
278 nave of a wheel: Falstaff's knavery and rotundity are both included in this phrase
282 poll: head
286 Cf. n.
288 fiery Trigon: Bardolph; cf. n.
289 lisping: making love
old tables: old account book, i.e., the hostess
297 kirtle: waist or skirt or both
304 hearken at: watch
