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POINS

300Owen Glendower.

POINS

Oh, Glendower.

FALSTAFF

Owen, Owen, the same, and his son-in-law Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and that sprightly Scot of Scots, Douglas, that runs a-horseback up a hill perpendicular—

FALSTAFF

Owen, Owen, that’s the one. And his son-in-law Mortimer, and old Northumberland, and Douglas, that lively Scot of Scots, who can ride a horse straight up a wall—

PRINCE HENRY

He that rides at high speed, and with his pistol kills a sparrow flying.

PRINCE HENRY

The man who can ride at high speeds, then kill a flying sparrow with his pistol.

FALSTAFF

You have hit it.

FALSTAFF

You’ve hit it; that’s him exactly.

PRINCE HENRY

So did he never the sparrow.

PRINCE HENRY

I may have hit it, but Owen never hit the sparrow.

FALSTAFF

Well, that rascal hath good mettle in him. He will not run.

FALSTAFF

Well, that rascal has bravery in him; he won’t run away.

PRINCE HENRY

Why, what a rascal art thou then to praise him so for running?

PRINCE HENRY

Why, you rascal! You just praised him for running!

FALSTAFF

A-horseback, you cuckoo, but afoot he will not budge a foot.

FALSTAFF

He’ll run on his horse, you cuckoo. But when fighting on foot, he’ll never budge.

PRINCE HENRY

Yes, Jack, upon instinct.

PRINCE HENRY

Yes he will, Jack. By instinct.

FALSTAFF

I grant you, upon instinct. Well, he is there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand blue-caps more: Worcester is stolen away tonight. Thy father’s beard is turned white with the news. You may buy land now as cheap as stinking mackerel.

FALSTAFF

You’re right, by instinct. Well, he’s there, and a man named Mordake, and a thousand Scottish soldiers besides. Worcester snuck out of London tonight, and your father’s hair turned white when he heard. The price of land has dropped as low as a bucket of stinking fish.