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FALSTAFF Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;

do not bid me remember mine end.

DOLL TEARSHEET Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?

FALSTAFF A good shallow young fellow: a' would have made a

good pantler, a' would ha' chipp'd bread well.

DOLL TEARSHEET They say Poins has a good wit.

FALSTAFF He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as thick

as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in him

than is in a mallet.

DOLL TEARSHEET Why does the prince love him so, then?

FALSTAFF Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a'

plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel,

and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons, and

rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon

joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and

wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign