set on you four: and, with a word out-faced you from your prize, and have it; yea, and can show it you here in the house-and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roared for mercy, and still ran and roared, as ever I heard a bull-calf. What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword as thou hast done; and then say, it was in fight? What trick, what device, what starting-hole, canst thou now find out, to hide thee from this open and apparent shame? Fool. Truth's a dog that must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when Lady, the brach, may stand by the fire and stink. K. L., I: 4. 1450. -Killing itself. Hel. * * H. VI., 1 pt., II: 4. 875. -Told Us to Betray. TRUTHS When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! In deepest consequence. M., I: 3. 1359. T. C., IV: 4. 1131. H. VI., 1 pt., III: 2. 881. |