Good morrow, good my lord.

Reads Item, A capon,. . 2s. 2d.
Item, Sauce,. . . 4d.
Item, Sack, two gallons, 5s. 8d.
Item, Anchovies and sack after supper, 2s. 6d.
Item, Bread, ob.

Nothing but papers, my lord.

Falstaff!--Fast asleep behind the arras, and
snorting like a horse.

Why, he hacked it with his dagger, and said he would
swear truth out of England but he would make you
believe it was done in fight, and persuaded us to do the like.

No, no, they were not bound.

How many be there of them?