1 Draw.

What the devil hast thou brought there? Apple-Johns? thou know'st, Sir John cannot endure an apple-John.

2 Draw.

Mass! thou sayest true. The Prince once set a dish of Apple-Johns before him, and told him there were five more Sir Johns, and, putting off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these six dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It anger'd him to the heart; but he hath forgot That.

1 Draw.

Why then, cover, and set them down; and see if thou can'st find out ^{8 note}Sneak's Noise; Mrs. Tear-sheet would fain hear some musick. ^{9 note}Dispatch!—The room where they supt is too hot, they'll come in straight.

2 Draw.

Sirrah, here will be the Prince, and Master Poins anon; and they will put on two of our jerkins and aprons, and Sir John must not know of it. Bardolph hath brought word.

1 Draw.

Then ^{1 note}here will be old Utis: it will be an excellent stratagem.

2 Draw.

I'll see, if I can find out Sneak.

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