poins: (Laughing wildly)
When Poins opens the door, some song floats out,
Followed by mingled scents of wine and unwashed flesh,
By shouts of ribald jest, and snarl of challenge,
By booming laughter, and by giggling wenches.

"Ho, now, I brought a friend -- we need some ale,"
He calls out in the din. "Francis! Anon!
Where is the prince, and where is old Sir Jack?"

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Edward 'Ned' Poins

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