FALSTAFF
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What said Master Dommelton about the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
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He said sir, you should procure him better assurance than Bardolph, he would not take his bond and yours, he liked not the security.
FALSTAFF
Let him be damned like the glutton, pray God his tongue be hotter. A whoreson Achitophel! A rascally yea-forsooth knave, to bear a gentleman in hand, and then stand upon security! The whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles, and if a man is through with them in honest taking-up, then they must stand upon security.
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I looked 'a should have sent me two and twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he send me security.
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In this passage, Falstaff's bluster and sense of entitlement are on full display. He is affronted when Master Dommelton refuses to extend him credit for satin fabric, questioning the need for "security" despite his dubious past. Falstaff's indignation is laced with humor as he curses Dommelton with colorful epithets like "yea-forsooth knave," underscoring his refusal to take responsibility for his own lack of creditworthiness. The reference to "Achitophel," a biblical counselor known for betrayal, adds weight to his exaggerated grievance, suggesting that Falstaff sees himself as a wronged nobleman. His demand for satin emphasizes his pretensions to knighthood, which are at odds with his true character. This scene highlights Shakespeare's mastery of irony, as Falstaff, despite his grandiose self-image, is transparently foolish and self-serving.