| PRINCE HENRY | |
Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack | |
| | and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon | |
| | benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to | |
| | demand that truly which thou wouldst truly know. | 5 |
| | What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the | |
| | day? Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes | |
| | capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the | |
| | signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself | |
| | a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no | 10 |
| | reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand | |
| | the time of the day. | |
| FALSTAFF | |
Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that take | |
| | purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not | |
| | by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And, | 15 |
| | I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God | |
| | save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace | |
| | thou wilt have none,-- | |
| FALSTAFF | |
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not | |
| | us that are squires of the night's body be called | |
| | thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's | 25 |
| | foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the | |
| | moon; and let men say we be men of good government, | |
| | being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and | |
| | chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | |
Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the | 30 |
| | fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and | |
| | flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, | |
| | by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold | |
| | most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most | |
| | dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with | 35 |
| | swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;' | |
| | now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder | |
| | and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. | |
| FALSTAFF | |
Yea, and so used it that were it not here apparent | |
| | that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet | |
| | wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when | 55 |
| | thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is | |
| | with the rusty curb of old father antic the law? Do | |
| | not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief. | |
| FALSTAFF | |
Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art indeed | |
| | the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young | 75 |
| | prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more | |
| | with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a | |
| | commodity of good names were to be bought. An old | |
| | lord of the council rated me the other day in the | |
| | street about you, sir, but I marked him not; and yet | 80 |
| | he talked very wisely, but I regarded him not; and | |
| | yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. | |
| FALSTAFF | |
O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able | 85 |
| | to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon | |
| | me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew | |
| | thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man | |
| | should speak truly, little better than one of the | |
| | wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give | 90 |
| | it over: by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain: | |
| | I'll be damned for never a king's son in | |
| | Christendom. | |
| POINS | |
But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by four | |
| | o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going | |
| | to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders | |
| | riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards | 120 |
| | for you all; you have horses for yourselves: | |
| | Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke | |
| | supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we may do it | |
| | as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff | |
| | your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry | 125 |
| | at home and be hanged. | |
| POINS | |
Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us | 150 |
| | to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot | |
| | manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill | |
| | shall rob those men that we have already waylaid: | |
| | yourself and I will not be there; and when they | |
| | have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut | 155 |
| | this head off from my shoulders. | |
| POINS | |
Well, for two of them, I know them to be as | |
| | true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the | |
| | third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll | |
| | forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the | |
| | incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue will | 175 |
| | tell us when we meet at supper: how thirty, at | |
| | least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, what | |
| | extremities he endured; and in the reproof of this | |
| | lies the jest. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | |
I know you all, and will awhile uphold | |
| | The unyoked humour of your idleness: | 185 |
| | Yet herein will I imitate the sun, | |
| | Who doth permit the base contagious clouds | |
| | To smother up his beauty from the world, | |
| | That, when he please again to be himself, | |
| | Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, | 190 |
| | By breaking through the foul and ugly mists | |
| | Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. | |
| | If all the year were playing holidays, | |
| | To sport would be as tedious as to work; | |
| | But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, | 195 |
| | And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. | |
| | So, when this loose behavior I throw off | |
| | And pay the debt I never promised, | |
| | By how much better than my word I am, | |
| | By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; | 200 |
| | And like bright metal on a sullen ground, | |
| | My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, | |
| | Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes | |
| | Than that which hath no foil to set it off. | |
| | I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; | 205 |
| | Redeeming time when men think least I will. | |
| | [Exit] |
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