Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine:
But let him from my thoughts. What thinke you Coze
Of this young Percies pride? The Priſoners
Which he in this aduenture hath ſurpriz’d.
To his owne vſe he keepes, and ſends me word
I ſhall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife.
Weſt. This is his Vnckles teaching. This is Worceſter
Maleuolent to you in all Aſpects:
Which makes him prune himſclfe.and briſtle vp
The creſt of Youth againſt your Dignity.
King. But I haue ſent for him to anſwer this:
And for this cauſe a-whilc we muſt neglect
Our holy purpoſe to Ieruſalemn,
Cofin, on Wedneſday next, our Councell we will hold
At Windſor, and ſo informe the Lords:
But come your ſelfe with ſpeed to vs againe,
For more is to be ſaid, and to be done,
Then out of anger can be vttered.
Weſt. I will my Liege.
Enter Henry Prince of Wales, Sir Iohn Falſtaffe, and Pointz.
Fal. Now H«i/, what time of day is it lad ? Prince. Thou art fo fat-wicied with drinking of olde Sacke, and Ynbutroning thee after Supper, and flecping vpon Benches in the aftcrnoone, that thou haft forgotten to demand that truely, which thou wtxildeft truly know. What a diuell haft ihou to do with the time of the day ? vnlcffehourcs were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons, and dockes the tongues of Bawdes, anddiaJlsthc figncs of Le3ping-boufes,andthebleflcdSunnchimfelfc afairc hok Wench in Flame-coloured TafFata; I fecnoreafon, why thou Oiouldcft bee fo fuperBuous, to demauiid the time of the day- Fal. Indeed you come hcere me now H4/, for wc that take PurfcSjgo by the Mooneand fcuen Starres, and not by Phoebus hec, that wand'riog Knight fofairc. And I prythce fweet Waggc, when thou art King, as God fane thy Grace, Maiefty I fhould fay, for Grace thou wilte hauc none. Prill. What, none? FaI, No, not fo much as will fcrue to be Prologue to an Egge and Butter. Prin. WcU.how then? Come roundly .roundly. F*l. Marry tbcn.fwcet Waggc, when thou art King, let not v$ that are Squires of the Nights bodic, bee call'd Thecuesof theDaycsbeautic. Letvt be /5#/<«4w Forrc- ftcrs, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone ; andlctmen f3y,webcmenof goodGouernmcnt, being pouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chaft mifttJs the Moone, vnder whofc countenance wc ftcale. Prin. Thou fay 'ft well, and it holds well too : for the fortune of v$ that arc the Moones men, doeth cbbe and flow like the Sea, bccing goucrned as the Sea is, by the Moone: ajforproofe. Now aPurfcof Gold moftrcfo- luicly fnatch'd on Monday night, and moft diflolutcly fpcnt on Tucfday Morning ; got with fwcaringjLay by : and fpcnt with crying. Bring in : now, in as low an cbbe as the foot of the Lailder, and by and by in as high a flow is the ridge of the Gallowcs. Fal Thou fay'ft true Lad : and is not my Hoftefle of the Taucrnc a moft fwcet Wench ? Tri>i. As is the hony, my old Lad of the Caftle : and is not a BufFc Icrkin a moft fwcct robe of durance f Fal. How now? how now mad Waggc ? Whai in thy quips and thy quiddities ? What a plague baud to doc with aBuffe-Icikin? Prin. Why, what a poxc hauc I to doe with my Ho- ftefle of the Taucrnc? Fal. Well, thou haft call'd her to areck'ningraany a time and oft. Prin. Did I cuer call for thee to pay thy part ? fal. No, lie giue ihcc thy duc,ti)ou haft paid al there. Prin. Yea and elfcwhcrc, fo farrc ai my Coine would ftrctch, and where it would not, 1 hauc vs'd my credit. Fal. Yca.and fo vs'd it, that were it heere apparant, that thou art Hcirc apparant. But I prythce fwcct Wag, fliall there be Gallowcs ftanding in England when thou art King ?and rcfoluiion thus fobb'd as it is. with theru- fiie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law ? Doe not thou when thou art a King, hang aThccfe. Prin, No, thou malt. Fal, Shall I? O rare! He be a brauc Iiidge. Prin. Thou iudgcftfalfc already. I mcanc, thou ftialt hauc the hanging of the Tbeeues, and fo become a rare Hangman. Et/. Well Ffal, well : and in fomc fort it iumpes with my humour, as well as waiting in the Courr, I can tell you. prin. For obtaining of fuites ? Fal. Yca.for obtaining of fuites, whereof the Hang- man hath no Icane Wardrobe. I am as Mclanchollyasa Gyb-Cat,or a lugg'd Bcarc. Prin. Or an old Lyon, or a LouersLute. Fal, Yea,or the Drone of a Lincolnfliirc Bagpipe. Prin. What fay'ft thou to a Hare, or the Mclancholly of Moore Ditch? Fal. Thou haft the moft vnfauoury fmiles, and art in- deed the moft comparatiuc rafcallcft fwcct yong Prince. But Hal,J prythce trouble me no mgrc with vanity J wold thou and 1 knew, where a Commodity of good names were tobebougnt : anoldcLordof the Councell rated me the other day in the ftrtct about you fir; butlmarkd him not, and yet hec talk'd very wifely, but I regarded him not , and ycr he talkt vvifcly,aud in the ftrcet too. Prin. Thou didft well: for no man regards it. Fal, 0,thou haft damnable iteration, and art indeede able tocoriuptaSaint. Thonhaft donctDUchhamievn- to me Hall,Cod forgiue thee for it. Before 1 knew thcc HalJ knew nothing.and now 1 am(if a man ftiold fpeakc truly )little better then one of the wicked. I muft giue o- ucrthiilifc.and Iwill giue itouer : and I donor, lama Villainc. lie be damn'd for ncucr a Kings fonnc in Chri- ftendomc. frin. Where fli.ill we take a purfe to morrow.lacke? FaI. Where thou wilt Lad, lie tnake one : and 1 doc not.cail me Vilhinc,and bafflle me, Prin. I fee a good amendment of life in thee : From Praying, to Purfc- taking, Fal. Why .«.</. tif my'Vocition Hal : *Ti$ no fin for a man to laboiirin his Vocation. PoiKiz,. Now fhall wee know if Gads hill hauc fct a Watih. O, it men were to be fauedby mcnt,what hole in Hell were hot enough for him ? This is the moft omni- potent Villainc, that cuer cryed , Stand, to a true man. Prin. Good morrow Ned, Peintx...