Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? Prince. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old[2022] sack and unbuttoning thee after supper and sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand[2023] that truly which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil5 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 reason why thou shouldst be so[2024]10 superfluous to demand the time of the day. Fal. Indeed, you come near me now, Hal; for we that[2025] take purses go by the moon and the seven stars, and not[2026] by Phœbus, he, 'that wandering knight so fair.' And, I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God save[2027]15 thy grace,—majesty I should say, for grace thou wilt have none,— Prince. What, none? Fal. No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to[2028] be prologue to an egg and butter.20 Prince. Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. Fal. 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 foresters, gentlemen[2029] of the shade, minions of the moon; and let men say we25 be men of good government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal.[2030] Prince. Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and30 flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold most resolutely[2031] snatched on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing 'Lay by' and spent[2032] with crying 'Bring in;' now in as low an ebb as the foot of35 the ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of[2033] the gallows. Fal. By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not[2034] my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench?[2035] Prince. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the[2036]40 castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? Fal. How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin?45 Prince. Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many[2037] a time and oft. Prince. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?50 Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. Prince. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where it would not, I have used my credit. Fal. Yea, and so used it that, were it not here apparent[2038]55 that thou art heir apparent—But, I prithee, sweet[2039] wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is with the rusty[2040] curb of old father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.[2041]60 Prince. No; thou shalt. Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave[2042] judge. Prince. Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves and so become a65 rare hangman. Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. Prince. For obtaining of suits? Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman70 hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as a[2043] gib cat or a lugged bear.[2044] Prince. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.[2045] Prince. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy75 of Moor-ditch? Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art[2046] indeed the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young[2047] prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity[2048]80 of good names were to be bought. An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you,[2049] sir, but I marked him not; and yet he talked very[2049] wisely, but I regarded him not; and yet he talked wisely,[2050] and in the street too.[2051]85 Prince. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the[2052] streets, and no man regards it.[2052][2053] Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed[2054] able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon[2055] me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee,90 Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should[2056] speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over: by the Lord, an[2057] I do not, I am a villain: I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.95 Prince. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack? Fal. 'Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I'll make one; an[2058] I do not, call me villain and baffle me. Prince. I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking.100 Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.

Enter Poins.[2059]

Poins! Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match.[2060][2061] O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omnipotent105 villain that ever cried 'Stand' to a true man. Prince. Good morrow, Ned. Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? what says Sir John Sack and Sugar?[2062] Jack! how agrees the devil and thee about thy soul, that[2062][2063]110 thou soldest him on Good-Friday last for a cup of Madeira and a cold capon's leg? Prince. Sir John stands to his word, the devil shall have his bargain; for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs:[2064] he will give the devil his due.[2065]115 Poins. Then art thou damned for keeping thy word with the devil. Prince. Else he had been damned for cozening the[2066] devil. Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to-morrow morning, by120 four o'clock, early at Gadshill! there are pilgrims going to[2067] Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses: I have vizards for you all; you have horses for yourselves: Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester: I have bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap: we[2068]125 may do it as secure as sleep. If you will go, I will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will not, tarry at home[2069] and be hanged. Fal. Hear ye, Yedward; if I tarry at home and go[2070] not, I'll hang you for going.130 Poins. You will, chops? Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one? Prince. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my faith.[2071] Fal. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou earnest not of the blood royal, if[2072]135 thou darest not stand for ten shillings.[2073] Prince. Well then, once in my days I'll be a madcap. Fal. Why, that's well said. Prince. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou[2074]140 art king. Prince. I care not. Poins. Sir John, I prithee, leave the prince and me[2075] alone: I will lay him down such reasons for this adventure that he shall go.145 Fal. Well, God give thee the spirit of persuasion and[2076] him the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may[2076] move and what he hears may be believed, that the true[2077] prince may, for recreation sake, prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell: you150 shall find me in Eastcheap. Prince. Farewell, thou latter spring! farewell, Allhallown[2078] summer! [Exit Falstaff.[2079] Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride with us to-morrow: I have a jest to execute that I cannot manage155 alone. Falstaff, Bardolph, Peto and Gadshill shall rob[2080] 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 this head off from my shoulders.[2081] Prince. How shall we part with them in setting[2082]160 forth? Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have no sooner achieved, but[2083]165 we'll set upon them. Prince. Yea, but 'tis like that they will know us by[2084] our horses, by our habits and by every other appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see; I'll tie170 them in the wood; our vizards we will change after we[2085] leave them: and, sirrah, I have cases of buckram for the[2086] nonce, to immask our noted outward garments. Prince. Yea, but I doubt they will be too hard for us.[2087] Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as[2088][2089]175 true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and for the third,[2089] 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 tell us when we meet at supper:[2090] how thirty, at least, he fought with; what wards, what[2091]180 blows, what extremities he endured; and in the reproof of[2092] this lies the jest.[2093] Prince. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all things necessary and meet me to-morrow night in Eastcheap;[2094] there I'll sup. Farewell.185 Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit. Prince. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyoked humour of your idleness: Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds190 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, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.195 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, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off200 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;[2095] And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,205 Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off.[2096] I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time when men think least I will. [Exit.[2097]

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