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P. Henry. Thou judgest falfe already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare hangman. Fal. Well
, Hal, well ; and in some fort it jumps with my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell you.
P. Henry. For obtaining of suits ?
Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits ; whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as a gib-cat, or a lugg'd bear.
P. Henry. Or an old Lion, or a lover's lute.
P. Henry. What say'st thou to a Hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch ?
Fal. Thou hast the most unfavoury similies; and art, indeed, the most (a) incomparative, rascalliest, sweet young Prince
Prince - But, Hal, I pr’ythee, 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 mark'd him not, and yet he talk'd very wisely, and in the street too.
P. Henry. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets, and no man regards it.
Fal. O, thou hast damnable (6) attraction, and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm unto 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 it over ; by the lord, an I do not, I am a villain. I'll be damn’d for never a King's son in christendom.
(a) incomparative. Oxford Editor. - Vulg. comparative.) I to attratiion. Oxford Editor,
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P. Henry. Where shall we take a purse.to morrow, Jack?
Fal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me.
P. Henry. I see a good amendment of life in thee, from praying to purse-taking.
Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal. 'Tis no fin for a Man to labour in his vocation. Poins ! Now shall we know, if Gads-bill have set a match. O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in heli were hot enough for him!
Enter Poins. This is the most omnipotent Villain, that ever cry'd, Stand, to a true Man.
P. Henry. Good morrow, Ned.
Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal. What says Monsieur Remorse? what says Sir John Sack and Sugar? Jack! how agree the devil and thou about thy soul, that thou foldest him on Good-Friday laft, for a cup of Madera, and a cold capon's leg?
P. Henry. Sir John stands to his word ; the devil shall have his bargain, for he was never yet a breaker of proverbs ; He will give the devil his due.
Poins. Then thou art damn’d for keeping thy word with the devil.
P. Henry. Else he had been damn’d for cozening the devil.
Poins. But, my lads, my lads, to morrow morning, by four o'clock, early at Gads-bill ; there are pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, and traders riding to London with fat purses. I have visors for you all; you have horses for your felves : Gads-bill lies to night in Rochester, I have bespoke fupper to morrow night in East-cheap; 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 at home and be hang’d.
Fal. Hear ye, redward ; if I tarry at home, and go not, I'll hang you for going.
Poins. You will, chops ?
P. Henry. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my Faith.
Fal. There is neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee, nor thou cam'ft not of the blood royal, if thou dar’st not cry, stand, for ten shillings.
P. Henry. Well then, once in my days I'll be a madсар. Fal. Why, that's well said. P. Henry. Well, come what will, I'll’tarry at home,
Fal. By the lord, I'll be a traitor then, when thou art King
P. Henry. I care not.
Poins. Sir John, I pr'ythee, leave the Prince and me alone ; I will lay him down fúch reasons for this adventure, that he shall go.
Fal. Well, may'lt thou have the spirit of perfuafión, and he the ears of profiting, that what thou speak'st may move, and what he hears' may be believ'd; that the true Prince may (for recreation-sake,) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewel, you shall find me in East-cheap.
P. Henry. Farewel, thou latter spring! Farewel, allhallown summer!
[Exit Fal. Poins. Now, my good sweet hony lord, ride with us tó morrow. I have a jest to execute, that I cannot manage alone. Falstaff, Bardolpb, Peto, and Gadsbill, shall rob those men that we have already waylaid; your self and I will not be there; and when they have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from off
P. Henry. But how shall we part with them in fet
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 atchiev'd, but we'll set upon them.
P. Henry: Ay; but, 'tis like, they will know us by our horses, by our habits, and by every other appointment, to be our selyés.
Poins. Tut, our horses they shall not see, I'll tye them in the wood; our vizors we will change after we leave them; and, firrah, I have cases of buckram for the nonce; to immask our noted outward garments.
P. Henry. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for US.
Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn's Back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he fees reason, I'll for fwear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, the incomprehensible lies that this fame fat rogue will 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.
P. Henry. Well, I'll go with thee ; provide us all things necessary, and meet me to morrow night in East-cheap, there I'll sup. Farewel. Poins, Farewel, my lord.
[Exit Poins. P. Henry. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of
If all the year were playing holidays,
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Hot-fpur, Sir Walter Blunt, and others.
Y blood hath been too cold and tem-
perate, Unapt to ftir at these indignities; And you have found me; for accordingly You tread upon my patience: but be sure, 2 I will from henceforth rather be my self, Mighty and to be fear’d, than my. Condition ;
Which I all I falfifie men's HOPES ;] Just the contrary. We fhould read PEARS. 2. I will from benceforth rather be my felf,
Mighty and to be fear'd, than my Condition ;] i.e. I will from henceforth rather put on the character that becomes me, and exert the resentment of an injured King, than still continue in the inactivity and mildness of my natural disposition. And this sentiment he has well exprefed, fave that by his usual licence, he puts the word condition for disposition: which use of terms depaifing