¶But indeed the
se humble con
siderations make me out of loue
¶with my greatne
sse. What a di
sgrace is it to mee to remember
¶thy name? or to know thy face to morow? or to take note how
805many paire of
silke
stockings thou ha
st with the
se, and tho
se
¶that were thy peach colourd once, or to beare the inuentorie of
¶thy
shirts, as one for
superfluitie, and another for v
se. But that
¶the Tennis court keeper knows better than I, for it is a low eb
810of linnen with thee when thou keepe
st not racket there, as thou
¶ha
st not done a great while, becau
se the re
st of the low Coun-
¶tries haue eate vp thy holland: and God knows whether tho
se
812.1that bal out the ruines of thy linnen
shal inherite his kingdom:
¶but the Midwiues
say, the children are not in the fault where-
¶vpon the world increa
ses, and kinreds are mightily
strengthe-
¶Poynes How ill it followes, after you haue labored
so hard,
815you
should talke
so ydlely! tell me how many good yong prin-
¶ces woulde doe
so, their fathers being
so
sicke, as yours at this
¶Prince Shall I tel thee one thing Poynes?
¶Poynes Yes faith, and let it be an excellent good thing.
820Prince It
shall
serue among wittes of no higher breeding
¶Poynes Go to, I
stand the pu
sh of your one thing that you
¶Prince Mary I tell thee it is not meete that I
should bee
sad
825now my father is
sicke, albeit I could tell to thee, as to one it
¶plea
ses me for fault of a better to call my friend, I could be
sad,
¶Poynes Very hardly, vpon
such a
subiect.
¶Prince By this hand, thou thinke
st me as farre in the diuels
830booke, as thou and Fal
staffe, for obduracie and per
si
stancie,
¶let the end trie the man, but I tel thee, my heart bleeds inward-
¶ly that my father is
so
sick, and keeping
such vile company as
¶thou arte, hath in rea
son taken from me all o
stentation of
sor-
