93Then would I haue his Harry, and he mine:

94But let him from my thoughts. What thinke you Coze

95Of this young Percies pride? The Prisoners

96Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd,

97To his owne vse he keepes, and sends me word

98I shall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife.

99West. This is his Vnckles teaching. This is Worcester

100Maleuolent to you in all Aspects:

101Which makes him prune himselfe, and bristle vp

102The crest of Youth against your Dignity.

103King. But I haue sent for him to answer this:

104And for this cause a-while we must neglect

105Our holy purpose to Ierusalem.

106Cosin, on Wednesday next, our Councell we will hold

107At Windsor, and so informe the Lords:

108But come your selfe with speed to vs againe,

109For more is to be said, and to be done,

110Then out of anger can be vttered.

111West. I will my Liege. Exeunt

115Fal. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad?

116Prince. Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde

117Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and sleeping

118vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou hast forgotten

119to demand that truely, which thou wouldest truly know.

120What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the day?

121vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons,

122and clockes the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the signes

123of Leaping-houses, and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire

124hot Wench in Flame-coloured Taffata; I see no reason,

125why thou shouldest bee so superfluous, to demaund the

126time of the day.

127Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal, for we that

128take Purses, go by the Moone and seuen Starres, and not

129by Phoebus hee, that wand'ring Knight so faire. And I

130prythee sweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God saue

131thy Grace, Maiesty I should say, for Grace thou wilte

132haue none.

133Prin. What, none?

134Fal. No, not so much as will serue to be Prologue to

135an Egge and Butter.

136Prin. Well, how then? Come roundly, roundly.

137Fal. Marry then, sweet Wagge, when thou art King,

138let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd

139Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre-

140sters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone;

141and let men say, we be men of good Gouernment, being

142gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chast mistris the

143Moone, vnder whose countenance we steale.

144Prin. Thou say'st well, and it holds well too: for the

145fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and

146flow like the Sea, beeing gouerned as the Sea is, by the

147Moone: as for proofe. Now a Purse of Gold most reso-

148lutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely

149spent on Tuesday Morning; got with swearing, Lay by:

150and spent with crying, Bring in: now, in as low an ebbe

151as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a flow

152as the ridge of the Gallowes.

153Fal. Thou say'st true Lad: and is not my Hostesse of

154the Tauerne a most sweet Wench?

155Prin. As is the hony, my old Lad of the Castle: and is

156not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance?

157Fal. How now? how now mad Wagge? What in thy

158quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe

159with a Buffe-Ierkin?

160Prin. Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho-

161stesse of the Tauerne?

162Fal. Well, thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a

163time and oft.

164Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?

165Fal. No, Ile giue thee thy due, thou hast paid al there.

166Prin. Yea and elsewhere, so farre as my Coine would

167stretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.

168Fal. Yea, and so vs'd it, that were it heere apparant,

169that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee sweet Wag,

170shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou

171art King? and resolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru-

172stie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou

173when thou art a King, hang a Theefe.

174Prin. No, thou shalt.

175Fal. Shall I? O rare! Ile be a braue Iudge.

176Prin. Thou iudgest false already. I meane, thou shalt

177haue the hanging of the Theeues, and so become a rare

178Hangman.

179Fal. Well Hal, well: and in some sort it iumpes with

180my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, I can tell

181you.

182Prin. For obtaining of suites?

183Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suites, whereof the Hang-

184man hath no leane Wardrobe. I am as Melancholly as a

185Gyb-Cat, or a lugg'd Beare.

186Prin. Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.

187Fal. Yea, or the Drone of a Lincolnshire Bagpipe.

188Prin. What say'st thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly

189of Moore Ditch?

190Fal. Thou hast the most vnsauoury smiles, and art in-

191deed the most comparatiue rascallest sweet yong Prince.

192But Hal, I prythee trouble me no more with vanity, I wold

193thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names

194were to be bought: an olde Lord of the Councell rated

195me the other day in the street about you sir; but I mark'd

196him not, and yet hee talk'd very wisely, but I regarded

197him not, and yet he talkt wisely, and in the street too.

198Prin. Thou didst well: for no man regards it.

199Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeede

200able to corrupt a Saint. Thou hast done much harme vn-

201to me Hall, God forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee

202Hal, I knew nothing: and now I am (if a man shold speake

203truly) little better then one of the wicked. I must giue o-

204uer this life, and I will giue it ouer: and I do not, I am a

205Villaine. Ile be damn'd for neuer a Kings sonne in Chri-

206stendome.

207Prin. Where shall we take a purse to morrow, Iacke?

208Fal. Where thou wilt Lad, Ile make one: and I doe

209not, call me Villaine, and baffle me.

210Prin. I see a good amendment of life in thee: From

211Praying, to Purse-taking.

212Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my Vocation Hal: 'Tis no sin for a

213man to labour in his Vocation.

214Pointz. Now shall wee know if Gads hill haue set a

215Watch. O, if men were to be saued by merit, what hole

216in Hell were hot enough for him? This is the most omni-

217potent Villaine, that euer cryed, Stand, to a true man.

218Prin. Good morrow Ned.