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Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that taught them me.
This is the right fencing grace, [185] my lord − tap for tap, and so part fair.

CHIEF JUSTICE
Now the Lord lighten thee! Thou art a great fool.
[Exeunt.]

Scene II IT

Enter the Prince [Henry], and Poins.

PRINCE
Before God, I am exceeding weary.

POINS
Is’t come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have attached one of so
high blood.

PRINCE
Faith, it does me, though it discolours the complexion of my greatness to

acknowledge it. Doth it [5] not show vilely in me to desire small beer?

POINS
Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weak a
composition.

PRINCE
Belike, then, my appetite was not princely got, for, by my troth, I do now

remember the poor creature, [10] small beer. But indeed these humble
considerations make me out of love with my greatness. What a disgrace is it
to me to remember thy name! Or to know thy face to-morrow! Or to take
note how many pair of silk stockings thou hast, viz. these, and those that
were thy peach-coloured [15] once! Or to bear the inventory of thy shirts, as,

one for superfluity, and another for use! But that the tennis-court-keeper
knows better than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when thou keepest
not racket there, as thou hast not done a great while, because the [20] rest

of thy low countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland. And God knows