Page 668 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

FALSTAFF

By the Lord, thou say’st true, lad − and is not my hostess of the tavern a
most sweet wench?

PRINCE
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle − [40] and is not a buff jerkin
a most sweet robe of durance?

FALSTAFF

How now, how now, mad wag? What, in thy quips and thy quiddities? What a
plague have I to do with a buff-jerkin?

PRINCE
Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of [45] the tavern?

FALSTAFF
Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many a time and oft.

PRINCE
Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?

FALSTAFF
No; I’ll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all [50] there.

PRINCE
Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where it would not,

I have used my credit.

FALSTAFF

Yea, and so used it that, were it not here apparent that thou art heir
apparent − But I prithee, [55] sweet wag, shall there be gallows standing in
England when thou art king? and resolution thus fubbed as it is with the rusty

curb of old father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a
thief.

PRINCE
No; thou shalt. [60]