Fal. How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy
quips and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with
a buff jerkin?45
Prince. Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess
of the tavern?
Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many[2037]
a time and oft.
Prince. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part?50
Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all
there.
Prince. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would
stretch; and where it would not, I have used my credit.
Fal. Yea, and so used it that, were it not here apparent[2038]55
that thou art heir apparent—But, I prithee, sweet[2039]
wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when thou
art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is with the rusty[2040]
curb of old father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou
art king, hang a thief.[2041]60
Prince. No; thou shalt.
Fal. Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave[2042]
judge.
Prince. Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou
shalt have the hanging of the thieves and so become a65
rare hangman.