Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with
my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you.
Prince. For obtaining of suits?
Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman70
hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as a[2043]
gib cat or a lugged bear.[2044]
Prince. Or an old lion, or a lover's lute.
Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.[2045]
Prince. What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy75
of Moor-ditch?
Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art[2046]
indeed the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young[2047]
prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more with
vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity[2048]80
of good names were to be bought. An old lord of
the council rated me the other day in the street about you,[2049]
sir, but I marked him not; and yet he talked very[2049]
wisely, but I regarded him not; and yet he talked wisely,[2050]
and in the street too.[2051]85
Prince. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the[2052]
streets, and no man regards it.[2052][2053]
Fal. O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed[2054]
able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon[2055]
me, Hal; God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee,90
Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should[2056]
speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must
give over this life, and I will give it over: by the Lord, an[2057]
I do not, I am a villain: I'll be damned for never a king's
son in Christendom.95
Prince. Where shall we take a purse to-morrow, Jack?