Fal. Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
Ch. Just. What foolish master taught you these
manners, Sir John?180
Fal. Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a
fool that taught them me. This is the right fencing grace,
my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
Ch. Just. Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great
fool. [Exeunt.[3550]185
Scene II. London. Another street.
Enter Prince Henry and Poins.[3551]
Prince. Before God, I am exceeding weary.[3552]
Poins. Is't come to that? I had thought weariness[3553]
durst not have attached one of so high blood.
Prince. Faith, it does me; though it discolours the[3554]
complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it5
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.