Fal. Peace, good Doll! do not speak like a death's-head;[3752]
do not bid me remember mine end.
Dol. Sirrah, what humour's the prince of?[3753]220
Fal. A good shallow young fellow: a' would have[3754]
made a good pantler, a' would ha' chipped bread well.[3754][3755]
Dol. They say Poins has a good wit.[3756]
Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit's as[3753]
thick as Tewksbury mustard; there's no more conceit in[3753]225
him than is in a mallet.
Dol. Why does the prince love him so, then?[3757]
Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness; and a'
plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; and
drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons; and rides the230
wild-mare with the boys; and jumps upon joined-stools;
and swears with a good grace; and wears his boots very[3758]
smooth, like unto the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate
with telling of discreet stories; and such other gambol[3759]
faculties a' has, that show a weak mind and an able body,[3760]235
for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself
is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales[3761]
between their avoirdupois.[3762]
Prince. Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears
cut off?240
Poins. Let's beat him before his whore.[3763]
Prince. Look, whether the withered elder hath not[3764]
his poll clawed like a parrot.