Enter HENRY, PRINCE of Wales, and Sir John FALSTAFF
Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad?
Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking of old sack, and
unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches
after noon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly
which thou wouldst truly know. What a devil hast thou to do
with the time of the day? Unless hours were cups of sack,
and minutes capons, and clocks the tongues of bawds, and
dials the signs of leaping-houses, and the blessed sun
himself a fair hot wench in flame-colored taffeta, I see no
reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the
time of the day.
Indeed, you come near me now, Hal, for we that take purses
go by the moon and the seven stars, and not by Phoebus,
he,that wand'ring knight so fair. And I prithee, sweet wag,
when thou art king, as God save thy Grace—Majesty, I
should say, for grace thou wilt have none—
No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to be prologue
to an egg and butter.
20Well, how then? Come, roundly, roundly.
Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not us that
are squires of the night’s body be called thieves of the day’s
beauty. Let us be Diana’s foresters, gentlemen of the shade,
minions of the moon, and let men say we be men of good
government, being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and
chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we