Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS
Before God, I am exceeding weary.
Is ’t come to that? I had thought weariness durst not have
attached one of so high blood.
Faith, it does me; though it discolors the complexion of my
5greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me
to desire small beer?
Why, a prince should not be so loosely studied as to
remember so weak a composition.
Belike then my appetite was not princely got, for, by my
10troth, I do now remember the poor creature small beer. But
indeed these humble considerations make me out of love
with my greatness. What a disgrace is it to me to remember
thy name, or to know thy face tomorrow, or to take note how
many pair of silk stockings thou hast—with these, and those
15that were thy peach-colored ones—or to bear the inventory
of thy shirts, as, one for superfluity and another for use. But
that the tennis-court keeper knows better than I, for it is a
low ebb of linen with thee when thou keepest not racket
there, as thou hast not done a great while, because the rest of
20the low countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland; and
God knows whether those that bawl out the ruins of thy linen
shall inherit His kingdom; but the midwives say the children
are not in the fault, whereupon the world increases and
kindreds are mightily strengthened.