Act 2 - Scene 4
The Boar's-Head Tavern, Eastcheap.
Enter PRINCE HENRY and POINS
Ned, prithee, come out of that fat room, and lend me
thy hand to laugh a little.
Where hast been, Hal?
With three or four loggerheads amongst three or four
score hogsheads. I have sounded the very
string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn brother
to a leash of drawers; and can call them all by
names, as Tom, Dick, and Francis.
They take it already upon their salvation, that
though I be but the prince
of Wales, yet I am king
of courtesy; and tell me flatly I am no proud Jack,
like Falstaff, but a Corinthian, a
lad of mettle, a
good boy, by the Lord, so they call me, and when I
am king of England, I shall command
all the good
lads in Eastcheap. They call drinking deep, dyeing
scarlet; and when you breathe in your
cry 'hem!' and bid you play it off. To conclude, I
am so good a proficient in one quarter
of an hour,
that I can drink with any tinker in his own language
during my life. I tell thee, Ned, thou hast
much honour, that thou wert not with me in this sweet
action. But, sweet Ned, to sweeten which name
Ned, I give thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped
even now into my hand by an under-skinker, one
never spake other English in his life than 'Eight
shillings and sixpence' and 'You are welcome,' with
shrill addition, 'Anon, anon, sir! Score a pint
of bastard in the Half-Moon,' or so. But, Ned, to
the time till Falstaff come, I prithee,
do thou stand in some by-room, while I question my
to what end he gave me the sugar; and do
thou never leave calling 'Francis,' that his tale
to me may be
nothing but 'Anon.' Step aside, and
I'll show thee a precedent.
Thou art perfect.
Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pomgarnet, Ralph.
Come hither, Francis.
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