Act 2 - Scene 2
London. Another street.
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 discolours the
complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth
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 troth, I do now remember the poor creature,
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 to-morrow! or to
take note how many pair of silk
hast, viz. these, and those that were thy
peach-coloured ones! or to bear the inventory of
shirts, as, one for superfluity, and another for
use! But that the tennis-court-keeper knows better
I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee when
thou keepest not racket there; as thou hast not done
while, because the rest of thy 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
How ill it follows, after you have laboured so hard,
you should talk so idly! Tell me, how many good
princes would do so, their fathers being so
sick as yours at this time is?
Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins?
Yes, faith; and let it be an excellent good thing.
It shall serve among wits of no higher breeding than thine.
Go to; I stand the push of your one thing that you
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