_Falstaff._ Shall I? Oh, rare! By the Lord, I’ll be a brave judge. _Prince Henry._ Thou judgest false already; I mean thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so become a rare hangman. _Falstaff._ Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humor, as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. _Prince Henry._ For obtaining of suits? _Falstaff._ Yea, for obtaining of suits; whereof the hangman hath no lean wardrobe. ’Sblood, I am as melancholy as a gib-cat or a lugged bear. _Prince Henry._ Or an old lion; or a lover’s lute. _Falstaff._ Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. _Prince Henry._ What say’st thou to a hare, or the melancholy of Moor-ditch. _Falstaff._ Thou hast the most unsavory similes; and art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest,--sweet young prince,--But Hal, I pr’ythee trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought: an old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you, sir; but I marked him not; and yet he talked very wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked wisely, and in the street too. _Prince Henry._ Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the streets and no man regards it. _Falstaff._ Oh, thou hast damnable iteration; and art, indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me, Hal,--God forgive thee for it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. I must give over this life, and I will give it over; by the Lord, and I do not, I am a villain; I’ll be damned for never a king’s son in Christendom. _Prince Henry._ Where shall we take a purse tomorrow, Jack? _Falstaff._ Zounds, where thou wilt, lad; I’ll make one; an I do not, call me villain, and baffle me. _Prince Henry._ I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking. _FROM MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING_ CONRADE, BORACHIO, DOGBERRY, VERGES, SEXTON, _and the_ WATCH. _Dogberry._ Is our whole dissembly appeared? _Verges._ Oh, a stool and a cushion for the sexton! _Sexton._ Which be the malefactors? _Dogberry._ Marry, that am I and my partner. _Verges._ Nay, that’s certain. We have the exhibition to examine. _Sexton._ But which are the offenders that are to be examined? Let them come before master constable. _Dogberry._ Yea, marry, let them come before me. What is your name, friend? _Borachio._ Borachio. _Dogberry._ Pray, write down--Borachio.--Yours, sirrah? _Conrade._ I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. _Dogberry._ Write down--master gentleman Conrade.--Masters, do you serve God? _Conrade, Borachio._ Yea, sir, we hope.