The Prince of Wales.-- “Well, then, once in my days I’ll be a madcap.” Sir John Falstaff.-- “Why, that’s well said.” The Prince of Wales.-- “Well, come what will, I’ll tarry at home.” Sir John Falstaff.-- “I’ll be a traitor then, when thou art king.” The Prince of Wales.-- “I care not.” Poins-- “Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and me alone; I will “lay him down such reasons for this adventure, that he shall go.” Sir John Falstaff.-- “Well, mayst thou have the spirit of persuasion, “and be the ears of profiting, that what thou speakest may move, and what he “hears may be believed, that the true prince may (for recreation sake) prove a “false thief; for the poor abuses of the time want countenance. Farewell; “you shall find me in Eastcheap.” The Prince of Wales.-- “Farewell, thou latter spring! Farewell All-hallown summer!” The meeting then, as far as concerns Sir John Falstaff, broke up. The Prince of Wales and his friend Poins, may be left to their own devices. Thus do we see how a great man works silently to his own ends by encouraging his inferiors to think for him. Here was the campaign of Gadshill ready planned and arranged down to the very moment of attack, and the equipment of the forces, without a personal effort on the part of our hero. Forestalling the policy of a more modern general, Louis the Fourteenth--who never showed himself on a field of battle till he was assured that his subordinate officers had made victory certain, and who then, in the most considerate manner, always came up in time to take the credit of it out of their hands--the task of Falstaff was simply to gather the ripened fruit, which, _but for the blackest and most unparalleled act of treachery that ever disgraced the annals of warfare_----But let us not anticipate.