_Prince._ As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the[2036] 40 castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? _Fal._ How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a buff jerkin? 45 _Prince._ Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern? _Fal._ Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning many[2037] a time and oft. _Prince._ Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? 50 _Fal._ No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid all there. _Prince._ Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin would stretch; and where it would not, I have used my credit. _Fal._ Yea, and so used it that, were it not here apparent[2038] 55 that thou art heir apparent--But, I prithee, sweet[2039] wag, shall there be gallows standing in England when thou art king? and resolution thus fobbed as it is with the rusty[2040] curb of old father antic the law? Do not thou, when thou art king, hang a thief.[2041] 60 _Prince._ No; thou shalt. _Fal._ Shall I? O rare! By the Lord, I'll be a brave[2042] judge. _Prince._ Thou judgest false already: I mean, thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves and so become a 65 rare hangman. _Fal._ Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps with my humour as well as waiting in the court, I can tell you. _Prince._ For obtaining of suits? _Fal._ Yea, for obtaining of suits, whereof the hangman 70 hath no lean wardrobe. 'Sblood, I am as melancholy as a[2043] gib cat or a lugged bear.[2044] _Prince._ Or an old lion, or a lover's lute. _Fal._ Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.[2045] _Prince._ What sayest thou to a hare, or the melancholy 75 of Moor-ditch? _Fal._ Thou hast the most unsavoury similes and art[2046] indeed the most comparative, rascalliest, sweet young[2047] prince. But, Hal, I prithee, trouble me no more with vanity. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity[2048] 80 of good names were to be bought. An old lord of the council rated me the other day in the street about you,[2049] sir, but I marked him not; and yet he talked very[2049] wisely, but I regarded him not; and yet he talked wisely,[2050] and in the street too.[2051] 85 _Prince._ Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out in the[2052] streets, and no man regards it.[2052][2053]