| by Phoebus, he,'that wandering knight so fair.' And, | |
| I prithee, sweet wag, when thou art king, as, God | |
| save thy grace,--majesty I should say, for grace | |
| thou wilt have none,-- | |
| PRINCE HENRY What, none? | |
| FALSTAFF No, by my troth, not so much as will serve to | |
| prologue to an egg and butter. | |
| PRINCE HENRY Well, how then? come, roundly, roundly. | |
| FALSTAFF Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art king, let not | |
| us that are squires of the night's body be called | |
| thieves of the day's beauty: let us be Diana's | |
| foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the | |
| moon; and let men say we be men of good government, | |
| being governed, as the sea is, by our noble and | |
| chaste mistress the moon, under whose countenance we steal. | |