| PRINCE HENRY Thou sayest well, and it holds well too; for the | |
| fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and | |
| flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, | |
| by the moon. As, for proof, now: a purse of gold | |
| most resolutely snatched on Monday night and most | |
| dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with | |
| swearing 'Lay by' and spent with crying 'Bring in;' | |
| now in as low an ebb as the foot of the ladder | |
| and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the gallows. | |
| FALSTAFF By the Lord, thou sayest true, lad. And is not my | |
| hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? | |
| PRINCE HENRY As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle. And | |
| is not a buff jerkin a most sweet robe of durance? | |
| FALSTAFF How now, how now, mad wag! what, in thy quips and | |
| thy quiddities? what a plague have I to do with a | |
| buff jerkin? | |