Prince. Do thou stand for my father, and
examine me upon the particulars of my life.
Fal. Shall I? content: this chair shall be my
state, this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion
my crown. 422
Prince. Thy state is taken for a joint-stool,
thy golden sceptre for a leaden dagger, and thy
precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown! 425
Fal. Well, an the fire of grace be not quite
out of thee, now shalt thou be moved. Give me
a cup of sack to make mine eyes look red, that it
may be thought I have wept; for I must speak
in passion, and I will do it in King Cambyses'
vein.
Prince. Well, here is my leg.
Fal. And here is my speech. Stand aside,
nobility. 434
Host. O Jesu! This is excellent sport, i' faith!
Fal. Weep not, sweet queen, for trickling tears are vain. 436
Host. O, the father! how he holds his coun-
tenance.
Fal. For God's sake, lords, convey my tristful queen.
For tears do stop the flood-gates of her eyes. 440
Host. O Jesu! he doth it as like one of
these harlotry players as ever I see!
Fal. Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-
brain! [Bardolph conveys the Hostess from the
stage.] Harry, I do not only marvel where thou
spendest thy time, but also how thou art accom-
421 state: throne of state
430 passion: sorrow
Cambyses'; cf. n.
432 leg: bow
439 tristful: sorrowful
442 harlotry: rascally
443 tickle-brain: a strong liquor; cf. n.
444-467 Cf. n.
