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PRINCE HENRY

Why, then, it is like if there come a hot June, and this civil buffeting hold, we shall buy maidenheads as they buy hob- nails, by the hundreds.

PRINCE HENRY

If that’s the case, then when the weather gets hot and the

civil war

Hal is referring to the common wartime practice of rape.

civil war
has really broken out, we can buy women’s virtues the way other people buy nails: by the hundreds.

FALSTAFF

By the Mass, thou sayest true. It is like we shall have good trading that way. But tell me, Hal, art not thou horrible afeard? Thou being heir apparent, could the world pick thee out three such enemies again as that fiend Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Art thou not horribly afraid? Doth not thy blood thrill at it?

FALSTAFF

By God, lad, you tell the truth. We’ll probably have good luck in that area. But Hal, aren’t you scared? You’re the heir apparent. Can you imagine three worse enemies than that demon Douglas, that spirit Percy, and that devil Glendower? Aren’t you horribly scared? Isn’t your blood running cold at the thought?

PRINCE HENRY

Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of thy instinct.

PRINCE HENRY

Not in the least, truly: I don’t have your instinct.

FALSTAFF

Well, thou wert be horribly chid tomorrow when thou comest to thy father. If thou love me, practice an answer.

FALSTAFF

Well, you’ll be rebuked horribly when you see your father tomorrow. If you love me, practice a response.

PRINCE HENRY

330Do thou stand for my father and examine me upon the particulars of my life.

PRINCE HENRY

You pretend to be my father; ask me about the details of my life.

FALSTAFF

Shall I? Conten. This chair shall be my state, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion my crown.

FALSTAFF

Really? Excellent! This chair will be my throne, this dagger my scepter, and this cushion will be my crown.

PRINCE HENRY

Thy state is taken for a joined stool, thy golden scepter for a leaden dagger, and thy precious rich crown for a pitiful bald crown.

PRINCE HENRY

Your throne is a wooden stool, your gold scepter is a dagger of lead, and your precious, expensive crown is a lousy bald head.

FALSTAFF

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 my 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.

FALSTAFF

If you still have a shred of divine grace in you, you’ll be moved by this. Give me some wine to make my eyes bloodshot, so that it looks like I’ve been crying. I must speak with passion, and I’ll do it like

King Cambyses

King Cambyses was a character in a play, known for being loud, melodramatic, and over the top.

King Cambyses
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PRINCE HENRY

Well, here is my leg.

PRINCE HENRY

Well then, I’ll bow to you.