Fal. You have hit it.
Prince. So did he never the sparrow.
Fal. Well, that rascal hath good mettle in
him; he will not run. 389
Prince. Why, what a rascal art thou then to
praise him so for running!
Fal. O' horseback, ye cuckoo! but, afoot he
will not budge a foot. 393
Prince. Yes, Jack, upon instinct.
Fal. I grant ye, upon instinct. Well, he is
there too, and one Mordake, and a thousand
blue-caps more. Worcester is stolen away to-
night; thy father's beard is turned white with
the news: you may buy land now as cheap as
stinking mackerel. 400
Prince. 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, 404
Fal. By the mass, lad, thou sayest true; it is
like we shall have good trading that way. But
tell me, Hal, art thou not horribly 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 Glen-
dower? Art thou not horribly afraid? doth not
thy blood thrill at it? 412
Prince. Not a whit, i' faith; I lack some of
thy instinct.
Fal. Well, thou wilt be horribly chid to-
morrow when thou comest to thy father: if
thou love me, practise an answer. 417
397 blue-caps: Scotchmen (so-called from their blue bonnets)
