SCENE II.
Now Hal, what time of day is it, Lad?
Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of old Sack and unbut∣toning thee after Supper, and sleeping upon Benches in the afternoon, that thou hast forgotten to demand that truly, which thou wouldst truly know. What a Devil hast thou to do with the time of the day? unless Hours were Cups of Sack, and Minutes Capons, and Clocks the Tongues of Bawds. I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous, to de∣mand the time of the day.
Indeed you came near me now, Hal. For we that take Purses, go by the Moon and seven Stars, and not by Phoebus, he, that wan∣dring Knight so fair. And I pray thee sweet Wag, when thou art King, as God save thy Grace, Majesty I should say, for Grace thou wilt have none.
What! none?
No, not so much as will serve to be Prologue to an Egg and Butter.
Well, how then? Come roundly, roundly.
Marry then, sweet Wag, when thou art King, let not us that are Squires of the Nights body, be call'd Thieves of the Days 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 chast Mistress the Moon, under whose countenance we steal.
Thou say'st well, and it holds well too: for the Fortune of us that are the Moons Men, doth ebb and flow like the Sea, being go∣verned as the Sea is, by the Moon: as for proof. Now a Purse of Gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday morning; got with swearing, Laid by: And spent with crying,