shinobi93:


DOLL: Why does the prince love him so, then?


FALSTAFF: Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a’ plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off candles’ ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories; and such other gambol faculties a’ has, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.

shinobi93:

DOLL: Why does the prince love him so, then?
FALSTAFF: Because their legs are both of a bigness, and a’ plays at quoits well, and eats conger and fennel, and drinks off candles’ ends for flap-dragons, and rides the wild-mare with the boys, and jumps upon joined-stools, and swears with a good grace, and wears his boots very smooth, like unto the sign of the leg, and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories; and such other gambol faculties a’ has, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.

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Prince Hal

Edward Poins

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Actually I ship Hal and Poins

dirrtymolly:

I mean look at them

hiddlybatch:

How to be a Troll: The Shakespearean Edition.

(Source: romolas)

Prince Hal:
     I swear to God, I’m exceedingly tired.

Poins:
     Really? I would have thought that weariness wouldn’t dare afflict someone as highly born as you.

Prince Hal:
      Well, it afflicts me, although saying so dims my nobility somewhat. Does it make me seem coarse and common to say that I’d love a small beer?

Poins:
      A prince shouldn’t be vulgarly inclined towards things like a small beer.

Prince Hal:
      Then I suppose I don’t have a prince’s appetite, because right now all I can think about is a small beer.

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ivyarchive:

Prince Hal:
“You whoreson candle-mine, you, how vilely did you
speak of me even now before this honest, virtuous,
civil gentlewoman!”

I see Poins. I must reblog for Poins.

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Tom Hiddleston in The Hollow Crown

Needs more Poins

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