Prince Hal's Monologue

I know you all, and will awhile uphold 
The unyoked humour of your idleness. 
Yet herein will I imitate the sun, 
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds 
To smother up his beauty from the world, 
That when he please again to be himself, 
Being wanted, he may be more wondered at 
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists 
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him. 
If all the year were playing holidays, 
To sport would be as tedious as to work; 
But when they seldom come, they wished-for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 
So, when this loose behaviour I throw off 
And pay the debt I never promisèd, 
By how much better than my word I am, 
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes; 
And like bright metal on a sullen ground, 
My reformation, glitt’ring o’er my fault, 
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes 
Than that which hath no foil to set it off. 
I’ll so offend to make offence a skill, 
Redeeming time when men think least I will.

            (I.ii.173–195)