LAFEU: What prince is that?
CLOWN: The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil.
LAFEU: Hold thee, there’s my purse: I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still.
CLOWN: I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain in’s court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they’ll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.