Prince Hal confesses he is hanging out at the Boar's Head tavern with lowlife bar trash for planned effect: so that when he breaks free of them he will dramatically set himself apart ("like bright metal on a sullen ground"). His friendships with Falstaff et al are part of a calculated publicity stunt worthy of the agent of a reality TV star; the human beings of Eastcheap are just props in Hal's pre-planned redemption narrative.
I can promise you I have no such plans.









