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Serv. I pray you, fir, then set your knighthood and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man.

Fal. I give thee leave to tell me fo! I lay aside that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me, hang me; if thou tak'st leave, thou wert befter be hang'd: You' hunt-counter, hence!. avaunt !

Serv. Sir, my lord, would speak with you.
Ch. Juft. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.

Fal. My good lord !-God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard say, your lordship was fick : 1 hope, your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, liath yet some smack of


in relish of the faltness of time, and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend care of your health.

Ch. Juft. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.

Fal. If it please your lordship, I hear, his majesty is return'd with some discomfort from Wales,

Ch. Juft. I talk not of his majesty :-You would not come when I fent for

you. Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whorefon apoplexy.

Ch. Jufti Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let me Speak

you, some

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Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of fleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.

Ch. Juft. What tell you me of it? be it as it is.

Fal. It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain : I have read the caufe of his effects in Galen ; it is a kind of deafness.

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Ch. Juft. I think, you are fallen into the disease ; for you hear not what I say to you..

Fab. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.

Ch. Juft. To punish you by the heels, would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do become your physician. · Fal. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not fo patient: your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me, ? in respect of poverty; but how I thould be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, 'or, indeed, a scruple itself.

Ch. Juft. I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me.

Fal. As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land.service, I did not come.

Cb. Juft. Well, the truth is, fir John, you live in great infamy:

Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live in less.

Ch. Juft. Your means are very slender, and your a waste great,

Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist Nenderer.

Ch. Juft. You have mis-led the youthful prince.

Fal. The young prince hath mis-led me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.

Çb. Juft. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over

z in respe&t of poverty;]-my itability to pay a fine. a wafie great.)

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 180. Fal. the fellowo) che blind map.


your night's exploit at Gads-hill : you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o’er-posting that action.

Fal. My lord?

Cb. Juft. But since all is well, keep it fo: wake not a sleeping wolf.

Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox.

Cb. Juft. What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out.

Fal. “A wassel candle, my lord; all tallow: but if I did say " of wax, my growth would approve the truth.

Cb. Juft. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity.

Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.

Cb. Juft. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel.

Fal. Not so, my lord ; your ill angel is light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go, I cannot 'tell : Virtue is of fo little regard in these

coster-monger times, that true valour is turn'd bearherd : - Pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings : all the other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young ; you measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls : and we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

Cb. Juft. Do you set down your name in the scrowl of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of

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8 coffer-songer )-mean, mechanical, wherein money is made the standard of merit.

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age? Have you not a moist eye ? ' a dry hand ?-a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double ? * your wit single? and every part about you blasted with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, fir John !

Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hallowing and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not : the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box o’the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have check'd him for it; and the young lion repents: marry, not in alhes, and sack-cloth; but in new filk, and old sack.

Cb. Juft. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion !

Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him.

Cb. Juft. Well, the king hath sever'd you and prince Harry : I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of Northumberland.

Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I inean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish any la dry band?)-" It's dry, fir."

TWELFTH Nicht, Vol. II. p. 480. Mar. your wit fingle?]-confined to one object, the promotion of riot and diffipation-single, or half-witted-your wit bears no proportion to your bulk,


thing but my bottle, I would I might never 'spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever : But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If you will needs say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with ruft, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual motion.

Ch. Juft. Well, be honest; be honest; And heaven bless your expedition !

Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thoufand pound, to furnish me forth?

Ch. Juft. Not a penny, not a penny; "you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.

[Exit. Fal. If I do, "fillip me with a three-man beetle.--A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery : but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and fo both the degrees o prevent my curses.--Boy!

Page. Sir ?
Fal. What money is in my purse ?
Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

Fal. I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable.—Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the earl of West1 Spit robite)-after a debauch-never spit again, I wish I may die.

you are too impatient to bear crofjes.)munfit to be traited with money--some coins were ftamped with a X.

As You Like It, Vol. II. p. . Cle. n fillip me with a three-man beetle. ]-a rammer, weilded by three mena fit instrument to strike the ard, laid across a pole, at one end whereof Sir John may be conceived to be placed, in order to be fillip'd, or toss'd into the air.



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