1 Sirrah, you giant, what says the doctor to my water?
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2 He said, sir, the water itself was a good healthy 3 water; but, for the party that owed it, he might 4 have more diseases than he knew for.
FALSTAFF
5 Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me: the 6 brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not 7 able to invent anything that tends to laughter, more 8 than I invent or is invented on me: I am not only 9 witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other 10 men. I do here walk before thee like a sow that 11 hath overwhelmed all her litter but one. If the 12 prince put thee into my service for any other reason 13 than to set me off, why then I have no judgment. 14 Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn 15 in my cap than to wait at my heels. I was never 16 manned with an agate till now: but I will inset you 17 neither in gold nor silver, but in vile apparel, and 18 send you back again to your master, for a jewel,-- 19 the juvenal, the prince your master, whose chin is 20 not yet fledged. I will sooner have a beard grow in 21 the palm of my hand than he shall get one on his 22 cheek; and yet he will not stick to say his face is 23 a face-royal: God may finish it when he will, 'tis 24 not a hair amiss yet: he may keep it still at a 25 face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence 26 out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had 27 writ man ever since his father was a bachelor. He 28 may keep his own grace, but he's almost out of mine, 29 I can assure him. What said Master Dombledon about 30 the satin for my short cloak and my slops?
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31 He said, sir, you should procure him better 32 assurance than Bardolph: he would not take his 33 band and yours; he liked not the security.
FALSTAFF
34 Let him be damned, like the glutton! pray God his 35 tongue be hotter! A whoreson Achitophel! a rascally 36 yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentleman in hand, 37 and then stand upon security! The whoreson 38 smooth-pates do now wear nothing but high shoes, and 39 bunches of keys at their girdles; and if a man is 40 through with them in honest taking up, then they 41 must stand upon security. I had as lief they would 42 put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with 43 security. I looked a' should have sent me two and 44 twenty yards of satin, as I am a true knight, and he 45 sends me security. Well, he may sleep in security; 46 for he hath the horn of abundance, and the lightness 47 of his wife shines through it: and yet cannot he 48 see, though he have his own lanthorn to light him. 49 Where's Bardolph?
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50 He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse.
FALSTAFF
51 I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in 52 Smithfield: an I could get me but a wife in the 53 stews, I were manned, horsed, and wived.
Enter the Lord Chief-Justice and Servant
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54 Sir, here comes the nobleman that committed the 55 Prince for striking him about Bardolph.
FALSTAFF
56 Wait, close; I will not see him.
Lord Chief-Justice
57 What's he that goes there?
Servant
58 Falstaff, an't please your lordship.
Lord Chief-Justice
59 He that was in question for the robbery?
Servant
60 He, my lord: but he hath since done good service at 61 Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some 62 charge to the Lord John of Lancaster.
Lord Chief-Justice
63 What, to York? Call him back again.
Servant
64 Sir John Falstaff!
FALSTAFF
65 Boy, tell him I am deaf.
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66 You must speak louder; my master is deaf.
Lord Chief-Justice
67 I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. 68 Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him.
Servant
69 Sir John!
FALSTAFF
70 What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not 71 wars? is there not employment? doth not the king 72 lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? 73 Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it 74 is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, 75 were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell 76 how to make it.
Servant
77 You mistake me, sir.
FALSTAFF
78 Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting 79 my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied 80 in my throat, if I had said so.
Servant
81 I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our 82 soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you, 83 you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other 84 than an honest man.
FALSTAFF
85 I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that 86 which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me, 87 hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be 88 hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt!
Servant
89 Sir, my lord would speak with you.
Lord Chief-Justice
90 Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
FALSTAFF
91 My good lord! God give your lordship good time of 92 day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard 93 say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship 94 goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not 95 clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in 96 you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must 97 humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care 98 of your health.
Lord Chief-Justice
99 Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to 100 Shrewsbury.
FALSTAFF
101 An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is 102 returned with some discomfort from Wales.
Lord Chief-Justice
103 I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when 104 I sent for you.
FALSTAFF
105 And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into 106 this same whoreson apoplexy.
Lord Chief-Justice
107 Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with 108 you.
FALSTAFF
109 This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, 110 an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the 111 blood, a whoreson tingling.
Lord Chief-Justice
112 What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
FALSTAFF
113 It hath its original from much grief, from study and 114 perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of 115 his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.
Lord Chief-Justice
116 I think you are fallen into the disease; for you 117 hear not what I say to you.
FALSTAFF
118 Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please 119 you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady 120 of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
Lord Chief-Justice
121 To punish you by the heels would amend the 122 attention of your ears; and I care not if I do 123 become your physician.
FALSTAFF
124 I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: 125 your lordship may minister the potion of 126 imprisonment to me in respect of poverty; but how 127 should I be your patient to follow your 128 prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a 129 scruple, or indeed a scruple itself.
Lord Chief-Justice
130 I sent for you, when there were matters against you 131 for your life, to come speak with me.
FALSTAFF
132 As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the 133 laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Lord Chief-Justice
134 Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
FALSTAFF
135 He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.
Lord Chief-Justice
136 Your means are very slender, and your waste is great.
FALSTAFF
137 I would it were otherwise; I would my means were 138 greater, and my waist slenderer.
Lord Chief-Justice
139 You have misled the youthful prince.
FALSTAFF
140 The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow 141 with the great belly, and he my dog.
Lord Chief-Justice
142 Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your 143 day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded 144 over your night's exploit on Gad's-hill: you may 145 thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting 146 that action.
FALSTAFF
147 My lord?
Lord Chief-Justice
148 But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a 149 sleeping wolf.
FALSTAFF
150 To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.
Lord Chief-Justice
151 What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt 152 out.
FALSTAFF
153 A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say 154 of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Lord Chief-Justice
155 There is not a white hair on your face but should 156 have his effect of gravity.
FALSTAFF
157 His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.
Lord Chief-Justice
158 You follow the young prince up and down, like his 159 ill angel.
FALSTAFF
160 Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; but I hope 161 he that looks upon me will take me without weighing: 162 and yet, in some respects, I grant, I cannot go: I 163 cannot tell. Virtue is of so little regard in these 164 costermonger times that true valour is turned 165 bear-herd: pregnancy is made a tapster, and hath 166 his quick wit wasted in giving reckonings: all the 167 other gifts appertinent to man, as the malice of 168 this age shapes them, are not worth a gooseberry. 169 You that are old consider not the capacities of us 170 that are young; you do measure the heat of our 171 livers with the bitterness of your galls: and we 172 that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, 173 are wags too.
Lord Chief-Justice
174 Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, 175 that are written down old with all the characters of 176 age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a 177 yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an 178 increasing belly? is not your voice broken? your 179 wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and 180 every part about you blasted with antiquity? and 181 will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
FALSTAFF
182 My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the 183 afternoon, with a white head and something a round 184 belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing 185 and singing of anthems. To approve my youth 186 further, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in 187 judgment and understanding; and he that will caper 188 with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the 189 money, and have at him! For the box of the ear that 190 the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, 191 and you took it like a sensible lord. I have 192 chequed him for it, and the young lion repents; 193 marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk 194 and old sack.
Lord Chief-Justice
195 Well, God send the prince a better companion!
FALSTAFF
196 God send the companion a better prince! I cannot 197 rid my hands of him.
Lord Chief-Justice
198 Well, the king hath severed you and Prince Harry: I 199 hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster 200 against the Archbishop and the Earl of 201 Northumberland.
FALSTAFF
202 Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look 203 you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home, 204 that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the 205 Lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean 206 not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, 207 and I brandish any thing but a bottle, I would I 208 might never spit white again. There is not a 209 dangerous action can peep out his head but I am 210 thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it 211 was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if 212 they have a good thing, to make it too common. If 213 ye will needs say I am an old man, you should give 214 me rest. I would to God my name were not so 215 terrible to the enemy as it is: I were better to be 216 eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to 217 nothing with perpetual motion.
Lord Chief-Justice
218 Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless your 219 expedition!
FALSTAFF
220 Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to 221 furnish me forth?
Lord Chief-Justice
222 Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to 223 bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to my 224 cousin Westmoreland.
Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant
FALSTAFF
225 If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man 226 can no more separate age and covetousness than a' 227 can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout 228 galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and 229 so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!
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230 Sir?
FALSTAFF
231 What money is in my purse?
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232 Seven groats and two pence.
FALSTAFF
233 I can get no remedy against this consumption of the 234 purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, 235 but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter 236 to my Lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this 237 to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to old 238 Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry 239 since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. 240 About it: you know where to find me. Exit Page 241 A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for 242 the one or the other plays the rogue with my great 243 toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars 244 for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more 245 reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing: 246 I will turn diseases to commodity.