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into Smithfield to buy your WorFal. + I bought him in Paul's, and he'll buy me a horse in Smithfield. If I could get me but a wife in the Stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd.
fhip a horse.
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Enter Chief Justice, and Servants. Page
. Sir, here comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him, about Bardelph.
Fal. Wait close, I will not see him.
. Just. What to York? call him back again,
, my master is deaf. Cb. Juft. I am sure, he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go pluck him by the elbow. I must speak with him.
Serv. Sir John
Fal. What! a young knave and beg! are there not wars? is there not employment ? doth not the King seems evidently to have been taken from that of Plautur : Quò ambulas tu, qui Vulcanum in cornu conclufum geris. împb . Ad 1. Scene I. and much improved
. We need not doubt that a joke was here intended by Plautus, for the proverbial term of horns, for cuckoldom, is very ancient, as appears by Artemi. Zorus, who fays, Προειπεν αυτώ ότι η γυνη σου το εύση, και το λεγομενον, κέρατα αυτω ποιήσει, και ουτως ατ:.3. Overpo!, lib. 2. cap. 12. And he copied from those before him.
4 I bought bim in Paul's,] At that time the resort of ide people, cheats, and knights of the poit
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lack Subjects? do not the Rebels need foldiers? though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worfe shame to beg, than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it.
Serv. You mistake me, Sir.
Fal. Why, Sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knight-hood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said fo.
Serv. I pray you, Sir, then set your knight-hood and your foldiership 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 afide That, which grows to me? if thou getest any leave of me, hang me; if thou tak'st leave, thou wert better be hang’d: you hunt-counter, hence ; avaunt.
Serv. Sir, my lord would speak 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 sick. I hope, your ļordship goes abroad by advice.
Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you: some relish of the faltness of time ; and I most humbly beseech your lordship, to have a reverend care of your health.
Ch. Just. 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. Just. I talk not of his Majesty: you would not come when I sent for you ;
Fal. And I hear moreover, his Highness is fallen into this fame whorson apoplexy.
Ch. Ji:t. Well, heav'n mend him! I pray, let me speak with you.
Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whorson tingling.
Cb. 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 cause of it in Galen. It is a kind of deafness.
Ch. Juft. I think, you are fallen into that disease : for you hear not what I say to you.
Fal. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please you, it is the disease of not list'ning, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal.
Ch. Just. 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 !hould be your Patient to follow your prescriptions, the wile may make some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple it felf.
Ch. Juft. I fent for you, when there were matters against you
for your life, to come speak with me. Fal. As I was then advis'd by my Counsel learned in the laws of this land-service, I did not come.
Ch. Juft. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live in less.
Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your waite is
great. Fal. I would it were otherwise: I would, my means were greater, and my waste Nenderer.
Ch. Just. You have mis-led the youthful Prince. Fal. The young Prince hath mil-led me. I am the follow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Ch. Juft. Well, I'm loth to gall a new-heal'd wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-bill. You may thank the unquiet time, for your quiet o'er-posting that action.
Fal. My lord
Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it fo : wake not a Neeping Wolf.
Fai. To wake a Wolf, is as bad as to smell a Fox.
Ch. Just. What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out.
Fal. A waffel candle, my lord ; all tallow: but if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Ch. Juft. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity.
Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy:-
Prince down, like his s ill angel.
Fal. Not fo, my lord, your 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 so little regard in these coster-mongers' days, that true valour is turned bear-herd. 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 Thapes them, are not worth a goose-berry. 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.
Ch. Juft. Do you set down your name in the scrow of youth, that are written down old, with all the cha
5. A pun, in an ill angel, which Mr. Theobald here tells us, he has restored and brought to light. 6 Va-ward) i. e. van guard.
racters of 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 fhort? your chin double ? your wit single ? and every
blafted with antiquity ? and will you yet call yourself young ? fie, fie, fie, Sir 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'th'ear that the Prince gave you, he gave it like a rude Prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checkt him for it; and the young Lion repents: marry, not in ashes and fack-cloth, but in new filk and old sack.
Ch. Juft. Well, heav'n send the Prince a better Companion !
Fal. Heav'n send the companion a better Prince ! I cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. Juft. Well, the King hath sever'd you and Prince Harry. I hear, you are going with lord Yohn of Lencaster, against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland, Fal. Yes, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it; but
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 mean not to sweat extraordinarily : if it be a hot day, if I brandish any thing but a bottle, 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
look you, pray,