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Ch. Just. I think, you are fallen into the disease ; for you hear not what I
say Fal. Very well, my lord, very well. : Ch. Just. I sent for you, when there were matters against you
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.
Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
Ful. He that buckles him in my belt, cannot live in less.
Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your waste is great. Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would
my were greater,
my waist slenderer. Ch. Just. You have misled the youthful prince. Fal. The young prince has misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel.
Fal. My lord, you that are old, consider not the capacities of us that are young; you do 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. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters 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 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, 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 hollaing 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 checked him for it, and the young lion repents ; marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk, and old sack.
Ch. Just. Well, Heaven send the prince a better companion !
Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince ! I cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed 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 mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but a 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
will needs say,
I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to Heaven, my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust, than to be scoured to death with perpetual motion.
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and Heaven bless your expedition
Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth?
Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too
impatient to hear crosses. Fare you well : Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland.
[Exeunt the Chief Justice and APPARITORS. 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-Boy!
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 Westmoreland ; and this to old Mistress Ursula,—whom I have weekly sworn to marry, since I perceived the first white hair on my chin :---About it; you know where to find me. (Exit Page.] A plague of this gout! it plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity.
The ARCHBISHOP OF YORK's Palace, in Yorkshire.
The ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, LORD Hastings, Tho
MAS MOWBRAY (Earl Marshal), and two other GENTLEMEN discovered, seated.
Archb. Thus have you heard our cause, and known
our means ;
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Hast. Our present musters grow upon the file
thus ;Whether our present five and twenty thousand May hold
up head without Northumberland. Hast. With him, we may.
Mow. Ay, marry, there's the point:
Archb. "Tis very true, Lord Marshal; for, indeed,
Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt,
Hast. I think, we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. Archb. What! is the king but five and twenty
thousand ? Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, my
lord; For his divisions, as the times do brawl, Are in three heads : one power against the French, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Must take up us, Archb. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hi.
ther? Hast. Prince John of Lancaster, and Westmore
land: Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Mon
mouth : But who is substituted 'gainst the French, I have no certain notice.
Archb. Let us on;