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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 so patient. Your lordship may minifter the potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some drachm of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself.
Cb. 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. Jaijt. Your means are very sender, and your
Fal. I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.
Cb. Just. You have mil-led the youthful prince.
Fal. The young prince hath mil-led me. I am the fellow with the great belly, and a he my dog.
Ch. Juft. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heald wound: your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-hill. You may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o'er-posting that action.
Fal. My lord!
. But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a Neeping 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.
waste is great.
be my dog. ] I do not understand this joke. Dog's lead the blind, but why does a dog lead the fát? Johnson. Vol. V. Bb
Fal. 3 A waffel cândle, my lord; all tallow: but if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth.
Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity.
Fal. His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy
Ch. Just. 4 You follow the young prince up and down, like his ill angel. · Fal. Not fo, my lord; your ill angel is light; but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me without weighing: and yet, in fome respects, I grant, I cannot go.
5 I cannot tell: virtue is of lo little regard in these coster-monger times, 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
3. A wafel candle, &c.] A wafel candle is a large candle lighted up at a feaft
. There is a poor quibble upon the word wax, which fignifies increase as well as the matter of the honey-comb. JOHNSON.
* You follow the young prince up and down like his ill arge!.] What a precious collator has Mr. Pope approved himself in this passage! Besides, if this were the true reading, Falstaff could not have made the witty and humorous evasion he has done in his reply. I have restored the reading of the oldest quarto. The Lord Chief Justice calls Falstaff the prince's ill angel or genius: which Falítaff turns off by saying, an ill angel (meaning the coin called an angel) is light; but, surely, it cannot be faid that he wants weight: ergo--the inference is obvious. Now money may be called ill, or bad; but it is never called evil, with regard to its being under weight. This Mr. Pope will facetiously call restoring lost puns: but if the author wrote a pun, and it happens to be lost in an editor's indolence, I fhall, in spite of his grimace, venture at bringing it back to light. THEOBALD.
“ As light as a clipt angel,” is a comparison frequently used in the old comedies. STEEVENS.
s I cannot tell :-) I cannot be taken in a reckoning; Icard not pass current. Johnson.
in thejë cofter-monger' times,-) In these times when the prevalence of trade has produced that meanness that rates the merit of every thing by money. JOHNSON.
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.
Ch. Juft. Do you set down your name in the scrowl 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
chin double? 7 your wit single? and every
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 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 ashes and fack-cloth, but in new silk and old fack.
Ch. Juft. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion !
your wit single?-) We call a man fingle-witted, who attains but one species of knowledge. This sense I know not how to apply to Falstaff, and rather think that the Chief Justice hints at a calamity always incident to a grey-hair'd wit, whose misfortune is, that his merriment is unfashionable. His allusions are to forgotten facts; his illustrations are drawn from notions obscured by time; his wit is therefore fingle, such as none has any part in but himself. JOHNSON.
I believe all that Shakespeare meant was, that he had more fat than wit; and that though his body was bloated by intemperance to twice its original size, yet his wit was not increased in proportion to it. STEVENS.
Fal. Heaven 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 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, if I brandish any thing but my bottle, 8 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 for ever— 9 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 lo terrible to the enemy as it is! I were better to be eaten to death with a 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 thousand pound, to furnish me forth? Ch. Juft, Not a penny, not a penny ;
you are too
- would I might never spit white again.] i. e. May I never have
ftomach heated again with liquor; for, to pit white is the consequence of inward heat. So in Mother Bombie, a comedy, 1594,
They have fod their livers in fack these forty years; that “ makes them spit white broth as they do." STEVENS.
9 But it was always, &c.] This speech in the folio concludes at I cannot loft for ever. All the rest is restored from the quarto's. A clear proof of the superior value of those editions, when compared with the publication of the players. STEVENS.
you are too impatient to bear crossés.] I believe a quibbie was here intended Falstaff has just asked his lordship
impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well. Commend me to my cousin Westmorland.
[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 letchery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other, and to both the degrees 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 Westmorland; and this to old Mrs. 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. A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one or the other 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.
to lend him a thousand pound, and he tells him in return, that he is not to be entrusted with money. A cross is coin so called, because stamped with a crofs. So in Love's Labour loft, act i. scene 3.
crosses love him not. So in As you like it,
.“ If I should bear you, I should bear no cross.” And in Heywood's Epigrams upon Proverbs, 1562.
Of makyng a Crofe.