Chief Justice.—Well, heaven mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you.
Sib John Falstaff.—This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an’t please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a rascally tingling.
Chief Justice.—What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
Sir John Falstaff.—It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.
Chief Justice.—I think you are fallen into the disease; for you hear not what I say to you.
Sir John Falstaff.—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.
Chief Justice.—To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do become your physician.
Sir John Falstaff.—I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient; your lordship may minister 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 dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself.
Chief Justice.—I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me.
Sir John Falstaff.—As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come.