Chief Justice.—Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy.
Sir John Falstaff.—He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.
Chief Justice.—-Your means are very slender, and your waste great.
Sir John Falstaff.—I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.
Chief Justice.—You have misled the youthful prince.
Sir John Falstaff.—The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog.
Chief Justice.—Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed 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.
Sir John Falstaff.—My lord?—
Chief Justice.’—But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf.
Sir John Falstaff.—To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.