I could well forbear ’t.
It’s monstrous labour, when I wash my brain,
And it grows fouler....
I had rather fast from all four days
Than drink so much in one.
(II. vii. 105.)
And he can address a dignified remonstrance and rebuke to his less temperate associates:
What would you more? Pompey, good night. Good brother,
Let me request you off: our graver business
Frowns at this levity. Gentle lords, let’s part: