For five-and-thirty years, a bud—and now
A rose full blown!
Arist.Say over-blown.
Phan.What’s that?
Arist. My lord, the Queen’s too fat.
Phan.Well, that may be,
But don’t you tell her so. Your insolence
Amuses me—it won’t amuse the Queen:
She has no sense of humor. So take care.
Arist. My lord, I’m rough, but honest. I’ve a tongue