SERVANT.
Sir, my lord would speak with you.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Sir John Falstaff, a word with you.
FALSTAFF.
My good lord! God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad. I heard say your lordship was sick. I hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverend care of your health.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury.
FALSTAFF.
An ’t please your lordship, I hear his Majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
I talk not of his Majesty. You would not come when I sent for you.
FALSTAFF.
And I hear, moreover, his Highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
Well, God mend him! I pray you let me speak with you.
FALSTAFF.
This apoplexy, as I take it, is a kind of lethargy, an ’t please your lordship, a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
CHIEF JUSTICE.
What tell you me of it? Be it as it is.