Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the scroll of
youth, that are written down old with all the characters of
age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow
cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing170
belly? is not your voice broken? your wind short? your[3402]
chin double? your wit single? and every part about you[3402]
blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself[3403]
young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!
Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the[3404]175
afternoon, with a white head and something a round belly.[3404]
For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of[3405]
anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not: the[3406]
truth is, I am only old in judgement and understanding;
and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let180
him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box of[3407]
the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude[3407][3408]
prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked
him for it; and the young lion repents; marry, not in
ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old sack.185
Ch. Just. Well, God send the prince a better[3409]
companion!
Fal. God send the companion a better prince! I cannot[3409]
rid my hands of him.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you and Prince[3410]190
Harry: I hear you are going with Lord John of Lancaster[3410]
against the Archbishop and the Earl of Northumberland.
Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But[3411]
look you pray, all you that kiss my lady Peace at home,
that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the Lord, I[3412]195
take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat[3413]
extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, and I brandish any[3414]
thing but a bottle, I would I might never spit white again.[3415]
There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but
I am thrust upon it: well, I cannot last ever: but it was[3416][3417]200
alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a[3417][3418]
good thing, to make it too common. If ye will needs say[3417][3419]
I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to[3417]
God my name were not so terrible to the enemy as it is:[3417]
I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be[3417][3420]205
scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.[3417]
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and God bless[3421]
your expedition!
Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound to
furnish me forth?210
Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient
to bear crosses. Fare you well: commend me to
my cousin Westmoreland.
[Exeunt Chief-Justice and Servant.[3422]