Host. Sick of a calm; yea, good faith.[3664]
Fal. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they[3665]35
are sick.
Dol. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you[3666]
give me?
Fal. You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll.
Dol. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them;[3667]40
I make them not.
Fal. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help[3668]
to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we catch
of you; grant that, my poor virtue, grant that.[3669]
Dol. Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels.[3670]45
Fal. 'Your brooches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve[3671]
bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come off the
breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely;
to venture upon the charged chambers bravely,—
Dol. Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself![3672]50
Host. By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two[3673]
never meet but you fall to some discord: you are both,
i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot[3674]
one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-year![3675]
one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker55
vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel.