Page 1009 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

You that are old consider not the capacities of us that are young; you do
measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness of your galls. And [170] we
that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

CHIEF JUSTICE
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 [175] cheek? A white beard? A decreasing leg? An increasing belly? Is
not your voice broken? Your wind short? Your chin double? Your wit single?
And every part about you blasted with antiquity? And will you yet call yourself

young? Fie, fie, fie, Sir John! [180]

FALSTAFF

My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white
head and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing
and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not. The truth is,
I am only old in judgment and understanding; [185] and he that will caper

with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him!
For the box of the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince,
and you took it like a sensible lord. I have checked him for it, and the young
lion repents; marry, [190] not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new silk and old

sack.

CHIEF JUSTICE
Well, God send the prince a better companion!

FALSTAFF
God send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. [195]

CHIEF JUSTICE
Well, the king hath severed you [and Prince Harry]. I hear you are going with
Lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop and the Earl of
Northumberland.

FALSTAFF
Yea, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But [200] look you pray, all you that
kiss my lady Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot day, for, by the