Iust. I sent for you (when there were matters against you for your life) to come speake with me Fal. As I was then aduised by my learned Councel, in the lawes of this Land-seruice, I did not come Iust. Wel, the truth is (sir Iohn) you liue in great infamy Fal. He that buckles him in my belt, ca[n]not liue in lesse Iust. Your Meanes is very slender, and your wast great Fal. I would it were otherwise: I would my Meanes were greater, and my waste slenderer Iust. You haue misled the youthfull Prince Fal. The yong Prince hath misled mee. I am the Fellow with the great belly, and he my Dogge Iust. Well, I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound: your daies seruice at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill. You may thanke the vnquiet time, for your quiet o're-posting that Action Fal. My Lord? Iust. But since all is wel, keep it so: wake not a sleeping Wolfe Fal. To wake a Wolfe, is as bad as to smell a Fox Iu. What? you are as a candle, the better part burnt out Fal. A Wassell-Candle, my Lord; all Tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approue the truth Iust. There is not a white haire on your face, but shold haue his effect of grauity Fal. His effect of grauy, grauy, grauy Iust. You follow the yong Prince vp and downe, like his euill Angell Fal. Not so (my Lord) your ill Angell is light: but I hope, he that lookes vpon mee, will take mee without, weighing: and yet, in some respects I grant, I cannot go: I cannot tell. Vertue is of so little regard in these Costormongers, that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard. Pregnancie is made a Tapster, and hath his quicke wit wasted in giuing Recknings: all the other gifts appertinent to man (as the malice of this Age shapes them) are not woorth a Gooseberry. You that are old, consider not the capacities of vs that are yong: you measure the heat of our Liuers, with the bitternes of your gals: & we that are in the vaward of our youth, I must confesse, are wagges too Iust. Do you set downe your name in the scrowle of youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charracters of age? Haue you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheeke? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an incresing belly? Is not your voice broken? your winde short? your wit single? and euery part about you blasted with Antiquity? and wil you cal your selfe yong? Fy, fy, fy, sir Iohn