Chief Justice.--Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. Sik John 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. Sir John Falstaff__And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into this same villainous apoplexy. Chief Justice.--Well, heaven mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you. Sib John Falstaff.--This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an’t please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a rascally tingling. Chief Justice.--What tell you me of it? be it as it is. Sir John Falstaff.--It hath its original from much grief; from study, and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness. Chief Justice.--I think you are fallen into the disease; for you hear not what I say to you. Sir John Falstaff.--Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an’t please you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. Chief Justice.--To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not, if I do become your physician. Sir John Falstaff.--I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient; your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty; but how I should be your patient to follow your prescriptions, the wise may make some dram of a scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself. Chief Justice.--I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me. Sir John Falstaff.--As I was then advised by my learned counsel in the laws of this land-service, I did not come. Chief Justice.--Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. Sir John Falstaff.--He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less. Chief Justice.---Your means are very slender, and your waste great. Sir John Falstaff.--I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer. Chief Justice.--You have misled the youthful prince. Sir John Falstaff.--The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog. Chief Justice.--Well, I am loath to gall a new-healed wound: your day’s service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night’s exploit on Gads hill: you may thank the unquiet time for your quiet o’er-posting that action. Sir John Falstaff.--My lord?-- Chief Justice.’--But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf. Sir John Falstaff.--To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox. Chief Justice.--What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out. Sir John Falstaff.--A wassel candle, my lord: all tallow: if I did say of wax, my growth would approve the truth. Chief Justice.--There is not a white hair on your face, but should have his effect of gravity. Sir John Falstaff.--His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.