_Fal._ And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into 100 this same whoreson apoplexy. _Ch. Just._ Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me[3377] speak with you. _Fal._ This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood,[3378] 105 a whoreson tingling. _Ch. Just._ What tell you me of it? be it as it is. _Fal._ It hath its original from much grief, from study[3379] and perturbation of the brain: I have read the cause of his[3380] effects in Galen: it is a kind of deafness.[3380] 110 _Ch. Just._ I think you are fallen into the disease; for you hear not what I say to you. _Fal._ Very well, my lord, very well: rather, an't please[3381] you, it is the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. 115 _Ch. Just._ To punish you by the heels would amend the attention of your ears; and I care not if I do become your[3382] physician. _Fal._ I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient: your lordship may minister the potion of imprisonment to 120 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. _Ch. Just._ I sent for you, when there were matters against you for your life, to come speak with me.[3383] 125 _Fal._ As I was then advised by my learned counsel in[3384] the laws of this land-service, I did not come. _Ch. Just._ Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live in great infamy. _Fal._ He that buckles him in my belt cannot live in less.[3385] 130 _Ch. Just._ Your means are very slender, and your waste[3386] is great.[3387] _Fal._ I would it were otherwise; I would my means were greater, and my waist slenderer.[3388] _Ch. Just._ You have misled the youthful prince. 135 _Fal._ The young prince hath misled me: I am the fellow[3389] with the great belly, and he my dog. _Ch. Just._ 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 140 time for your quiet o'er-posting that action. _Fal._ My lord?[3390] _Ch. Just._ But since all is well, keep it so: wake not a sleeping wolf. _Fal._ To wake a wolf is as bad as to smell a fox.[3391] 145 _Ch. Just._ What! you are as a candle, the better part burnt out. _Fal._ A wassail candle, my lord, all tallow: if I did say[3392] of wax, my growth would approve the truth. _Ch. Just._ There is not a white hair on your face but 150 should have his effect of gravity. _Fal._ His effect of gravy, gravy, gravy.