service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is now going with some charge to the Lord John of Lancaster. What, to York? Call him back again. Sir John Falstaff! Boy, tell him I am deaf. You must speak louder; my master is deaf. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any thing good. Go, pluck him by the elbow; I must speak with him. Sir John! What! a young knave, and begging! Is there not wars? is there not employment? doth not the king lack subjects? do not the rebels need soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side but one, it is worse shame to beg than to be on the worst side, were it worse than the name of rebellion can tell how to make it. You mistake me, sir. Why, sir, did I say you were an honest man? setting my knighthood and my soldiership aside, I had lied in my throat, if I had said so. I pray you, sir, then set your knighthood and our soldiership aside; and give me leave to tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am any other than an honest man. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that which grows to me! if thou gettest any leave of me, hang me; if thou takest leave, thou wert better be hanged. You hunt counter: hence! avaunt! Sir, my lord would speak with you. Sir John Falstaff, a word with you. My good lord! God give your lordship good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I hope your lordship goes abroad by advice. Your lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time; and I must humbly beseech your lordship to have a reverent care of your health. Sir John, I sent for you before your expedition to Shrewsbury. An't please your lordship, I hear his majesty is returned with some discomfort from Wales. I talk not of his majesty: you would not come when I sent for you. And I hear, moreover, his highness is fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. Well, God mend him! I pray you, let me speak with you. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. It hath its original