as any rose, in good truth, la! But, i' faith, you have drunk too much canaries; and that's a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say 'What's this?' How do you now? Better than I was: hem! Why, that's well said; a good heart's worth gold. Lo, here comes Sir John. 'When Arthur first in court,' --Empty the jordan. --'And was a worthy king.' How now, Mistress Doll! Sick of a calm; yea, good faith. So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick. You muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me? You make fat rascals, Mistress Doll. I make them! gluttony and diseases make them; I make them not. If the cook help to make the gluttony, you help to make the diseases, Doll: we catch of you, Doll, we catch of you; grant that, my poor virtue grant that. Yea, joy, our chains and our jewels. 'Your broaches, pearls, and ouches:' for to serve bravely is to come halting off, you know: to come off the breach with his pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the charged chambers bravely,-- Hang yourself, you muddy conger, hang yourself! By my troth, this is the old fashion; you two never meet but you fall to some discord: you are both, i' good truth, as rheumatic as two dry toasts; you cannot one bear with another's confirmities. What the good-year! one must bear, and that must be you: you are the weaker vessel, as they say, the emptier vessel. Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead? there's a whole merchant's venture of Bourdeaux stuff in him; you have not seen a hulk better stuffed in the hold. Come, I'll be friends with thee, Jack: thou art going to the wars; and whether I shall ever see thee again or no, there is nobody cares. Sir, Ancient Pistol's below, and would speak with you. Hang him, swaggering rascal! let him not come hither: it is the foul-mouthed'st rogue in England. If he swagger, let him not come here: no, by my faith; I must live among my neighbours: I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very best: shut the door; there comes no swaggerers here: I have not lived all this while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you. Dost thou hear, hostess? Pray ye, pacify yourself, Sir John: