tell you you lie in your throat if you say I
am any other than an honest man.
Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay
aside that which grows to me! If thou gett'st 100
any leave of me, hang me: if thou takest leave,
thou wert better be hanged. You hunt counter:
hence! avaunt!
Ser. Sir, my lord would speak with you. 104
Ch. Just. Sir John Falstaff, a word with
you.
Fal. My good lord! God give your lordship
good time of day. I am glad to see your lord- 108
ship 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 112
of the saltness of time; and I most humbly be-
seech your lordship to have a reverend care of
your health.
Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before your 116
expedition to Shrewsbury.
Fal. An 't please your lordship, I hear his
majesty is returned with some discomfort from
Wales. 120
Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty. You
would not come when I sent for you.
Fal. And I hear, moreover, his highness is
fallen into this same whoreson apoplexy. 124
Ch. Just. Well, God mend him! I pray you,
let me speak with you.
Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of
lethargy, an 't please your lordship; a kind of 128
sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.
102 hunt counter; cf. n.
