checked him for it, and the young lion repents; 224
marry, not in ashes and sackcloth, but in new
silk and old sack.
Ch. Just. Well, God send the prince a better
companion! 228
Fal. God send the companion a better prince!
I cannot rid my hands of him.
Ch. Just. Well, the king hath severed you
and Prince Harry. I hear you are going with 232
Lord John of Lancaster against the archbishop
and the Earl of Northumberland.
Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for
it. But look you pray, all you that kiss my lady 236
Peace at home, that our armies join not in a hot
day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out
with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily:
if it be a hot day, and I brandish anything but 240
my bottle, I would I might never spit white again.
There is not a dangerous action can peep out
his head but I am thrust upon it. Well, I can-
not last ever. But it was always yet the trick of 244
our English nation, if they have a good thing, to
make it too common. If you will needs say I am
an old man, you should give me rest. I would
to God my name were not so terrible to the 248
enemy as it is: I were better to be eaten to death
with rust than to be scoured to nothing with
perpetual motion.
Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; and 252
God bless your expedition.
Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand
pound to furnish me forth?
Ch. Just. Not a penny; not a penny; you are 256
226 sack: Spanish wine
241 spit white; cf. n.
