Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH
Bardolph, am I not fallen away vilely since this last action?
Do I not bate? Do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about
me like an like an old lady’s loose gown. I am withered like
an old applejohn. Well, I’ll repent, and that suddenly, while
I am in some liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then
I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten
what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn,
a brewer’s horse. The inside of a church! Company,
villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.
10Sir John, you are so fretful you cannot live long.
Why, there is it. Come sing me a bawdy song, make me
merry. I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be,
virtuous enough: swore little; diced not above seven times—
a week; went to a bawdy house once in a quarter—of an
hour; paid money that I borrowed, three or four times; lived
well and in good compass; and now I live out of all order, out
of all compass.
Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that you must needs be out of
all compass, out of all reasonable compass, Sir John.
20Do thou amend thy face, and I’ll amend my life. Thou art our
admiral, thou bearest the lantern in the poop, but ’tis in the
nose of thee. Thou art the knight of the burning lamp.
Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.