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King Henry the Fourth, III. iii

brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Com-

pany, villainous company, hath been the spoil

of me.

Bard. Sir John, you are so fretful, you can-

not live long.

Fal. 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 not above once in a

quarter—of an hour; paid money that I bor-

rowed—three or four times; lived well and in good

compass; and now I live out of all order, out of

all compass.

Bard. Why, you are so fat, Sir John, that

you must needs be out of all compass, out of all

reasonable compass, Sir John.

Fal. Do 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.

Bard. Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm.

Fal. No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use

of it as many a man doth of a Death's head, or

a memento mori: I never see thy face but I think

upon hell-fire and Dives that lived in purple;

for there he is in his robes, burning, burning. If

thou wert any way given to virtue, I would swear

by thy face; my oath should be, 'By this fire,

that's God's angel:' but thou art altogether

given over, and wert indeed, but for the light in

 10 brewer's horse; cf. n.

28 admiral: flag-ship

35 memento mori; cf. n.

36 Dives; cf. n.

40 God's angel; cf. n. 