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...you your wits? know you what 't is you speak? Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart! King. I know thee not, old man : fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man , So surfeit-swell'd, so old,...

...your wits: 'know you what Ч is you speak I Fal. My King ; my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers : How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swelled, so old, and...

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...this magnanimity is to be found in Henry's treatment of Falstaff, whom he casts off with the words: I know thee not, old man: fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! But even in this painful scene mercy tempers judgment. Provision is made...

...old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane'; But, being awake, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body, hence1, and more thy grace ; Leave gormandizing ;...

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...wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ' /'...'. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and...

...do not bid me remember mine end." lie revolted at the idea of patching up his old body for heaven. I know thee not, old man; fall to thy prayers: How ill white hairs become a fool and jester! I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, But being awake, I do despise...

...Falstaffand his companions address the king in the same manner, ana are dismissed as in this play. King. I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swelled, so old, and...