:20:00
You boy, Bardolph, no word to
your master that I am to London.
:20:04
- There's for your silence.
- I have no tongue, sir.
:20:08
For mine, sir, I'll govern it.
:20:20
Doth it now show vilely in
me to desire small beer?
:20:24
How many young princes would
do as thy, their fathers being...
:20:28
...so sick as yours at this time?
:20:32
Let the devil carry me away
if I listen to thy to-morrow!
:20:38
Do you use me thus, must
I marry your sister, Nelly?
:20:42
God send the wench have no
worse fate. But I never said so.
:20:47
- Come, Ned.
- I'll be thy shadow.
:20:51
I follow thy, my lord.
:21:00
Lord!
:21:02
My heart bleeds inwardly
that my father is so sick.
:21:07
Sir John, thou art so fat, that
I dare say thou wilt last not.
:21:11
There you are!
:21:14
- Around, I mighst be...
- Two yards, or more.
:21:18
Round the waist, about the same.
I speak not of plentyfulness...
:21:22
...but of sorrows.
:21:26
I shall have to sack some of
mine. There art no other way.
:21:30
I shall take Bardolph,
he shall pour for me.
:21:34
That be a pleasant task.
:21:39
Lads...
:21:43
...I am left penniless.
:21:46
Doll...
:21:49
Is that all the comfort you
give me?
:21:52
Who knock'st on the door thus?
:21:55
- You muddy raskal!
- You make fat raskals.
:21:59
I make them not, gluttony
and diseases make them.