Falst. Life: Thou art our Admirall, thou bearest the Lanterne
Falst. in the Poope, but 'tis in the Nose of thee; thou art the
Falst.
I neuer see thy Face, but I thinke vpon Hell fire, and Diues
Falst. that liued in Purple; for there he is in his Robes burning,
Falst. burning. If thou wert any way giuen to vertue, I would
Falst.
sweare by thy Face; my Oath should bee, By this Fire:
Falst. But thou art altogether giuen ouer; and wert indeede,
Falst. but for the Light in thy Face, the Sunne of vtter Darke
Falst. nesse. When thou ran'st vp Gads‑Hill in the Night, to
Falst. catch my Horse, if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene