Prin. sad now my Father is sicke: albeit I could tell to thee (as
Prin. to one it pleases me, for fault of a better, to call my friend)
Prin.
thou, and Falstaffe, for obduracie and persistencie. Let the
Prin. end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inward
Prin. ly, that my Father is so sicke: and keeping such vild com
Prin. pany as thou art, hath in reason taken from me, all osten