Falstaff
My King! My Jove! I speak to thee my heart!
Henry V
I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers. How ill white hairs becomes a fool and jester. I have long dreamed of such a kind of man, so surfeit-swelled, so old, and so profane. But being awaked, I do despise my dream. Make less thy body hence and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.
[Falstaff laughs and rises]
Henry V
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest! Presume not that I am the thing I was.