| FALSTAFF Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life: | |
| thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in | |
| the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the | |
| Knight of the Burning Lamp. | |
| BARDOLPH Why, Sir John, my face does you no harm. | |
| FALSTAFF No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many | |
| a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I | |
| never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and | |
| Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his | |
| robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way | |
| given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath | |
| should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but | |
| thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but | |
| for the light in thy face, the son of utter | |
| darkness. When thou rannest up Gadshill in the | |
| night to catch my horse, if I did not think thou | |
| hadst been an ignis fatuus or a ball of wildfire, | |