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My lord Chief Justice, speak to that vain man

        I know thee not, old man. Fall to thy prayers. How ill white hairs become a fool and jester.

        I have long dreamed of such a kind of man so surfeit-swelled, so old and so profane. But, being awake, 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. Reply not to me with a fool-born jest!

        Presume not that I am the thing I was.

        For God doth know, so shall the world perceive, that I have turned away my former self. So will I those that kept me company When thou dost hear I am as I have been, approach me and thou shalt be as thou wast, the tutor and the feeder of my riots.

        Till then I banish thee, on pain of death

        As I have done the rest of my misleaders, not to come near our person by ten mile. For competence of live I will allow you, the lack of means enforce you not to evil.

  nd, as we hear you do reform yourselves, we will, according to your strengths and qualities, give you advancement.