The First Part of King Henry the Fourth. Уильям Шекспир

[comes forward] Peace, ye fat-guts! Lie down, lay thine

      ear

          close to the ground, and list if thou canst hear the tread of

          travellers.

        Fal. Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down?

      'Sblood,

          I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the

      coin

          in thy father's exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me