Apple-john and peppercorn

Henry IV.1, [3.3.1-10]. Falstaff. “Bardolph, am I not fall’n away vilely since this last action? Do I not bate? Do I not dwindle? Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady’s loose gown; I am wither’d like an old apple-john. Well, I’ll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking. I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn, a brewer’s horse, The inside of a church! Company, villainous company, hath been the spoil of me.”

Riverside: an apple-john, an apple still in good eating condition when shrivelled.

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