Fal.

Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow, I will make the King do you grace; I will leer upon him as he comes by, and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pist.

Bless thy lungs, good Knight.

Fal.

Come here, Pistol, stand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestow'd the thousand pounds I borrow'd of you; but

it is no matter, this poor shew doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal.

It doth so.

Fal.

It shews my earnestness of affection.

Pist.

It doth so.

Fal.

My devotion.

Pist.

It doth, it doth, it doth.

Fal.

As it were, to ride day and night, and not to deliberate, not to remember, not to have patience to shift me.

Shal.

It is most certain.

Fal.

But to stand stained with travel, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affairs in oblivion, as if there were nothing else but to see him.

Pist.

'Tis semper idem; for absque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in every part.

Shal.

'Tis so, indeed.

Pist.

My Knight, I will enflame thy noble liver, and make thee rage.

Fal.

I will deliver her.

Pistol.

There roar'd the sea; and trumpet-clangour sounds.