I will leere vpon him, as
he comes by: and do but marke the countenance that hee
will giue me
Pistol. Blesse thy Lungs, good Knight
Falst. Come heere Pistol, stand behind me. O if I had
had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue bestowed
the thousand pound I borrowed of you. But it is
no matter, this poore shew doth better: this doth inferre
the zeale I had to see him
Shal. It doth so
Falst. It shewes my earnestnesse in affection
Pist. It doth so
Fal. My deuotion
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 haue patience to shift me
Shal. It is most certaine
Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating
with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting
all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee
done, but to see him
Pist. 'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all
in euery part
Shal. 'Tis so indeed
Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and
make thee rage.
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