I'll look at it, and then—will what I will. [Exit]
Alb. What new-gown cock is this?
Pem. Will what I will!
And post you, sirs!
Win. The child that hung at knees
Now stands on the great shoulders of De Burgh,
And ports himself a giant o'er our heads.
Pem. Ha, so! This wedge of love 'twixt you and Henry
Quite thrusts you out.
Win. True, sir, but I've in mind