Mercutio.O, Romeo,
Once yet again I tell thee; have a care!
[Enter Falstaff.
Falstaff. This were a goodly place enow, and there were sack to be had.
Trinculo [aside] The fat fellow is verily in the right on’t, but since the old gentleman Prospero did give us here the sack there’s no sack here for the wishing.
Falstaff [calls] Francis.
Trinculo. I think there be none here by that name.
Falstaff. ’Tis no matter for the name; the play ’s the thing, the name is mere hollowness and sound. Here, you fellow with the dog, you whoreson shaveling of a man, what is thy name?
Launce. They call me Launce, an’ it doth please you, sir.
Falstaff. How if I do not please? Marry, and what is then thy name? Answer to that.