Why, your twelve men are grown to twenty-four!
How’s this?
Laz. How’s this? why, counting in the shadows—
You see I count the shadows—twenty-four,
Shadows and all—you see![4]
Fel. I see.
Laz. Well, sir,
Had not that good sword which our gracious Prince
Gave me but yesterday broke in my hand,
I should have had to pay for mass, I promise you,