That I will not be far from him, nor run behind.
M. Merry. That thing know all men, ever since ye overthrew
The fellow of the lion which Hercules slew.
But what is it then?
R. Roister. Of love I make my moan.
M. Merry. Ah, this foolish love! wil't ne'er let us alone?
But, because ye were refused the last day,
Ye said ye would ne'er more be entangled that way!
I would meddle no more, since I find all so unkind.
R. Roister. Yea, but I cannot so put love out of my mind.