M. Merry. He is ashamed the number of them to show.
E'en round about him as many thousand sheep goes,
As he and thou, and I too, have fingers and toes.
M. Mumbl. And how many years old be you?
R. Roister. Forty at least.
M. Merry. Yea, and thrice forty to them.
R. Roister. Nay, thou dost jest.
I am not so old: thou misreckonest my years.
M. Merry. I know that; but my mind was on bullocks and steers.
M. Mumbl. And what shall I show her your mastership's name is?