I would have my sword and harness to shine so bright,
That I might therewith dim mine enemies' sight:
I would have it cast beams as fast, I tell you plain,
As doth the glitt'ring grass after a shower of rain.
And see that, in case I should need to come to arming,
All things may be ready at a minute's warning.
For such chance may chance in an hour: do ye hear?
M. Merry. As perchance shall not chance again in seven year.
R. Roister. Now, draw ye near to her, and hear what shall be said.
M. Merry. But I would not have you make her too much afraid.