(after a long pause) A long time ago. Time hath dealt harshly with us both, John;—the name hath a sweet savor. I am an old woman now. And you?
FALSTAFF
I would not have known you. (Resentfully) What do you here?
LADY SYLVIA
My son goes to the wars and I am come to bid him farewell; yet I should not tarry in London for my lord is feeble and hath constant need of me. But I, an old woman, am yet vain enough to steal these few moments from him who needs me, to see for the last time, mayhap, him who once was my very dear friend.
FALSTAFF
I was never your friend, Sylvia.
LADY SYLVIA
(with a wistful smile) Ah the old wrangle. My dear and very honored lover, then; and I am come to see him here.
FALSTAFF