Shal. O sir Iohn, doe you remember since wee lay all
night in the Winde-mill, in S[aint]. Georges Field
Falstaffe. No more of that good Master Shallow: No
more of that
Shal. Ha? it was a merry night. And is Iane Nightworke
aliue?
Fal. She liues, M[aster]. Shallow
Shal. She neuer could away with me
Fal. Neuer, neuer: she would alwayes say shee could
not abide M[aster]. Shallow
Shal. I could anger her to the heart: shee was then a
Bona-Roba. Doth she hold her owne well
Fal. Old, old, M[aster]. Shallow
Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old: certaine shee's old: and had Robin Night-worke, by old Night-worke, before I came to Clements Inne
Sil. That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe
Shal. Hah, Cousin Silence, that thou hadst seene that,
that this Knight and I haue seene: hah, Sir Iohn, said I
well?
Falst. Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid-night, Master
Shallow