Pist. It doth so
Fal. My deuotion
Pist. It doth, it doth, it doth
Fal. As it were, to ride day and night,
And not to deliberate, not to remember,
Not to haue patience to shift me
Shal. It is most certaine
Fal. But to stand stained with Trauaile, and sweating with desire to see him, thinking of nothing else, putting all affayres in obliuion, as if there were nothing els to bee done, but to see him
Pist. 'Tis semper idem: for obsque hoc nihil est. 'Tis all in euery part
Shal. 'Tis so indeed
Pist. My Knight, I will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and make thee rage. Thy Dol, and Helen of thy noble thoghts is in base Durance, and contagious prison: Hall'd thither by most Mechanicall and durty hand. Rowze vppe Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Alecto's Snake, for Dol is in. Pistol, speakes nought but troth
Fal. I will deliuer her