FALSTAFF.
No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.
SHALLOW.
Ha, ’twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive?
FALSTAFF.
She lives, Master Shallow.
SHALLOW.
She never could away with me.
FALSTAFF.
Never, never; she would always say she could not abide Master Shallow.
SHALLOW.
By the mass, I could anger her to th’ heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?
FALSTAFF.
Old, old, Master Shallow.
SHALLOW.
Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be old, certain she’s old, and had Robin Nightwork by old Nightwork before I came to Clement’s Inn.
SILENCE.
That’s fifty-five year ago.
SHALLOW.
Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen! Ha, Sir John, said I well?