ARMADO.
Villain, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned.
COSTARD.
Well, sir, I hope when I do it I shall do it on a full stomach.
ARMADO.
Thou shalt be heavily punished.
COSTARD.
I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they are but lightly rewarded.
ARMADO.
Take away this villain. Shut him up.
MOTH.
Come, you transgressing slave, away!
COSTARD.
Let me not be pent up, sir. I will fast being loose.
MOTH.
No, sir, that were fast and loose. Thou shalt to prison.
COSTARD.
Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation that I have seen, some shall see.
MOTH.
What shall some see?