LANCE.
Ay, and what I do too. Look thee, I’ll but lean, and my staff understands me.
SPEED.
It stands under thee indeed.
LANCE.
Why, stand-under and under-stand is all one.
SPEED.
But tell me true, will’t be a match?
LANCE.
Ask my dog. If he say “Ay”, it will; if he say “No”, it will; if he shake his tail and say nothing, it will.
SPEED.
The conclusion is, then, that it will.
LANCE.
Thou shalt never get such a secret from me but by a parable.
SPEED.
’Tis well that I get it so. But, Lance, how sayst thou that my master is become a notable lover?
LANCE.
I never knew him otherwise.
SPEED.
Than how?