Poins. Is it not strange that desire should so many
years outlive performance?245
Fal. Kiss me, Doll.
Prince. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction!
what says the almanac to that?
Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, his man,[3765]
be not lisping to his master's old tables, his note-book,[3766]250
his counsel-keeper.
Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.
Dol. By my troth, I kiss thee with a most constant heart.[3767]
Dol. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young255
boy of them all.
Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle of? I shall receive[3768]
money o' Thursday: shalt have a cap to-morrow. A[3769]
merry song, come: it grows late; we'll to bed. Thou'lt[3770][3771]
forget me when I am gone.260
Dol. By my troth, thou'lt set me a-weeping, an thou[3771][3772]
sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy
return: well, hearken at the end.[3773]