Come, I will go drink with you

Falstaff
Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot
tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth,
Master Shallow.
Shallow
O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay
all night in the windmill in Saint George’s Field?

We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.

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?
Falstaff
We have heard the chimes at midnight, Master Shallow.
Shallow
That we have, that we have, that we have. In
faith, Sir John, we have. Our watchword was “Hem,
boys.” Come, let’s to dinner, come, let’s to dinner.
Jesus, the days that we have seen! Come, come.