What’s your name, sir?

Falstaff
What’s your name, sir? Of what condition are
you, and of what place, I pray?
Colevile
I am a knight, sir, and my name is Colevile of
the Dale.
Falstaff
Well then, Colevile is your name, a knight is
your degree, and your place the Dale. Colevile shall
be still your name, a traitor your degree, and the
dungeon your place, a place deep enough so shall
you be still Colevile of the Dale.
Colevile
Are not you Sir John Falstaff?

I have a whole school of tongues in this belly
of mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any
other word but my name.

Falstaff
As good a man as he, sir, whoe’er I am. Do
you yield, sir, or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat,
they are the drops of thy lovers and they weep for
thy death. Therefore rouse up fear and trembling,
and do observance to my mercy.
Colevile
I think you are Sir John Falstaff, and in that
thought yield me.
Falstaff
I have a whole school of tongues in this belly
of mine, and not a tongue of them all speaks any
other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any
indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in
Europe. My womb, my womb, my wombEpimone undoes
me. Here comes our general.