Why, very well then.

ESCALUS.
Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What was done to
Elbow's wife that he hath cause to complain of? Come me to what
was done to her.

CLOWN.
Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet.

ESCALUS.
No, sir, nor I mean it not.

CLOWN.
Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's leave. And, I
beseech you, look into Master Froth here, sir, a man of fourscore
pound a-year; whose father died at Hallowmas:--was't not at
Hallowmas, Master Froth?

FROTH.
All-hallond eve.

CLOWN.
Why, very well; I hope here be truths: He, sir, sitting, as I
say, in a lower chair, sir;--'twas in the 'Bunch of Grapes',
where, indeed, you have a delight to sit, have you not?--

FROTH.
I have so; because it is an open room, and good for winter.