We drink , Master Wilford . Not a man of us has been chased as yet . We give you joy , Master Wilford , of the prospect of advancement which has so unexpectedly opened to you . Have you been sent for ? Lives there anyone that may dispute your claim — I mean vexatiously ? Doubtless you look for much happiness from this change of fortune ? The finest wife ? Give you joy ! Come ! We 'll drink to his lordship 's health ! ‘ Tis two o'clock , We 'll e'en carouse till midnight ! Health , my lord ! Give what ? What means the knave by revels ? Ay , knave ! Thou sayest false ! Though didst thou need a proof thou speakest true , I 'd give thee one . Thou seest but one lord here , And I see two ! Ha ! Only mark him ! how he struts about ! How laughs his straight sword at his noble back . A blow ! His blood on his own head ! I 'm for you , sir ! My lord , I 'm struck ! With all my heart , since ‘ tis your lordship 's will .