Page.

Who's there?

Eva.

Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice Shallow; and here's young master Slender; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings.

Page.

I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison, master Shallow.

Shal.

Master Page, I am glad to see you; much good do it your good heart: I wish'd your venison better; it was ill kill'd. How doth good mistress Page? and I thank you always with my heart, la; with my heart.

Page.

Sir, I thank you.

Shal.

Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.

Page.

I am glad to see you, good master Slender.

Slen.

How does your fallow greyhound, Sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale6Q0094.

Page.

It could not be judg'd, Sir.

Slen.

You'll not confess, you'll not confess.

Shal.

That he will not—'tis your fault, 'tis your fault—'tis a good dog.

Page.

A cur, Sir.

Shal.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; can there be more said? he is good and fair.—Is Sir John Falstaff here?

Page.

Sir, he is within; and I would, I could do a good office between you.

Eva.

It is spoke as a christians ought to speak.

Shal.

He hath wrong'd me, master Page.

Page.

Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.

Shal.

If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me—indeed, he hath—at a word, he hath—believe me—Robert Shallow Esq; saith, he is wrong'd.

Page.

Here comes Sir John.