Host.

What wouldst thou have, boor? what, thick-skin? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap ^note.

Sim.

Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master Slender.

Host.

There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new. Go knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto thee: knock, I say.

Sim.

There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber: I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she come down; I come to speak with her, indeed.

Host.

Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed: I'll call.—Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from thy lungs military: art thou there? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.

Fal. [Above ^note]

How now, mine host!

Host.

Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let her descend; my chambers are honourable: fie! privacy? fie!

Fal.

There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she's gone.

Sim.

Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of Brentford?

Fal.

Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell: what would you with her?

Sim.

My master, sir, Master Slender ^note, sent to her, seeing her go thorough ^note the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain or no.

Fal.

I spake with the old woman about it.

Sim.

And what says she, I pray, sir?

Fal.

Marry, she says that the very same man that beguiled Master Slender of his chain cozened him of it.

Sim.

I would I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too from him.

Fal.

What are they? let us know.

Host.

Ay, come; quick.

Sim.

I may ^note not conceal ^note them, sir.

Host. ^note

Conceal ^note them, or ^note thou diest.

Sim.

Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mistress Anne Page; to know if it were my master's ^note fortune to have her or no.

Fal.

'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

Sim.

What, sir?

Fal.

To have her, or no. Go; say the woman told me so.

Sim.

May I be bold to say so, sir?

Fal.

Ay, sir; like ^note who more bold.

Sim.

I thank your worship: I shall make my master glad with these tidings.

Host.

Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was there a wise woman with thee?

Fal.

Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.

^noteEnter Bardolph.

Bard.

Out, alas, sir! cozenage, mere cozenage!

Host.

Where be my horses? speak well of them, varletto.

Bard.

Run away with ^note the cozeners: for so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.

Host.

They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not say they be fled; Germans are honest men.

Evans.

Where is mine host?

Host.

What is the matter, sir?

Evans.

Have a care of your entertainments: there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me there is three cozen-germans that has cozened all the hosts of Readins ^note, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you for good will, look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-stocks, and 'tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare you well.

Caius.

Vere is mine host de Jarteer?

Host.

Here, master doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

Caius.

I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a me dat you make grand ^note preparation for a duke de Jamany: by my trot, dere is no duke dat the court is know to come. I tell you for good vill: adieu.

Host.

Hue and cry, villain, go!—Assist me, knight.— I am undone!—Fly, run, hue and cry, villain!—I am undone!

Fal.

I would all the world might be cozened; for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to

the ear of the court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boots with me: I warrant they would whip me with their fine wits till I were as crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough [to say my prayers ^note,] I would repent ^note.

Now, whence come you?

Quick.

From the two parties, forsooth.

Fal.

The devil take one party, and his dam the other! and so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffered more for their sakes, more than the villanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear.

Quick.

And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant; speciously one of them; Mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white spot about her.

Fal.

What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brentford: but that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old woman ^note, delivered me, the knave constable had set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch.

Quick.

Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber: you shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! Sure, one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed.

Fal.

Come up into my chamber.

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