Hostess.

Mr. Phang, have you enter'd the action?

Phang.

It is enter'd.

Host.

Where's your yeoman? is he a lusty yeoman? Will he stand to it?

Phang.

Sirrah, where's Snare?

Host.

O Lord, ay, good Mr. Snare.

Snare.

Here, here.

Phang.

Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

Host.

Ay, good Mr. Snare, I have enter'd him and all.

Snare.

It may chance cost some of us our lives: for he will stab.

Host.

Alas-the-day! take heed of him; he stab'd me in mine own house, and that most beastly; he cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon be out. He will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.

Phang.

If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

Host.

No, nor I neither;—I'll be at your elbow.

Phang.

If I but fist him once; ^{1 note}if he come but within my vice.

Host.

I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he is an infinitive thing upon my score. Good Mr. Phang, hold him sure; good Mr. Snare, let him not 'scape. He comes continually to Pie-corner, saving your manhoods, to buy a saddle: and he is indited to dinner to the Lubbar's-head in Lombard-street, to Mr. Smooth's the Silkman. I pray ye, since my action is enter'd, and my case so openly known to the world, let him be brought in to his answer. ^{2 note}A hundred mark is a long Lone, for a poor lone woman to bear; and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and have been fub'd off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no honesty in such dealing, unless a woman should be made an Ass and a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.

Enter Falstaff, Bardolph, and the boy.

Yonder he comes, and that arrant malmsey-nose knave Bardolph with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Mr. Phang and Mr. Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.

Fal.

How now? whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

Phang.

Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mrs. Quickly.

Fal.

Away, varlets; draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's head: throw the quean in the kennel.

Host.

Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee in the kennel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue. Murder, murder! O thou hony-suckle villain, wilt thou kill God's officers and the King's? O thou hony-seed rogue! thou art a hony-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.

Fal.

Keep them off, Bardolph.

Phang.

A rescue, a rescue!

Host.

Good people, bring a rescue or two; thou wo't, wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't thou? do, do, thou rogue, do, thou hemp-seed!

Fal.

Away, you scullion, you rampallian, you fustilarian: I'll tickle your catastrophe.