Fal.

Now, master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?

Shal.

Knight, you have beaten my men, kill'd my deer, and broke open my lodge.

Fal.

But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter.

Shal.

Tut a pin; this shall be answer'd.

Fal.

I will answer it strait: I have done all this. That is now answer'd.

Shal.

The council shall know this.

Fal.

'Twere better for you ^{a note}if 'twere not known in council; you'll be laugh'd at.

Eva.

Pauca verba, Sir John, good worts.

Fal.

Good worts? good cabbage. Slender, I broke your head: what matter have you against me?

Slen.

Marry Sir, I have matter in my head against you, and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym and Pistol.

Bar.

You Banbury cheese.

Slen.

Ay, it is no matter.

Pist.

How now, Mephostophilus?

Slen.

Ay, it is no matter.

Nym.

Slice, I say, pauca, pauca: slice, that's my humour.

Slen.

Where's Simple, my man? can you tell, cousin?

Eva.

Peace: I pray you: now let us understand; there is three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that is, master Page, fidelicet master Page; and there is my self, fidelicet my self; and the third party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the garter.

Mr. Page.

We three to hear it, and end it between them.

Eva.

Ferry goot; I will make a prief of it in my note book, and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with as great discretions as we can.

Fal.

Pistol.

Pist.

He hears with ears.

Eva.

The tevil and his tam; what phrase is this, he hears with ear? why it is affectations.

Fal.

Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse?

Slen.

Ay by these gloves did he, or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovelboards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece, of Yead Miller; by these gloves.

Fal.

Is this true, Pistol?

Eva.

No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.

Pist.
Ha, thou mountain foreigner! Sir John, and master mine,
I combat challenge of this Latin bilboe:
Word of denial in thy Labras here;
Word of denial; froth and scum, thou ly'st.

Slen.

By these gloves, then 'twas he.

Nym.

Be advis'd, Sir, and pass good humours: I will say marry trap with you, if you run the ^{b note}base humour on me; that is the very note of it.

Slen.

By this hat, then he in the red face had it; for tho'I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass.

Fal.

What say you, Scarlet and John?

Bard.

Why Sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences.

Eva.

It is his five senses: fie, what the Ignorance is?

Bard.

And being fap, Sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions past the car-eires.

Slen.

Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter; I'll never be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.

Eva.

So Got udg me, that is a virtuous mind.

Fal.

You hear all these matters deny'd, gentlemen, you hear it.

Page.

Nay daughter carry the wine in; we'll drink within.

Slen.

Oh heav'n! this is mistress Anne Page.