Sl. That's meate and drinke to me now: I haue seene Saskerson loose, twenty times, and haue taken him by the Chaine: but (I warrant you) the women haue so cride and shrekt at it, that it past: But women indeede, cannot abide 'em, they are very ill-fauour'd rough things Ma.Pa. Come, gentle M[aster]. Slender, come; we stay for you Sl. Ile eate nothing, I thanke you Sir Ma.Pa. By cocke and pie, you shall not choose, Sir: come, come Sl. Nay, pray you lead the way Ma.Pa. Come on, Sir Sl. Mistris Anne: your selfe shall goe first An. Not I Sir, pray you keepe on Sl. Truely I will not goe first: truely-la: I will not doe you that wrong An. I pray you Sir Sl. Ile rather be vnmannerly, then troublesome: you doe your selfe wrong indeede-la. Exeunt. Scena Secunda. Enter Euans, and Simple. Eu. Go your waies, and aske of Doctor Caius house, which is the way; and there dwels one Mistris Quickly; which is in the manner of his Nurse; or his dry-Nurse; or his Cooke; or his Laundry; his Washer, and his Ringer Si. Well Sir Eu. Nay, it is petter yet: giue her this letter; for it is a 'oman that altogeathers acquainta[n]ce with Mistris Anne Page; and the Letter is to desire, and require her to solicite your Masters desires, to Mistris Anne Page: I pray you be gon: I will make an end of my dinner; ther's Pippins and Cheese to come. Exeunt. Scena Tertia. Enter Falstaffe, Host, Bardolfe, Nym, Pistoll, Page. Fal. Mine Host of the Garter? Ho. What saies my Bully Rooke? speake schollerly, and wisely Fal. Truely mine Host; I must turne away some of my followers Ho. Discard, (bully Hercules) casheere; let them wag; trot, trot Fal. I sit at ten pounds a weeke Ho. Thou'rt an Emperor (Cesar, Keiser and Pheazar) I will entertaine Bardolfe: he shall draw; he shall tap; said I well (bully Hector?) Fa. Doe so (good mine Host.) Ho. I haue spoke; let him follow; let me see thee froth, and liue: I am at a word: follow Fal. Bardolfe, follow him: a Tapster is a good trade: an old Cloake, makes a new Ierkin: a wither'd Seruingman, a fresh Tapster: goe, adew Ba. It is a life that I haue desir'd: I will thriue Pist. O base hungarian wight: wilt y the spigot wield Ni. He was gotten in drink: is not the humor co[n]ceited? Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this Tinderbox: his Thefts were too open: his filching was like an vnskilfull Singer, he kept not time Ni. The good humor is to steale at a minutes rest Pist. Conuay: the wise it call: Steale? foh: a fico for the phrase Fal. Well sirs, I am almost out at heeles Pist. Why then let Kibes ensue Fal. There is no remedy: I must conicatch, I must shift Pist. Yong Rauens must haue foode Fal. Which of you know Ford of this Towne? Pist. I ken the wight: he is of substance good Fal. My honest Lads, I will tell you what I am about Pist. Two yards, and more