Page. Nay good Mr. Parson, keepe in your weapon Shal. So doe you, good Mr. Doctor Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your eare; vherefore vill you not meet-a me? Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time Cai. By-gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn Ape Euan. Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal about your knaues Cogs-combe Cai. Diable: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: haue I not stay for him, to kill him? haue I not at de place I did appoint? Euan. As I am a Christians-soule, now looke you: this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine Host of the Garter Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch, Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer Cai. I, dat is very good, excellant Host. Peace, I say: heare mine Host of the Garter, Am I politicke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiuell? Shall I loose my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parson? my Priest? my Sir Hugh? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the No-verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celestiall) so: Boyes of Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the issue: Come, lay their swords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow Shal. Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, follow Slen. O sweet Anne Page Cai. Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make-a-de-sot of vs, ha, ha? Eua. This is well, he has made vs his vlowting-stog: I desire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this same scall scuruy-cogging-companion the Host of the Garter Cai. By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceiue me too Euan. Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow. Scena Secunda. Mist.Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Euans, Caius. Mist.Page. Nay keepe your way (little Gallant) you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader: whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your masters heeles? Rob. I had rather (forsooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarfe M.Pa. O you are a flattering boy, now I see you'l be a (Courtier Ford. Well met mistris Page, whether go you M.Pa. Truly Sir, to see your wife, is she at home? Ford. I, and as idle as she may hang together for want of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you two would marry M.Pa. Be sure of that, two other husbands Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke? M.Pa. I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you cal your Knights name sirrah? Rob. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Ford. Sir Iohn Falstaffe