an_] _o'mans_ Q3.
7: _cold_] Rowe. _gold_ Ff Q3.
9: _as faith_] F1 Q3. _of faith_ F2 F3 F4.
11: _as extreme_] F1 Q3. om. _as_ F2 F3 F4.
11, 12: Printed in one line in Ff Q3.
20: _say_] _see_ Collier MS.
_in the rivers_] F1 Q3. _into the river_ F2 F3 F4.
22: _terrors_] _terror_ Q3.
29: _midnight_] F1 Q3. _of midnight_ F2 F3 F4.
30: _great ragg'd_] _ragged_ Pope.
31: _tree_] _trees_ Hanmer.
41: Here Theobald inserts from Q1 Q2, _We'll send him word to meet
us in the field, Disguised like Herne_ [_Horne_ Q1 Q2] _with huge
horns on his head._ Malone gives the second line only. See note
(VIII).
56: _to-pinch_] Steevens (Tyrwhitt conj.).] _to pinch_ Ff Q3.
_too, pinch_ Warburton.
_fairy-like, to-pinch_] _like to fairies pinch_ Hanmer.
60: _him sound_] F2 F3 F4. _him, sound,_ F1 Q3. _him round,_ Pope.
_him soundly_ Collier MS.
67: _taber_] _taper_ Pope.
72: _time_] _tire_ Theobald.
75: _in name_] _in the name_ Q3.
86: _he_] _him_ Hanmer.

SCENE V. _A room in the Garter Inn._

_Enter HOST and SIMPLE._

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

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

_Host._ There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his 5
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 10
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, 15
calls.

_Fal._ [_Above_] 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! 20

_Enter FALSTAFF._

_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 25
with her?

_Sim._ My master, sir, Master Slender, sent to her, seeing
her go thorough the streets, to know, sir,