ke a good shift to liue.

_Exit Bardolfe._

_Pis._ O bace gongarian wight, wilt thou the spicket willd? 20

_Nym._ His minde is not heroick. And theres the humor of it.

_Fal._ Well my Laddes, I am almost out at the heeles.

_Pis._ Why then let cybes insue.

_Nym._ I thanke thee for that humor.

_Fal._ Well I am glad I am so rid of this tinder Boy. 25
His stealth was too open, his filching was like
An vnskilfull singer, he kept not time.

_Nym._ The good humour is to steale at a minutes rest.

_Pis._ Tis so indeed _Nym_, thou hast hit it right.

_Fal._ Wel, afore God, I must cheat, I must conycatch. 30
Which of you knowes _Foord_ of this Towne?

_Pis._ I ken the wight, he is of substance good.

_Fal._ Well my honest Lads, Ile tell you what
I am about.

_Pis._ Two yards and more.

_Fal._ No gibes now _Pistoll:_ indeed I am two yards
In the wast, but now I am about no wast:
Briefly, I am about thrift you rogues you,
I do intend to make loue to Foords wife,
I espie entertainment in her. She carues, she 40
Discourses. She giues the lyre of inuitation,
And euery part to be constured rightly is, I am
Syr _Iohn Falstaffes_.

_Pis._ Hee hath studied her well, out of honestie
Into English. 45

_Fal._ Now the report goes, she hath all the rule
Of her husbands purse. She hath legians of angels.

_Pis._ As many diuels attend her.
And to her boy say I.

_Fal._ Heree's a Letter to her. Heeres another to misteris _Page_. 50
Who euen now gaue me good eies too, examined my exteriors with
such a greedy intention, with the beames of her beautie, that it seemed
as she would a scorged me vp like a burning glasse. Here is another
Letter to her, shee beares the purse too. They shall be Excheckers
to me, and Ile be cheaters to them both. They shall be my East 55
and West Indies, and Ile trade to them both. Heere beare thou this
Letter to mistresse _Foord_. And thou this to mistresse _Page_. Weele
thriue Lads, we will thriue.

_Pist._ Shall I sir Panderowes of _Troy_ become?
And by my sword were steele. 60
Then Lucifer take all.

_Nym._ Here, take your humor Letter againe,
For my part, I will keepe the hauior
Of reputation. And theres the humor of it.

_Fal._ Here sirrha beare me these Letters titely, 65
Saile like my pinnice to the golde