Quick._ Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good Mistress
Anne?
_Mrs Page._ Go in with us and see: we have an hour's
talk with you. 150
[_Exeunt Mrs Page, Mrs Ford, and Mrs Quickly._
_Page._ How now, Master Ford!
_Ford._ You heard what this knave told me, did you not?
_Page._ Yes: and you heard what the other told me?
_Ford._ Do you think there is truth in them?
_Page._ Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight 155
would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent
towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men; very
rogues, now they be out of service.
_Ford._ Were they his men?
_Page._ Marry, were they. 160
_Ford._ I like it never the better for that. Does he lie
at the Garter?
_Page._ Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this
voyage toward my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and
what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my 165
head.
_Ford._ I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath
to turn them together. A man may be too confident: I
would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus
satisfied. 170
_Page._ Look where my ranting host of the Garter
comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his
purse, when he looks so merrily.
_Enter HOST._
How now, mine host!
_Host._ How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman. 175
Cavaleiro-justice, I say!
_Enter SHALLOW._
_Shal._ I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and
twenty, good Master Page! Master Page, will you go with
us? we have sport in hand.
_Host._ Tell him, cavaleiro-justice; tell him, bully-rook. 180
_Shal._ Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir
Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.
_Ford._ Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.
[_Drawing him aside._
_Host._ What sayest thou, my bully-rook?
_Shal._ [_To Page_] Will you go with us to behold it? My 185
merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and,
I think, hath appointed them contrary places; for, believe
me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you
what our sport shall be. [_They converse apart._
_Host._ Hast thou no suit against my knight, my
guest-cavaleire? 190
_Ford._ None, I protest: but
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