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Gallia and Gaul 85 , French and Welsh,
    soul-curer and body-curer!
    CAIUS     Ay, dat is very good, excellent.
    HOST     Peace, I say. Hear mine host of the Garter. Am I
    politic ? Am I subtle ? Am I a Machiavel 89 ? Shall I lose my doctor?
    No, he gives me the potions and the motions 90 . Shall I lose my
    parson? My priest? My Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the
    proverbs and the no-verbs 92 . Give me thy hand,
    To Caius/To Evans
    terrestrial , so. Give me thy hand, celestial 93 , so.
    Boys of art 94 , I have deceived you both: I have directed you
    to wrong places. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are
    whole, and let burned sack be the issue 96 .—
    To Page and Shallow/To Caius and Evans
    Come, lay their swords to pawn 97 .— Follow me,
    lads of peace, follow, follow, follow.
    [
Exit
]
    SHALLOW     Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
    SLENDER     O sweet Anne Page!
    Aside?
    [
Exeunt Shallow, Slender and Page
]
    CAIUS     Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot 101 of us,
    ha, ha?
    EVANS     This is well, he has made us his vlouting-stog 103 . I
    desire you that we may be friends, and let us knog our prains
    together to be revenge on this same scall , scurvy cogging 105
    companion, the host of the Garter.
    CAIUS     By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me
    where is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive me too.
    EVANS     Well, I will smite his noddles 109 . Pray you, follow.
    [
Exeunt
]
Act 3 Scene 2
    running scene 9
    Enter Robin [followed by] Mistress Page
    MISTRESS PAGE     Nay, keep your way , little gallant. You were wont 1
    to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether 2 had you
    rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master’s heels?
    ROBIN     I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than
    follow him like a dwarf.
    MISTRESS PAGE     O, you are a flattering boy. Now I see you’ll be a
    courtier.
    [
Enter Ford
]
    FORD     Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
    MISTRESS PAGE     Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
    FORD     Ay, and as idle as she may hang together 10 , for want of
    company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two
    would marry.
    MISTRESS PAGE     Be sure of that — two other husbands.
    FORD     Where had you this pretty weather-cock?
    MISTRESS PAGE     I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my 15
    husband had him of. What do you call your knight’s name,
    sirrah?
    ROBIN     Sir John Falstaff.
    FORD     Sir John Falstaff?
    MISTRESS PAGE     He, he. I can never hit on’s name. There is such
    a league 21 between my good man and he. Is your wife at home
    indeed?
    FORD     Indeed she is.
    MISTRESS PAGE     By your leave, sir, I am sick till I see her.
    [
Exeunt Mistress Page and Robin
]
    FORD     Has Page any brains? Hath he any eyes? Hath he
    any thinking? Sure they sleep, he hath no use of them. Why,
    this boy will carry a letter twenty mile as easy as a cannon
    will shoot point-blank twelvescore . He pieces out 28 his wife’s
    inclination, he gives her folly motion and advantage 29 . And
    now she’s going to my wife, and Falstaff’s boy with her. A
    man may hear this shower sing in the wind 31 . And Falstaff’s
    boy with her. Good plots, they are laid, and our revolted 32
    wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him 33 , then
    torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the
    so-seeming Mistress Page, divulge 35 Page himself for a secure
    and wilful Actaeon 36 , and to these violent proceedings all my
    neighbours shall cry aim 37 . The clock gives me
    A clock strikes
    my cue, and my assurance bids me search: there I shall find
    Falstaff. I shall be rather praised for this than mocked, for it is
    as positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is there. I will go.
    [
Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius and Rugby
]
    SHALLOW, PAGE
and
OTHERS     Well met, Master Ford.
    FORD     Trust me, a good knot . I have good cheer