HOST

What says my Bully Rook? speak schollerly, and wisely. Discard, (bully Hercules ) casheere; let them wag; trot, trot. Thou'rt and Emperor ( Caesar, Keiser and Pheazar ) I will entertain Bardolf : he shall draw; he shall tap; said I well (bully Hector ?) I have spoke: let him follow: let me see thee froth, and live: I am at a word: follow. How now Bully-Rooke: thou'rt a Gentleman Caueleiro Justice, I say. Tell him Caueleiro-Iustice: tell him Bully-Rooke. What sayest thou, my Bully-Rooke? Hast thou no suit against my Knight? my guest-Caualeire? My hand, (Bully:) thou shalt have egress and regress, (said I well?) and thy name shall be Broom. It is a merry Knight: will you go An-heires? Here boys, here, here: shall we wag? 'Blesse thee, bully-Doctor. To see thee fight, to see thee foigne, to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee pass thy puncto, thy flock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant: Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Fran cisco? would Bully? what says my Esculapius ? my Galien ? my heart of Elder? would? is he dead bully-Stale? is he dead? Thou art a Castalion-king-Vrinall: Hector of Greece (my Boy) Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Valour (Bully.) He will Clapperclaw thee tightly (Bully.) That is, he will make thee amends. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. And moreover, (Bully) but first, M r . Guest, and M. Page, & eke Cavalero Slender, go you through the Town to Frogmore. He is there, see what humour he is in: and I will bring the Doctor about by the Fields: will it do well? Let him die: sheath thy impatience: throw cold water on thy Choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore, I will bring thee where Mistress Anne Page is, at a Farmhouse a Feasting: and thou shalt woo her: Cride-game, said I well? For the which, I will be thy adversary towards Anne Page : said I well? Let us wag then. Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French & Welch, Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer. Peace, I say: hear mine Host of the Garter, Am I politi ke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machivell? Shall I lose my Doctor? No, he gives me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I lose my Parson? my Priest? my Sir Hugh ? No, he gives me the Proverbs, and the No-verbes. Give me thy hand (Celestial) so: Boys of Art, 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: Come, lay their swords to pawn: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, fol low, follow. What say you to young M r Fenton ? He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth: he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May, he will carry't, he will carry't, it's in his buttons, he will carry't. Farewell my hearts, I will to my honest Knight Falstaff, and drink Canary with him. What Duke should that be comes so secretly? I hear not of him in the Court: let me speak with the Gentlemen, they speak English? They shall have my horses, but I'll make them pay: I'll sauce them, they have had my houses a week at command: I have turned away my other guests, they must come off, I'll sauce them, come. What wouldst thou have? (Boor) what? (thick skin) speak, breathe, discuss: brief, short, quick, snap. There's his Chamber, his House, his Castle, his standing-bed and truckle-bed: it's painted about with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new: go, knock and call: he'll speak Like and Anthropophaginian unto thee: Knock I say. Would? 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 calls. I: come: quick. Conceal them, or thou diest. Thou are clearkly: thou art clearkly (Sir John ) was there a wise woman with thee? Where be my horses? speak well of them var letto. They are gone but to meet the Duke (villain) do not say they be fled: Germane are honest men. What is the matter Sir? Here (Master Doctor ) in perplexity, and doubt full delemma. Huy and cry, (villain) go: assist me Knight, I am undone: fly, run: huy, and cry (villain) I am un done. Master Fenton, talk not to me, my mind is heavy: I will give over all. I will hear you (Master Fenton ) and I will (at the least) keep your counsel. Which means she to deceive? Father, or More there. Well, husband your device; I'll to the Vicar, Bring you the Maid, you shall not lack a Priest. Pardon, Guest-Iustice; a Mounsieur: Mocke-water. 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, priva cy? Fie.