Well, husband your device; I'll to the vicar:
Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

I will hear you, Master Fenton; and I will at the
least keep your counsel.

Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is heavy: I
will give over all.

Hue and cry, villain, go! Assist me, knight. I am
undone! Fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I am undone!

Here, master doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

What is the matter, sir?

They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not
say they be fled; Germans are honest men.

Where be my horses? speak well of them, varletto.

Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was
there a wise woman with thee?

Conceal them, or thou diest.

Ay, come; quick.

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!

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, calls.

There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his
standing-bed and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about
with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new. Go
knock and call; hell speak like an Anthropophaginian
unto thee: knock, I say.

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

They shall have my horses; but I'll make them pay;
I'll sauce them: they have had my house a week at
command; I have turned away my other guests: they
must come off; I'll sauce them. Come.

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?

Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest knight
Falstaff, and drink canary with him.

What say you to young Master 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; 'tis in his buttons; he
will carry't.

Peace, I say! hear mine host of the Garter. Am I
politic? am I subtle? am I a Machiavel? 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 ...

Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh,
soul-curer and body-curer!

Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep
their limbs whole and hack our English.

Let us wag, then.

For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne
Page. Said I well?

Let him die: sheathe 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 farm-house a-feasting; and thou
shalt woo her. Cried I aim? said I well?

He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will
bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do well?

And, moreover, bully,--but first, master guest, and
Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro Slender, go you
through the town to Frogmore.

And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.

That is, he will make thee amends.

He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.

Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur Mockwater.

Thou art a Castalion-King-Urinal. Hector of Greece, my boy!

To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee
traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to
see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy
distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is
he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my
AEsculapius ...

Bless thee, bully doctor!

Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?

My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress;
--said I well?--and thy name shall be Brook. It is
a merry knight. Will you go, An-heires?

Hast thou no suit against my knight, my
guest-cavaleire?

What sayest thou, my bully-rook?

Tell him, cavaleiro-justice; tell him, bully-rook.

How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman.
Cavaleiro-justice, I say!

I have spoke; let him follow.
To BARDOLPH
Let me see thee froth and lime: I am at a word; follow.

Thou'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keisar, and Pheezar. I
will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall
tap: said I well, bully Hector?

Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

What says my bully-rook? speak scholarly and wisely.