SCENE 3. A room in the Garter Inn.
[Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN.]
Mine host of the Garter!
What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and wisely.
Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.
Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag; trot, trot.
I sit at ten pounds a week.
Thou'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I
will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap; said I
well, bully Hector?
Do so, good mine host.
I have spoke; let him follow. [To BARDOLPH] Let me
see thee froth and lime. I am at a word; follow.
Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade;
an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man a
fresh tapster. Go; adieu.
It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot wield?
He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited?
I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box: his
thefts were too open; his filching was like an unskilful
singer--he kept not time.
The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest.
'Convey' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! A fico for the
Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Why, then, let kibes ensue.