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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 [165] he gets more of her than sharp words,
let it lie on my 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.
PAGE
Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes; [170] 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. − Cavaliero Justice, I say! [175]
Enter Shallow.
SHALLOW
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, Cavaliero Justice; tell him, bully rook.
SHALLOW
Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir [180] Hugh the Welsh priest and
Caius the French doctor.
FORD
Good mine host o’ th’ Garter, a word with you.
Drawing him aside.
