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SIMPLE

There’s an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into [10] his chamber. I’ll be so
bold as stay, sir, till she come down; I come to speak with her, indeed.

HOST
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, [15] calls.

FALSTAFF
[Above] How now, mine host?

HOST
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! [20]

Enter Falstaff.

FALSTAFF

There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me, but she’s gone.

SIMPLE
Pray you, sir, was ’t not the wise woman of Brainford?

FALSTAFF
Ay, marry, was it, mussel-shell: what would [25] you with her?

SIMPLE
My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thorough the
streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had
the chain or no.

FALSTAFF

I spake with the old woman about it. [30]

SIMPLE