FALSTAFF.
Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking. And for thy walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the Prodigal, or the German hunting in waterwork, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangers and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst. Come, an ’twere not for thy humours, there’s not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost not know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.
HOSTESS.
Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles. I’ faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la!
FALSTAFF.
Let it alone, I’ll make other shift: you’ll be a fool still.
HOSTESS.
Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope you’ll come to supper. You’ll pay me all together?
FALSTAFF.
Will I live? [To Bardolph.] Go, with her, with her. Hook on, hook on.
HOSTESS.
Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?
FALSTAFF.
No more words, let’s have her.
[Exeunt Hostess, Fang, Snare, Bardolph and Page.]
CHIEF JUSTICE.
I have heard better news.
FALSTAFF.
What’s the news, my lord?