[Exit.]
Enter Hostess and Doll Tearsheet.
HOSTESS.
I’ faith, sweetheart, methinks now you are in an excellent good temperality. Your pulsidge beats as extraordinarily as heart would desire, and your colour, I warrant you, is as red as any rose, in good truth, la! But, i’ faith, you have drunk too much canaries, and that’s a marvellous searching wine, and it perfumes the blood ere one can say “What’s this?” How do you now?
DOLL.
Better than I was. Hem!
HOSTESS.
Why, that’s well said. A good heart’s worth gold. Lo, here comes Sir John.
Enter Falstaff.
FALSTAFF.
[Singing.] “When Arthur first in court”—Empty the jordan.
[Exit First Drawer.]—[Singing.] “And was a worthy king.”
How now, Mistress Doll!
HOSTESS.
Sick of a calm, yea, good faith.
FALSTAFF.
So is all her sect; an they be once in a calm, they are sick.
DOLL.
A pox damn you, you muddy rascal, is that all the comfort you give me?