Exit King.
Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand pound
Shal. I marry Sir Iohn, which I beseech you to let me haue home with me
Fal. That can hardly be, M[aster]. Shallow, do not you grieue at this: I shall be sent for in priuate to him: Looke you, he must seeme thus to the world: feare not your aduancement: I will be the man yet, that shall make you great
Shal. I cannot well perceiue how, vnlesse you should giue me your Doublet, and stuffe me out with Straw. I beseech you, good Sir Iohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of my thousand
Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word. This that you heard, was but a colour
Shall. A colour I feare, that you will dye in, Sir Iohn
Fal. Feare no colours, go with me to dinner:
Come Lieutenant Pistol, come Bardolfe,
I shall be sent for soone at night
Ch.Iust. Go carry Sir Iohn Falstaffe to the Fleete,
Take all his Company along with him
Fal. My Lord, my Lord