FALSTAFF.
But not kissed your keeper’s daughter!
SHALLOW.
Tut, a pin! This shall be answered.
FALSTAFF.
I will answer it straight: I have done all this. That is now answered.
SHALLOW.
The Council shall know this.
FALSTAFF.
’Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: you’ll be laughed at.
EVANS.
Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts.
FALSTAFF.
Good worts? Good cabbage!—Slender, I broke your head. What matter have you against me?
SLENDER.
Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you, and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.
BARDOLPH.
You Banbury cheese!
SLENDER.
Ay, it is no matter.