PISTOL.
How now, Mephostophilus?
SLENDER.
Ay, it is no matter.
NYM.
Slice, I say! Pauca, pauca, slice, that’s my humour.
SLENDER.
Where’s Simple, my man? Can you tell, cousin?
EVANS.
Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand; there is three umpires in this matter, as I understand: that is, Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is myself, fidelicet myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter.
PAGE.
We three to hear it and end it between them.
EVANS.
Fery goot. I will make a prief of it in my notebook, and we will afterwards ’ork upon the cause with as great discreetly as we can.
FALSTAFF.
Pistol!
PISTOL.
He hears with ears.
EVANS.
The tevil and his tam! What phrase is this, “He hears with ear”? Why, it is affectations.