FALSTAFF.
Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met. By your leave, good mistress.
[Kisses her.]
PAGE.
Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner. Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.
[Exeunt all but Slender.]
SLENDER.
I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here.
Enter Simple.
How now, Simple, where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles about you, have you?
SIMPLE.
Book of Riddles? Why, did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas?
Enter Shallow and Sir Hugh Evans.
SHALLOW.
Come, coz; come, coz, we stay for you. A word with you, coz. Marry, this, coz: there is, as ’twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh here. Do you understand me?