Enter Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol and Robin.
FALSTAFF.
Mine host of the Garter!
HOST.
What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and wisely.
FALSTAFF.
Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.
HOST.
Discard, bully Hercules; cashier. Let them wag; trot, trot.
FALSTAFF.
I sit at ten pounds a week.
HOST.
Thou’rt an emperor—Caesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I will entertain Bardolph. He shall draw, he shall tap. Said I well, bully Hector?
FALSTAFF.
Do so, good mine host.
HOST.
I have spoke, let him follow.—Let me see thee froth and lime. I am at a word, follow.
[Exit Host.]