FALSTAFF.
I do believe the swearer. What with me?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?
FALSTAFF.
Two thousand, fair woman; and I’ll vouchsafe thee the hearing.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
There is one Mistress Ford, sir—I pray, come a little nearer this ways. I myself dwell with Master Doctor Caius.
FALSTAFF.
Well, on; Mistress Ford, you say—
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Your worship says very true. I pray your worship come a little nearer this ways.
FALSTAFF.
I warrant thee, nobody hears. Mine own people, mine own people.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Are they so? God bless them, and make them His servants!
FALSTAFF.
Well, Mistress Ford, what of her?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Why, sir, she’s a good creature. Lord, Lord, your worship’s a wanton! Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray!