CAIUS.
Ay, dat is very good; excellent.
HOST.
Peace, I say! Hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politic? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? No, he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my parson, my priest, my Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs. [To Caius.] Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so. [To Evans.] Give me thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have deceived you both. I have directed you to wrong places. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me, lads of peace, follow, follow, follow.
[Exit Host.]
SHALLOW.
Afore God, a mad host! Follow, gentlemen, follow.
SLENDER.
[Aside.] O, sweet Anne Page!
[Exeunt Shallow, Slender and Page.]
CAIUS
Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
EVANS.
This is well, he has made us his vlouting-stog. I desire you that we may be friends, and let us knog our prains together to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter.
CAIUS.
By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
EVANS.
Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.