BARDOLPH.
With eggs, sir?
FALSTAFF.
Simple of itself. I’ll no pullet sperm in my brewage.
[Exit Bardolph.]
How now?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford.
FALSTAFF.
Mistress Ford? I have had ford enough. I was thrown into the ford, I have my belly full of ford.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Alas the day, good heart, that was not her fault. She does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection.
FALSTAFF.
So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman’s promise.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a-birding; she desires you once more to come to her, between eight and nine. I must carry her word quickly. She’ll make you amends, I warrant you.
FALSTAFF.
Well, I will visit her. Tell her so, and bid her think what a man is. Let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit.