FALSTAFF.
Ay, sir; like who more bold?
SIMPLE.
I thank your worship; I shall make my master glad with these tidings.
[Exit Simple.]
HOST
Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was there a wise woman with thee?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.
Enter Bardolph.
BARDOLPH
Out, alas, sir, cozenage, mere cozenage!
HOST.
Where be my horses? Speak well of them, varletto.
BARDOLPH.
Run away, with the cozeners. For so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of them, in a slough of mire, and set spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.
HOST.
They are gone but to meet the Duke, villain, do not say they be fled. Germans are honest men.