HOST.
Well, husband your device; I’ll to the vicar.
Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.
FENTON.
So shall I evermore be bound to thee;
Besides, I’ll make a present recompense.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. A room in the Garter Inn
Enter Falstaff and Mistress Quickly.
FALSTAFF.
Prithee, no more prattling. Go. I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go! They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Away!
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns.
FALSTAFF.
Away, I say; time wears. Hold up your head, and mince.
[Exit Mistress Quickly.]