10 Sim. There’s an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber: I’ll be so bold as stay, sir, till she come down; I come to speak with her, indeed.
Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed: I’ll call. —Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from thy 15 lungs military: art thou there? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.
Fal. [Above] How now, mine host!
Host. Here’s a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let her 20 descend; my chambers are honourable: fie! privacy? fie!
Enter Falstaff.
Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she’s gone.
Sim. Pray you, sir, was’t not the wise woman of Brentford?
IV. 5.
25 Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell: what would you with her?
Sim. My master, sir, [Master Slender], sent to her, seeing her go [thorough] the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain or no.
30 Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.