Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do sing.
Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. Exit.
115 Ford. [Aside] I will be patient; I will find out this.
Nym. [To Page] And this is true; I like not the humour of lying. He [hath] wronged me in some humours: I should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I have a sword, and it shall [bite upon my necessity. He] 120 loves your wife; there’s the short and the long. My name is Corporal Nym; I speak, and I [avouch]; ’tis true: my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu. I love not the humour of bread and cheese [and there’s the humour of it]. Adieu. Exit.
II. 1.
125 Page. ‘The humour of it,’ quoth ’a! here’s a fellow frights [English] out of [his] wits.
Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.
Page. I never heard such a [drawling, affecting] rogue.
Ford. If I do find it:—well.
130 Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o’ the town commended him for a true man.