180 Host. Tell him, [cavaleiro]-justice; tell him, bully-rook.
Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.
Ford. Good mine host o’ the Garter, a word with you. Drawing him aside.
Host. What sayest thou, [my] bully-rook?
185 Shal. [To Page] Will you go with us to behold it? My merry host [hath] had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, hath appointed them contrary places; for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. They converse apart.
Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my 190 guest-cavaleire?
[Ford.] None, I protest: but I’ll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him my name is [Brook]; only for a jest.
195 Host. My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress;—said I well?—and thy name shall be [Brook]. It is a merry knight. Will you go, [An-heires]?
Shal. Have with you, mine host.
Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in II. 1.
200 his rapier.