Shal. Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
105 Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page!
Exeunt Shal., Slen., Page, and Host.
Caius. Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
Evans. This is well; he has made us his [vlouting-stog]. —I desire you that we may be friends; and let us knog our 110 prains together to be revenge on this same [scall], scurvy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter.
Caius. By gar, [with] all my heart. He promise to bring me [where] is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
Evans. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, 115 follow.
Exeunt.