Fang. It is entered.[3468]
Host. Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman?[3469]
will a' stand to't?[3470]
Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?5
Host. O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.[3471]
Snare. Here, here.
Fang. Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
Host. Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him[3472]
and all.10
Snare. It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he[3473]
will stab.
Host. Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me
in mine own house, and that most beastly: in good faith,[3474]
he cares not what mischief he does, if his weapon be out:[3475]15
he will foin like any devil; he will spare neither man,
woman, nor child.
Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.