Page. Ephesians, my lord, of the old church.
Prince. Sup any women with him?
Page. None, my lord, but old Mistress Quickly and
Mistress Doll Tearsheet.140
Prince. What pagan may that be?
Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kinswoman of
my master's.
Prince. Even such kin as the parish heifers are to the[3616]
town bull. Shall we steal upon them, Ned, at supper?145
Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow you.
Prince. Sirrah, you boy, and Bardolph, no word to
your master that I am yet come to town: there's for your[3617]
silence.
Bard. I have no tongue, sir.150
Page. And for mine, sir, I will govern it.