Re-enter Bardolph.[3805]
How now! what's the matter?
Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently;[3806]
A dozen captains stay at door for you.[3806]350
Fal. [To the Page] Pay the musicians, sirrah. Farewell,[3807]
hostess; farewell, Doll. You see, my good wenches, how
men of merit are sought after: the undeserver may sleep,
when the man of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches:
if I be not sent away post, I will see you again ere I go.355
Dol. I cannot speak; if my heart be not ready to burst,—well,
sweet Jack, have a care of thyself.
Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exeunt Falstaff and Bardolph.[3808]
Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee these
twenty nine years, come peascod-time; but an honester and360
truer-hearted man,—well, fare thee well.
Bard. [Within] Mistress Tearsheet![3809]
Host. What's the matter?
Bard. [Within] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come to my[3809]
master.365