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- 54 The Second Part of
Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of
the night, and we must hence and leave it un
picked. [Knocking within.] More knocking at
the door! 404
[Enter Bardolph.]
How now ! what's the matter ?
Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently;
A dozen captains stay at door for you.
Fal. [To the Page]. Pay the musicians, sirrah. 408
Farewell, 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. 412
If I be not sent away post, I will see you again
ere I go.
Dol. I cannot speak; if my heart be not
ready to burst, — well, sweet Jack, have a care 416
of thyself.
Fal. Farewell, farewell.
Exit [Falstaff, with Bardolph].
Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known
thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-420
time; but an honester, and truer-hearted man,
— well, fare thee well.
Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tearsheet!
Host. What's the matter? 424
Bard. [Within.] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come
to my master.
Host. O! run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.
Come ! She comes blubbered. 428
Yea, will you come, Doll? Exeunt.
413 post: in haste 428 S. d. blubbered: in tears
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