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- 36 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act i
Host. Thou 'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keisar, and
Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph ; he shall draw,
he shall tap. Said I well, bully Hector ? 10
Falstaff. Do so, good mine host.
Host, I have spoke ; let him follow. — \To Bar-
dolpK\ Let me see thee froth and lime. I am at a
word ; follow. \Exit,
Falstaff. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a
good trade ; an old cloak makes a new jerkin, a
withered serving-man a fresh tapster. Go ; adieu.
Bardolph. It is a life that I have desired. I will
thrive. 19
Pistol. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the
spigot wield ? \^Exit Bardolph.
Nym. He was gotten in drink ; is not the humour
conceited ?
Falstaff. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-
box. His thefts were too open ; his filching was
like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.
Nym, The good humour is to steal at a minim's
rest.
Pistol. Convey, the wise it call. Steal ! foh ! a
ficQ for the phrase I Jj^'xa.
Falstaff. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. 30
Pistol. Why, then, let kibes ensue.
Falstaff. There is no remedy ; I must cony-catch,
I must shift.
Pistol. Young ravens must have food.
Falstaff, Which of you know Ford of this town ?
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