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- 28 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act i
Falstaff. 'T were better for you if it were known
in counsel ; you '11 be laughed at.
Evans. Pauca verba, Sir John ; goot worts. 120
Falstaff. Good worts ? good cabbage ! — Slender, I
broke your head ; what matter have you against me ?
Slender. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head
against you, and against your cony-catching rascals,
Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to
the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards
picked my pockets.
Bardolph. You Banbury cheese !
Slender. Ay, it is no matter.
Pistol. How now, Mephostophilus ! 130
Slender. Ay, it is no matter.
Nym. Slice, I say ! pauca, pauca ; slice ! that 's
my humour.
Slender. Where 's Simple, my man ? — Can you
tell, cousin ?
Evans. Peace, I pray you. Now let us under-
stand. There is three umpires in this matter, as I
understand : that is. Master Page, fidelicet Master
Page ; and there is myself, fidelicet myself ; and
the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of
the Garter. 141
Page. We three, to hear it and end it between
them.
Evans. Fery goot; I will make a prief of it in
my note-book, and we will afterwards ork upon the
cause with as great discreetly as we can.
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