Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. You are come to see my daughter Anne? Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good Mistress Anne? Go in with us and see: we have an hour's talk with you. How now, Master Ford! You heard what this knave told me, did you not? Yes: and you heard what the other told me? Do you think there is truth in them? Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service. Were they his men? Marry, were they. I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter? Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together. A man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied. Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate or money in his purse when he looks so merrily. How now, mine host! How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman. Cavaleiro-justice, I say! I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and twenty, good Master Page! Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in hand. Tell him, cavaleiro-justice; tell him, bully-rook. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you. What sayest thou, my bully-rook? Will you go with us to behold it? My merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, hath appointed them contrary places; for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavaleire? None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him and tell him my name is Brook; only for a jest. My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress; --said I well?--and thy name shall be Brook. It is a merry knight. Will you go, An-heires? Have with you, mine host. I have heard