petter penny. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts. Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there? Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do despise one that is false, or as I despise one that is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door for Master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house here! Who's there? Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice Shallow; and here young Master Slender, that peradventures shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings. I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison, Master Shallow. Master Page, I am glad to see you: much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed. How doth good Mistress Page?--and I thank you always with my heart, la! with my heart. Sir, I thank you. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. I am glad to see you, good Master Slender. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say he was outrun on Cotsall. It could not be judged, sir. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. That he will not. 'Tis your fault, 'tis your fault; 'tis a good dog. A cur, sir. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be more said? he is good and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here? Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. He hath wronged me, Master Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. If it be confessed, it is not redress'd: is not that so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed he hath, at a word, he hath, believe me: Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wronged. Here comes Sir John. Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king? Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. But not kissed your keeper's daughter? Tut, a pin! this shall be answered. I will answer it straight; I have done all this. That is now answered. The council shall know this. 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: you'll be laughed at. Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts.