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.

Falstaff. 
Pistol!

Pistol. 
He hears with ears.

Evans. 
The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, ‘He hears with ear’? 
Why, it is affectations.

Falstaff. 
Pistol, did you pick Master Slender’s purse?

Slender.  Ay, by these gloves, did he—­or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else!—­of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.

Falstaff. 
Is this true, Pistol?

Evans. 
No, it is false, if it is a pick-purse.

Pistol. 
Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!—­Sir John and master mine,
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. 
Word of denial in thy labras here! 
Word of denial!  Froth and scum, thou liest.

Slender. 
By these gloves, then, ’twas he.

Nym.  Be avised, sir, and pass good humours; I will say ‘marry trap’ with you, if you run the nuthook’s humour on me; that is the very note of it.

Slender.  By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass.

Falstaff. 
What say you, Scarlet and John?

Bardolph. 
Why, sir, for my part, I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of
his five sentences.

Evans. 
It is his ‘five senses’; fie, what the ignorance is!

Bardolph. 
And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier’d; and so conclusions
passed the careires.

Slender.  Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but ’tis no matter; I’ll ne’er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick; if I be drunk, I’ll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.

Evans. 
So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind.

Falstaff. 
You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it.

[Enter Anne page with wine; mistress ford and mistress page.]

Page. 
Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we’ll drink within.

[Exit Anne page.]

Slender. 
O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page.

Page. 
How now, Mistress Ford!

Falstaff. 
Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met; by your leave,
good mistress. [Kissing her.]

Page. 
Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome.  Come, we have a hot venison pasty
to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.