Pistol. 
Wilt thou revenge?

Nym. 
By welkin and her star!

Pistol. 
With wit or steel?

Nym. 
With both the humours, I: 
I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.

Pistol. 
     And I to Ford shall eke unfold
       How Falstaff, varlet vile,
     His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
       And his soft couch defile.

Nym. 
My humour shall not cool:  I will incense Page to deal with poison;
I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is
dangerous:  that is my true humour.

Pistol. 
Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee; troop on.

[Exeunt.]

Scene 4.  A room in doctor CAIUS’S house.

[Enter mistress quickly, and simple.]

Quickly. 
What, John Rugby!

[Enter Rugby.]

I pray thee go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, Master Doctor Caius, coming:  if he do, i’ faith, and find anybody in the house, here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the King’s English.

Rugby. 
I’ll go watch.

Quickly. 
Go; and we’ll have a posset for’t soon at night, in faith, at the
latter end of a sea-coal fire.

[Exit Rugby.]

An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale nor no breed-bate; his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault; but let that pass.  Peter Simple you say your name is?

Simple. 
Ay, for fault of a better.

Quickly. 
And Master Slender’s your master?

Simple. 
Ay, forsooth.

Quickly. 
Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover’s paring-knife?

Simple. 
No, forsooth; he hath but a little whey face, with a little yellow
beard—­a cane-coloured beard.

Quickly. 
A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

Simple. 
Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his hands as any is between
this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener.

Quickly. 
How say you?—­O!  I should remember him.  Does he not hold up his head,
as it were, and strut in his gait?

Simple. 
Yes, indeed, does he.

Quickly. 
Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune!  Tell Master Parson
Evans I will do what I can for your master:  Anne is a good girl,
and I wish—­

[Re-enter Rugby.]

Rugby. 
Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quickly.  We shall all be shent.  Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts simple in the closet.] He will not stay long.  What, John Rugby!  John! what, John, I say!  Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be not well that he comes not home.