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54  Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of

the night, and we must hence and leave it un-

picked. [Knocking within.] More knocking at

the door!

How now! what's the matter?

Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently;

A dozen captains stay at door for you.

Fal. [To the Page]. Pay the musicians, sirrah.

Farewell, hostess, farewell, Doll. You see, my

good wenches, how men of merit are sought

after: the undeserver may sleep when the man

of action is called on. Farewell, good wenches.

If I be not sent away post, I will see you again

ere I go.

Dol. I cannot speak; if my heart be not

ready to burst,—well, sweet Jack, have a care

of thyself.

Fal. Farewell, farewell.

Exit [Falstaff, with Bardolph].

Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known

thee these twenty-nine years, come peascod-

time; but an honester, and truer-hearted man,

—well, fare thee well.

Bard. [Within.] Mistress Tearsheet!

Host. What's the matter?

Bard. [Within.] Bid Mistress Tearsheet come

to my master.

Host. O! run, Doll, run; run, good Doll.

Come!

Yea, will you come, Doll?

 413 post: in haste

428 S. d. blubbered: in tears 