| ACT II.
1. SCENE I. London. A street.
 [Enter Hostess, Fang and his Boy with her, and Snare following.]
 HOSTESS.
Master Fang, have you entered the action?
 
 FANG.
It is entered.
 
 HOSTESS.
Where 's your yeoman? Is 't a lusty yeoman? will 'a stand to 't?
 
 FANG.
Sirrah, where 's Snare?
 
 HOSTESS.
O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.
 
 SNARE.
Here, here.
 
 FANG.
Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
 
 HOSTESS.
Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all.
 
 SNARE.
It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab.
 
 HOSTESS.
Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house,
 and that most beastly:  in good faith, he cares not what
 mischief he does, if his weapon be out:  he will foin like any
 devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
 
 FANG.
If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
 
 HOSTESS.
No, nor I neither:  I'll be at your elbow.
 
 FANG.
An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice,--
 
 HOSTESS.
I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he 's an
 infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him sure:
 good Master Snare, let him not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to
 Pie-corner--saving your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is
 indited to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert Street, to
 Master Smooth's the silkman:  I pray ye, since my exion is
 entered and my case so openly known to the world, let him be
 brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor
 lone woman to bear:  and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and
 have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this
 day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no
 honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and
 a beast, to bear every knave's wrong.  Yonder he comes; and that
 arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices,
 do your offices, Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me
 your offices.
 
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