Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, poor ape, how thou sweatest!
Falstaff is about to be arrested, at the urging of Mistress Quickly, the tavern keeper, but he manages to weasel his way out of it. Then there’s some more hemming and hawing by various members of the rebel faction, which does not so much to advance the plot or entertain.
Then we’re back to Mistress Quickly and Falstaff who are back at the tavern, along with Doll Tearsheet. Who gets my vote for having the best Bond character name ever, centuries before there ever was a James Bond. Unfortunately this scene, like so many of Falstaff’s, seems interminable and completely pointless.