BARDOLPH:
With eggs, sir?
FALSTAFF:
Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.
Exit BARDOLPH
How now!
MISTRESS QUICKLY:
Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford.
FALSTAFF:
Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown into the ford; I have my belly full of ford.
MISTRESS QUICKLY:
Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault: she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection.
FALSTAFF:
So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise.
-- The Merry Wives of Windsor Act 3, Scene 5.
I wonder how many people know what a pottle is in this day and time?