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Fal. There is no remedy ; I must coney-catch, I Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense must shift.
Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with Pist. Young ravens must have food.
yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous: that Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? is my true humour. Pist. I ken the wight: he is of substance good. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about thee; troop on.
[Exeunt. Pist. Two yards, and more.
SCENE IV.-A Room in Dr. Caius's House. Fal. No quips now, Pistol. Indeed I am in the waist two yards about; but I am now about no waste ; I am
Enter Mrs. Quickly, SIMPLE, and John Rugby. about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Quick. What, John Rugby!—I pray thee, go to the Ford's wife : I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, casement, and see if you can see my master, master she craves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can con- doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith, and find any strue the action of her familiar style; and the hardest body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's voice of her behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is, "I patience, and the king's English. am sir John Falstaff's."
Rug. I'll go watch.
[Exit Rugby. Pist. He hath studied her will, and translated her Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at well; out of honesty into English.
night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.—An Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass ? honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come
Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of | in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor her husband's purse; he hath a legion of angels. no breed-bate : bis worst fault is, that he is given to Pist. As many devils entertain, and “ To her, boy,” prayer; he is something peevish that way, but nobody
but has his fault; but let that pass. Peter Simple, Nym. The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the you say your name is? angels.
Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her; and here Quick. And master Slender's your master? another to Page’s wife, who even now gave me good Sim. Ay, forsooth. eyes too, examin'd my parts with mostjudicious æiliads : Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, some- glover's paring-knife? times my portly belly.
Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Nym. I thank thee for that humour.
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Fal. O! she did so course o'er my exteriors with such Sim. Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did hands, as any is between this and his head : he hath seem to scorch me up like a burning glass. Here's fought with a warrener. another letter to her : she bears the purse too; she is a Quick. How say you?-0! I should remember him : region in Guiana, all gold and beauty. I will be does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to his gait? me : they shall be my East and West Indies, and I Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse formistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford. We tune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can will thrive, lads, we will thrive.
for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wishPist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,
Re-enter Rugby, running. And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all ! Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.
Nym. I will run no base humour : here, take the Quick. We shall all be shent. Run in here, good humour-letter. I will keep the 'haviour of repu- young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in the tation.
closet.] He will not stay long.- What, John Rugby! Fal. Hold, sirrah, (to Robin,] bear you these letters John, what, John, I say !-Go, John, go inquire for my tightly :
master; [Exit Rugby.] I doubt, he be not weil, that Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
he comes not home :-“ and down, down, adown-a," Rogues, hence! avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; &c.
[Sings. Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Enter Doctor Caius. Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. French thrift, you rogues: myself, and skirted page. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier
(Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. verd; a box, a green-a box; do intend vat I speak? a Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd, and green-a box. fullam holds,
Quick. Ay, forsooth; I'll fetch it you. [Aside.] I am And high and low beguile the rich and poor.
glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, man, he would have been horn-mad. Base Phrygian Turk.
Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je Nym. I have operations, which be humours of re- m'en vais à la cour, la grande affaire. venge.
Quick. Is it this, sir? Pist. Wilt thou revenge?
Caius. Oui; mette le au mon pocket; dépêche, quickly. Nym. By welkin, and her stars.
-Vere is dat knave Rugby? Pist. With wit, or steel?
Quick. What, John Rugby! John! Nym. With both the humours, I:
Rug. Here, sir.
[Enter Rugby. I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,
come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de
Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long.–Od's me!
Qu'ai j'oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I me, dat I shall have Anne Page for myself ?-By gar, I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. [Going to it. vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine Quick. [Aside.] Ah me! he'll find the young man
Host of de Jarretière to measure our weapon.-By gar, tbere, and be mad.
I vill myself have Anne Page. Caius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ?–Vil- Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be Lainy! larron! [Dragging Simple out.] Rugby, my well. We must give folks leave to prate : what, the rapier !
good year! Quick. Good master, be content.
Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me.-By gar, if Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?
I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of Quick. The young man is an honest man.
my door.–Follow my heels, Rugby. Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet?
(Exeunt Caius and Rugby. dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
Quick. You shall have An fool's-head of your own. Quick. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do, nor parson Hugh.
can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Caius. Vell.
Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to
Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, Quick. Peace, I pray you.
pray you. Caius. Peace-a your tongue !-Speak-a your tale.
Enter FENTON. Sin. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, Fent. How now, good woman! how dost thou? to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship master, in the way of marriage.
to ask. Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne? finger in the fire, and need not.
Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?—Rugby, baillez me and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you some paper: tarry you a littel-a while. [Writes. that by the way; I praise heaven for it.
Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been tho- Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou? Shall I roughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and not lose so melancholy. But notwithstanding, man, I'll do you Quick. 'Troth, sir, all is in his hands above; but notFour master what good I can; and the very yea and withstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, the no is, the French doctor, my master,—1 may call she loves you.—Have not your worship a wart above · him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I your eye? Fash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, Fent. Yes, marry, bave I; what of that? make the beds, and do all myself.
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale.—Good faith, it Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's is such another Nan;—but, I detest, an honest maid as hand.
ever broke bread :-we had an hour's talk of that wart. Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a - I shall never laugh but in that maid's company ;great charge : and to be up early and down late ;-but but, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and notwithstanding, to tell you in your ear, (I would have musing. But for you—well, go to. no words of it) my master himself is in love with mis- Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's tress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf : : Anne's mind; that's neither here nor there.
if thou seest her before me, commend meCaius. You jack’nape, give-a dis letter to sir Hugh. Quick. Will I! i'faith, that I will; and I will tell By gar, it is a shallenge: I vil. cut his troat in de park; your worship more of the wart, the next time we have and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle confidence, and of other wooers. or make.—You may be gone; it is not good you tarry Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. (Exit. here :-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he Quick. Farewell to your worship.— Truly, an honest shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simple. gentleman ; but Anne loves him not, for I know Anne's
Quick. Alas! he speaks but for his friend. mind as well as another does.-Out upon't! what have Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell-a I forgot?
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light, 1 Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in
With all his might, the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a sub
For thee to fight.
John Falstaff." ject for them? Let me see.
[Reads. ** Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love What a Herod of Jewry is this !—0 wicked, wicked, se reason for his physician, he admits him not for his world !-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, esansellor. You are not young, no more am I: go to to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed chea, there's sympathy. You are merry, so am I; ha! behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked (with the ba! then, there's more sympathy: you love sack, and devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in te do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice sutice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the love of in my company. What should I say to him ?-I was
dier can suffice) that I love thee. I will not say, then frugal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me!-Why, pey De, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting . By me,
down of fat men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my puddings.
good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from Enter Mistress Ford.
giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasuMrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going rable distance. to your house.
Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy You look very ill.
knight. Come hither.
[They retire. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that: I have to Enter Ford, Pistol, Page, and Nym. show to the contrary.
Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so. Mrs. Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs ; Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could Sir John affects thy wife. show you to the contrary. O, mistress Page! give me Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. some counsel.
Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?
Both young and old, one with another. Ford, Mrs. Ford. O woman! if it were not for one trifling He loves the gally-mawfry: Ford, perpend. respect, I could come to such honour.
Ford. Love my wife? Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour. Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, What is it?-dispense with trifles;- what is it? Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels.
Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal O! odious is the name. moment or so, I could be knighted.
Ford. What name, sir? Mrs. Page. What?—thou liest.--Sir Alice Ford ! - Pist. The horn, I say. Farewell: These knights will hack; and so, thou shouldst not Take heed; have open eye, for thieves do foot by night: alter the article of thy gentry.
Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do sing.– Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-here, read, read; Away, sir corporal Nym. [giving a letter]-perceive how I might be knighted. Nym. Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. (Exit Pistol. [Mrs. Page reads)—I shall think the worse of fat Ford. I will be patient: I will find out this. men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of Nym. And this is true ; [to Page.] I like not the men's liking : and yet he would not swear, praised humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some women's modesty, and gave such orderly and well- humours: I should have borne the humoured letter to behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would her, but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my have sworn his disposition would have gone to the necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and the long. My name is corporal Nym: I speak, and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the I avouch 'tis true :—my name is Nym, and Falstaff tune of “Green Sleeves.” What tempest, I trow, loves your wife. — Adieu. I love not the humour of threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, bread and cheese. Adieu.
[Exit Nym. ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow I think, the best way were to entertain him with hope, frights English out of his wits. till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own Ford. I will seek out Falstaff. grease.—Did you ever hear the like?
Page. I never heard such a drawling-affecting rogue. Mrs. Page. Letter for letter, but that the name of Ford. If I do find it, well. Page and Ford differs !—To thy great comfort in this Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy priest o' the town commended him for a true man. letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow : well. never shall. I warrant, he hath a thousand of these Page. How now, Meg ! letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark you. more) and these are of the second edition. He will Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank! why art thou print them, out of doubt; for he cares not what he melancholy? puts into the press, when he would put us two: I had Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.--Get rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. you home, go. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy chaste man.
Will you go, mistress Page ? Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very Mrs. Page. Have with you.—You'll come to dinner, hand, the very words. What doth he think of us? George !-(Aside to Mrs. Ford.] Look, who comes
Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me almost yonder: she shall be our messenger to this paltry ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain knight. myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for,
Enter Mrs. QUICKLY. sure, unless he know some stain in me, that I know not Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?
Mrs. Ford. Boarding call you it? I'll be sure to Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good keep him above deck.
mistress Anne ? Mrs. Page. So will I : if he come under my hatches, Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see: we have an I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him : hour's talk with you. let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of com- [Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. QUICKLY. fort in his suit, and lead him on with a fine-baited Page. How now, master Ford ? delay, till he hath pawned his horses to mine Host of Ford. You heard what this knave told me, did you the Garter.
not? Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villainy Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me. against him, that may not sully the chariness of our Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would Page. Hang 'em, slaves; I do not think the knight give eternal food to his jealousy.
would offer it: but these that accuse him, in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster, very rogues, now they be out of service.
Which I with sword will open.Ford. Were they his men ?
Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you Page. Marry, were they.
should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated Ford. I like it never the better for that.—Does he upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and lie at the Garter?
your couch-fellow, Nym; or else you had looked Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this through the grate, like a gemini of baboons. I am voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to damned in hell for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when let it lie on my head.
mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be upon mine honour thou hadst it not. loath to turn them together. A man may be too con- Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen fident: I would have nothing lie on my head. I pence? cannot be thus satisfied.
Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : think'st thou, I'll Page. Look, where my ranting Host of the Garter endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, hang no more comes. There is either liquor in his pate, or money about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.—A short knife in his purse, when he looks so merrily.—How now, and a throng to your manor of Pickt-hatch, go.mine host!
You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue !--you stand Enter Host.
upon your honour!-- Why, thou unconfinable baseness, Host. How now, bully-rook! thou’rt a gentleman. it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my Cavaliero-justice, I say.
honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the Enter SHALLOW.
fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour Skal. I follow, mine host, I follow.—Good even, in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to and twenty, good master Page. Master Page, will lurch; and yet you, you rogue, will ensconce your rags, you go with us? we have sport in hand.
your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, Host. Tell him, cavaliero-justice; tell him, bully- and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your rook.
honour! You will not do it, you? Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between sir Pist. I do relent: what would'st thou more of man? Hugh, the Welsh priest, and Caius, the French doctor.
Enter Robin. Ford. Good mine Host o'the Garter, a word with you. Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. Host. What say`st thou, my bully-rook?
Fal. Let her approach. [They go aside.
Enter Mistress QuickLY. Shal. Will you (to PAGE] go with us to behold it? Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. My merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons, Fal. Good-morrow, good wife. and, I think, hath appointed them contrary places ; Quick. Not so, an't please your worship. for, believe me, I hear, the parson is no jester. Hark, Fal. Good maid, then. I will tell you what our sport shall be.
Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my hour I was born. guest-cavalier ?
Fal. I do believe the swearer. What with me? Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two? burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him, Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe my name is Brook; only for a jest.
thee the hearing. Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir :- I pray, regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook. come a little nearer this ways.--I myself dwell with It is a merry knight.-Will you go on here?
master doctor Caius. Skal. Have with you, mine host.
Fal. Well, on : Mistress Ford, you say, Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill Quick. Your worship says very true :-I pray your in his rapier.
worship, come a little nearer this ways. Shal. Tut, sir! I could have told you more: in these Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears :—mine own times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, people, mine own people, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long them his servants ! sword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip Fal. Well: Mistress Ford ;--what of her ?
Quick. Why sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord ! Hast. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? your worship's a wanton : well, heaven forgive you,
Page. Have with you.-I had rather hear them and all of us, I pray! scold than see them fight.
Fal. Mistress Ford ;-come, mistress Ford, (Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of it. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so You have brought her into such a canaries, as 'tis wonfrmly on his wife's fidelity, yet I cannot put off my derful: the best courtier of them all, when the court opinion so easily : she was in his company at Page's lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such Souse, and what they made there, I know not. Well, a canary; yet there has been knights, and lords, and I will look farther into't; and I have a disguise to gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach sand Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose not my after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. so sweetly, all musk, and so rushling, I warrant you,
[Exit. in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in SCENE II.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that
would have won any woman's heart, and, I warrant you, Enter FALSTAFF and Pistol.
they could never get an eye-wink of her. I had myself Pal. I will not lend thee a penny.
twenty angels given me of a morning; but I defy all
yes, in truth.
angels, (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way
Enter BARDOLPH. honesty :-and, I warrant you, they could never get her Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pen- you; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught sioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. of sack.
Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good Fal. Brook, is his name? she Mercury.
Bard. Ay, sir. Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter, for the Fal. Call him in; [Exit BARDOLPH.] Such Brooks which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah ! you to notify, that her husband will be absence from ha! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encomhis house between ten and eleven.
passed you ? go to; via! Fal. Ten and eleven?
Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised. Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and Ford. Bless you, sir. see the picture, she says, that you wot of: master Fal. And you, sir: would you speak with me? Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas! the Ford. I make bold, to press
with so little preparation sweet woman leads an ill life with him; he's a very upon you. jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with Fal. You're welcome. What's your will ?-Give us him, good heart.
[Exit BARDOLPH. Fal. Ten and eleven.- Woman, commend me to Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much : her; I will not fail her.
my name is Brook. Quick. Why, you say well. But I have another Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintance messenger to your worship: mistress Page hath her of you. hearty commendations to you too;—and let me tell Ford. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, you, for I must let you understand, I think myself in and one (I tell you) that will not miss you morning nor better plight for a lender than you are; the which evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the hath something embolden’d me to this inseasoned other: and she bade me tell your worship, that her intrusion, for, they say, if money go before, all ways husband is seldom from home, but she hopes there do lie open. will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. upon a man : surely, I think you have charms, la ; Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here
troubles me: if you will help to bear it, sir John, take Fal. Not I, I assure thee: setting the attraction of half, or all, for easing me of the carriage. my good parts aside, I have no other charms.
Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!
porter. Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife, Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they love hearing. me?
Fal. Speak, good master Brook : I shall be glad to Quick. That were a jest, indeed !--they have not so be your servant. little grace, I hope :—that were a trick, indeed! But Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,—I will be brief mistress Page would desire you to send her your little with you,—and you have been a man long known to page, of all loves : her husband has a marvellous in- me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to fection to the little page; and, truly, master Page is an make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a honest man.
Never a wife in Windsor leads a better thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine life than she does: do what she will, say what she will, own imperfection; but, good sir John, as you have one take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it, for if another into the register of your own, that I may pass there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how must send her your page; no remedy.
easy it is to be such an offender. Fal. Why, I will.
Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. Quick. Nay, but do so, then: and, look you, he
Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her come and go between you both; and, in any case, have husband's name is Ford. a nayword, that you may know one another's mind, Fal. Well, sir. and the boy never need understand any thing : for
Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, 'tis not good that children should know any wicked- bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting ness; old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, observance ; engrossed opportunities to meet her ; fee'd and know the world.
every slight occasion, that could but niggardly give me Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both. sight of her: not only bought many presents to give There's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.- Boy, go her, but have given largely to many, to know what she along with this woman. This news distracts me. would have given. Briefly, I have pursued her, as
[Exeunt Mrs. Quickly and Robin. I love hath pursued me, which hath been on the wing of Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers.
all occasions : but whatsoever I have merited, either in Clap on more sails; pursue, up
my mind, or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have Give fire! She is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! received none, unless experience be a jewel; that I
[Exit Piston. have purchased at an infinite rate, and that hath Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll taught me to say this: make more of thy old body than I have done. Will Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues ; they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfaction at thank thee : let them say, 'tis grossly done; so it be her hands ? fairly done, no matter.