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twg_000000022800 | discretions with it. There is Anne Page, which is daughter to Master George Page, which is pretty virginity. SLENDER. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman? EVANS. It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you will desire, and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold, and silver, is her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022801 | grandsire upon his deaths-bedGot deliver to a joyful resurrections!give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old. It were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master Abraham and Mistress Anne Page. SHALLOW. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound? EVANS. Ay, and her father is make her a petter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022802 | penny. SHALLOW. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. EVANS. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is goot gifts. SHALLOW. Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there? EVANS. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do despise one that is false, or as I despise one that is not true. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022803 | The knight Sir John is there, and I beseech you be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door for Master Page. [_Knocks._] What, ho! Got pless your house here! PAGE. [_Within_.] Whos there? EVANS. Here is Gots plessing, and your friend, and Justice Shallow, and here young Master Slender, that peradventures shall tell you another tale, if matters | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022804 | grow to your likings. Enter Page. PAGE. I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison, Master Shallow. SHALLOW. Master Page, I am glad to see you, much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed. How doth good Mistress Page? And I thank you always with my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022805 | heart, la, with my heart. PAGE. Sir, I thank you. SHALLOW. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. PAGE. I am glad to see you, good Master Slender. SLENDER. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say he was outrun on Cotsall. PAGE. It could not be judged, sir. SLENDER. Youll not confess, youll not confess. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022806 | SHALLOW. That he will not. Tis your fault; tis your fault. Tis a good dog. PAGE. A cur, sir. SHALLOW. Sir, hes a good dog, and a fair dog, can there be more said? He is good, and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here? PAGE. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022807 | EVANS. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. SHALLOW. He hath wronged me, Master Page. PAGE. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. SHALLOW. If it be confessed, it is not redressed. Is not that so, Master Page? He hath wronged me, indeed he hath, at a word, he hath. Believe me. Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022808 | is wronged. PAGE. Here comes Sir John. Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym and Pistol. FALSTAFF. Now, Master Shallow, youll complain of me to the King? SHALLOW. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. FALSTAFF. But not kissed your keepers daughter! SHALLOW. Tut, a pin! This shall be answered. FALSTAFF. I will answer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022809 | it straight: I have done all this. That is now answered. SHALLOW. The Council shall know this. FALSTAFF. Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: youll be laughed at. EVANS. _Pauca verba_, Sir John; goot worts. FALSTAFF. Good worts? Good cabbage!Slender, I broke your head. What matter have you against me? SLENDER. Marry, sir, I have matter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022810 | in my head against you, and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket. BARDOLPH. You Banbury cheese! SLENDER. Ay, it is no matter. PISTOL. How now, Mephostophilus? SLENDER. Ay, it is no matter. NYM. Slice, I say! _Pauca, pauca_, slice, thats my humour. SLENDER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022811 | Wheres Simple, my man? Can you tell, cousin? EVANS. Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand; there is three umpires in this matter, as I understand: that is, Master Page, _fidelicet_ Master Page; and there is myself, _fidelicet_ myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter. PAGE. We three to hear it and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022812 | end it between them. EVANS. Fery goot. I will make a prief of it in my notebook, and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with as great discreetly as we can. FALSTAFF. Pistol! PISTOL. He hears with ears. EVANS. The tevil and his tam! What phrase is this, He hears with ear? Why, it is affectations. FALSTAFF. Pistol, did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022813 | you pick Master Slenders purse? SLENDER. Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else! Of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yed Miller, by these gloves. FALSTAFF. Is this true, Pistol? EVANS. No, it is false, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022814 | if it is a pick-purse. PISTOL. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!Sir John and master mine, I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. Word of denial in thy _labras_ here! Word of denial! Froth and scum, thou liest. SLENDER. [_Points at Nym_.] By these gloves, then, twas he. NYM. Be avised, sir, and pass good humours. I will say marry trap with you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022815 | if you run the nuthooks humour on me. That is the very note of it. SLENDER. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it. For though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. FALSTAFF. What say you, Scarlet and John? BARDOLPH. Why, sir, for my part, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022816 | I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. EVANS. It is his five senses. Fie, what the ignorance is! BARDOLPH. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashiered; and so conclusions passed the careers. SLENDER. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but tis no matter. Ill neer be drunk whilst I live again, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022817 | in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick. If I be drunk, Ill be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. EVANS. So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind. FALSTAFF. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. Enter Mistress Ford, Mistress Page and her daughter Anne Page with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022818 | wine. PAGE Nay, daughter, carry the wine in, well drink within. [_Exit Anne Page._] SLENDER O heaven, this is Mistress Anne Page. PAGE. How now, Mistress Ford? FALSTAFF. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met. By your leave, good mistress. [_Kisses her._] PAGE. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022819 | Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. [_Exeunt all but Slender._] SLENDER. I had rather than forty shillings I had my book of _Songs and Sonnets_ here. Enter Simple. How now, Simple, where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not the _Book of Riddles_ about you, have you? SIMPLE. _Book of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022820 | Riddles?_ Why, did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas? Enter Shallow and Sir Hugh Evans. SHALLOW. Come, coz; come, coz, we stay for you. A word with you, coz. Marry, this, coz: there is, as twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh here. Do you understand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022821 | me? SLENDER. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable. If it be so, I shall do that that is reason. SHALLOW. Nay, but understand me. SLENDER. So I do, sir. EVANS. Give ear to his motions, Master Slender. I will description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it. SLENDER. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022822 | says. I pray you pardon me, hes a Justice of Peace in his country, simple though I stand here. EVANS. But that is not the question. The question is concerning your marriage. SHALLOW. Ay, theres the point, sir. EVANS. Marry, is it; the very point of itto Mistress Anne Page. SLENDER. Why, if it be so, I will marry her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022823 | upon any reasonable demands. EVANS. But can you affection the oman? Let us command to know that of your mouth, or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. Therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid? SHALLOW. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? SLENDER. I hope, sir, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022824 | will do as it shall become one that would do reason. EVANS. Nay, Gots lords and his ladies! You must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her. SHALLOW. That you must. Will you, upon good dowry, marry her? SLENDER. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your request, cousin, in any reason. SHALLOW. Nay, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022825 | conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz. What I do is to pleasure you, coz. Can you love the maid? SLENDER. I will marry her, sir, at your request. But if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another. I hope | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022826 | upon familiarity will grow more contempt. But if you say Marry her, I will marry her. That I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely. EVANS. It is a fery discretion answer, save the fall is in the ord dissolutely. The ort is, according to our meaning, resolutely. His meaning is good. SHALLOW. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. SLENDER. Ay, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022827 | or else I would I might be hanged, la! SHALLOW. Here comes fair Mistress Anne. Enter Anne Page. SHALLOW. Here comes fair Mistress Anne.Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne. ANNE. The dinner is on the table, my father desires your worships company. SHALLOW. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne. EVANS. Ods plessed will! I will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022828 | not be absence at the grace. [_Exeunt Shallow and Sir Hugh Evans._] ANNE Willt please your worship to come in, sir? SLENDER. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well. ANNE. The dinner attends you, sir. SLENDER. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. [_To Simple_.] Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022829 | my cousin Shallow. [_Exit Simple._] A Justice of Peace sometime may be beholding to his friend for a man. I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead. But what though? Yet I live like a poor gentleman born. ANNE. I may not go in without your worship. They will not sit till you come. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022830 | SLENDER. I faith, Ill eat nothing. I thank you as much as though I did. ANNE. I pray you, sir, walk in. SLENDER. I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised my shin th other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fencethree veneys for a dish of stewed prunesand, by my troth, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022831 | cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? Be there bears i the town? ANNE. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of. SLENDER. I love the sport well, but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England. You are afraid, if you see the bear loose, are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022832 | you not? ANNE. Ay, indeed, sir. SLENDER. Thats meat and drink to me now. I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times, and have taken him by the chain. But, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shrieked at it that it passed. But women, indeed, cannot abide em; they are very ill-favoured rough things. Enter Page. PAGE Come, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022833 | gentle Master Slender, come. We stay for you. SLENDER. Ill eat nothing, I thank you, sir. PAGE. By cock and pie, you shall not choose, sir! Come, come. SLENDER. Nay, pray you lead the way. PAGE. Come on, sir. SLENDER. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. ANNE. Not I, sir; pray you keep on. SLENDER. Truly, I will not go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022834 | first; truly, la! I will not do you that wrong. ANNE. I pray you, sir. SLENDER. Ill rather be unmannerly than troublesome. You do yourself wrong, indeed, la! [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. The same Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple. EVANS. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius house which is the way. And there dwells one Mistress Quickly, which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022835 | is in the manner of his nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer and his wringer. SIMPLE. Well, sir. EVANS. Nay, it is petter yet. Give her this letter. For it is a oman that altogethers acquaintance with Mistress Anne Page; and the letter is to desire and require her to solicit your masters | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022836 | desires to Mistress Anne Page. I pray you be gone. I will make an end of my dinner; theres pippins and cheese to come. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A room in the Garter Inn Enter Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol and Robin. FALSTAFF. Mine host of the Garter! HOST. What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and wisely. FALSTAFF. Truly, mine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022837 | host, I must turn away some of my followers. HOST. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier. Let them wag; trot, trot. FALSTAFF. I sit at ten pounds a week. HOST. Thourt an emperorCaesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I will entertain Bardolph. He shall draw, he shall tap. Said I well, bully Hector? FALSTAFF. Do so, good mine host. HOST. I have spoke, let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022838 | him follow.Let me see thee froth and lime. I am at a word, follow. [_Exit Host._] FALSTAFF. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade. An old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered servingman a fresh tapster. Go, adieu. BARDOLPH. It is a life that I have desired. I will thrive. PISTOL. O base Hungarian wight, wilt thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022839 | the spigot wield? [_Exit Bardolph._] NYM He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited? FALSTAFF. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox. His thefts were too open. His filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. NYM. The good humour is to steal at a minutes rest. PISTOL. Convey, the wise it call. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022840 | Steal? Foh! A _fico_ for the phrase! FALSTAFF. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. PISTOL. Why, then, let kibes ensue. FALSTAFF. There is no remedy, I must cony-catch, I must shift. PISTOL. Young ravens must have food. FALSTAFF. Which of you know Ford of this town? PISTOL. I ken the wight, he is of substance good. FALSTAFF. My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022841 | honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. PISTOL. Two yards, and more. FALSTAFF. No quips now, Pistol. Indeed, I am in the waist two yards about, but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Fords wife. I spy entertainment in her. She discourses, she carves, she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022842 | gives the leer of invitation. I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is I am Sir John Falstaffs. PISTOL. He hath studied her will and translated her willout of honesty into English. NYM. The anchor is deep. Will that humour pass? FALSTAFF. Now, the report goes she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022843 | has all the rule of her husbands purse. He hath a legion of angels. PISTOL. As many devils entertain, and To her, boy, say I. NYM. The humour rises; it is good. Humour me the angels. FALSTAFF. I have writ me here a letter to her; and here another to Pages wife, who even now gave me good eyes too, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022844 | examined my parts with most judicious oeillades. Sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. PISTOL. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. NYM. I thank thee for that humour. FALSTAFF. O, she did so course oer my exteriors with such a greedy intention that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022845 | up like a burning-glass. Heres another letter to her. She bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheaters to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to Mistress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022846 | Page;and thou this to Mistress Ford. We will thrive, lads, we will thrive. PISTOL. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? Then Lucifer take all! NYM. I will run no base humour. Here, take the humour-letter. I will keep the haviour of reputation. FALSTAFF. [_To Robin_.] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly; Sail | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022847 | like my pinnace to these golden shores. Rogues, hence, avaunt! Vanish like hailstones, go! Trudge, plod away o th hoof, seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age: French thrift, you roguesmyself and skirted page. [_Exeunt Falstaff and Robin._] PISTOL Let vultures gripe thy guts! For gourd and fullam holds, And high and low beguile the rich | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022848 | and poor. Tester Ill have in pouch when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! NYM. I have operations in my head which be humours of revenge. PISTOL. Wilt thou revenge? NYM. By welkin and her star! PISTOL. With wit or steel? NYM. With both the humours, I. I will discuss the humour of this love to Ford. PISTOL. And I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022849 | to Page shall eke unfold How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold will hold, And his soft couch defile. NYM. My humour shall not cool. I will incense Ford to deal with poison, I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous. That is my true humour. PISTOL. Thou art the Mars of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022850 | malcontents. I second thee. Troop on. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A room in Doctor Caiuss house Enter Mistress Quickly and Simple. MISTRESS QUICKLY. What, John Rugby! Enter Rugby. I pray thee go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, Master Doctor Caius, coming. If he do, i faith, and find anybody in the house, here will be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022851 | an old abusing of Gods patience and the Kings English. RUGBY. Ill go watch. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Go; and well have a posset fort soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. [_Exit Rugby._] An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale nor no breed-bate. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022852 | His worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way, but nobody but has his fault. But let that pass. Peter Simple you say your name is? SIMPLE. Ay, for fault of a better. MISTRESS QUICKLY. And Master Slenders your master? SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Does he not wear a great round beard, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022853 | like a glovers paring-knife? SIMPLE. No, forsooth, he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard, a Cain-coloured beard. MISTRESS QUICKLY. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth. But he is as tall a man of his hands as any is between this and his head. He hath fought with a warrener. MISTRESS QUICKLY. How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022854 | say you? O, I should remember him. Does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait? SIMPLE. Yes, indeed, does he. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your master. Anne is a good girl, and I wish Enter Rugby. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022855 | RUGBY Out, alas! Here comes my master. MISTRESS QUICKLY. We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man, go into this closet. He will not stay long. [_Simple steps into the closet._] What, John Rugby! John! What, John, I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master. I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022856 | [_Exit Rugby._] [_Sings_.] _And down, down, adown-a, etc._ Enter Doctor Caius. CAIUS Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet _une botine verte_, a box, a green-a box. Do intend vat I speak? A green-a box. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Ay, forsooth, Ill fetch it you. [_Aside_.] I am glad he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022857 | went not in himself. If he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. CAIUS. _Fe, fe, fe fe! Ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je men vais la courla grande affaire._ MISTRESS QUICKLY. Is it this, sir? CAIUS. _Oui, mette-le au mon_ pocket. _Dpche_, quicklyVere is dat knave Rugby? MISTRESS QUICKLY. What, John Rugby, John! Enter Rugby. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022858 | RUGBY Here, sir. CAIUS. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby. Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the court. RUGBY. Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. CAIUS. By my trot, I tarry too long. Ods me! _Quay joubli?_ Dere is some simples in my closet dat I vill not for the varld I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022859 | shall leave behind. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Ay me, hell find the young man there, and be mad! CAIUS. _O diable, diable!_ Vat is in my closet? Villainy! _Larron!_ [_Pulling Simple out_.] Rugby, my rapier! MISTRESS QUICKLY. Good master, be content. CAIUS. Wherefore shall I be content-a? MISTRESS QUICKLY. The young man is an honest man. CAIUS. What shall de honest man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022860 | do in my closet? Dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. MISTRESS QUICKLY. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh. CAIUS. Vell? SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to MISTRESS QUICKLY. Peace, I pray you. CAIUS. Peace-a your tongue!Speak-a your tale. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022861 | SIMPLE. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my master in the way of marriage. MISTRESS QUICKLY. This is all, indeed, la! But Ill neer put my finger in the fire, and need not. CAIUS. Sir Hugh send-a you?Rugby, _baille_ me some paper.Tarry you a little-a while. [_Writes._] MISTRESS QUICKLY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022862 | [_Aside to Simple_.] I am glad he is so quiet. If he had been throughly moved, you should have heard him so loud and so melancholy. But notwithstanding, man, Ill do you your master what good I can; and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my masterI may call him my master, look you, for I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022863 | keep his house, and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself SIMPLE. [_Aside to Mistress Quickly_.] Tis a great charge to come under one bodys hand. MISTRESS QUICKLY. [_Aside to Simple_.] Are you avised o that? You shall find it a great charge, and to be up early and down | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022864 | late; but notwithstandingto tell you in your ear, I would have no words of itmy master himself is in love with Mistress Anne Page; but notwithstanding that, I know Annes mind. Thats neither here nor there. CAIUS. You jacknape, give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh. By gar, it is a shallenge. I will cut his troat in de park, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022865 | I will teach a scurvy jackanape priest to meddle or make. You may be gone, it is not good you tarry here.By gar, I will cut all his two stones. By gar, he shall not have a stone to throw at his dog. [_Exit Simple._] MISTRESS QUICKLY. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. CAIUS. It is no matter-a ver | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022866 | dat. Do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? By gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarteer to measure our weapon. By gar, I will myself have Anne Page. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We must give folks leave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022867 | to prate. What, the good-year! CAIUS. Rugby, come to the court with me. [_To Mistress Quickly_.] By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door.Follow my heels, Rugby. [_Exeunt Caius and Rugby._] MISTRESS QUICKLY. You shall have Anfools head of your own. No, I know Annes mind for that. Never a woman | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022868 | in Windsor knows more of Annes mind than I do, nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. FENTON. [_Within_.] Whos within there, ho? MISTRESS QUICKLY. Whos there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you. Enter Fenton. FENTON How now, good woman? How dost thou? MISTRESS QUICKLY. The better, that it pleases your good | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022869 | worship to ask. FENTON. What news? How does pretty Mistress Anne? MISTRESS QUICKLY. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way, I praise heaven for it. FENTON. Shall I do any good, thinkst thou? Shall I not lose my suit? MISTRESS QUICKLY. Troth, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022870 | sir, all is in His hands above. But notwithstanding, Master Fenton, Ill be sworn on a book she loves you. Have not your worship a wart above your eye? FENTON. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? MISTRESS QUICKLY. Well, thereby hangs a tale. Good faith, it is such another Nan! But, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022871 | bread. We had an hours talk of that wart. I shall never laugh but in that maids company. But, indeed, she is given too much to allicholy and musing. But for youwell, go to. FENTON. Well, I shall see her today. Hold, theres money for thee. Let me have thy voice in my behalf. If thou seest her before me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022872 | commend me. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Will I? I faith, that we will! And I will tell your worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence, and of other wooers. FENTON. Well, farewell, I am in great haste now. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Farewell to your worship. [_Exit Fenton._] Truly, an honest gentlemanbut Anne loves him not, for I know Annes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022873 | mind as well as another does. Out upon t, what have I forgot? [_Exit._] ACT II SCENE I. Before Pages house Enter Mistress Page reading a letter. MISTRESS PAGE. What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see. [_Reads_.] _Ask me no reason why I love you, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022874 | for though Love use Reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more am I. Go to, then, theres sympathy. You are merry, so am I. Ha, ha, then theres more sympathy. You love sack, and so do I. Would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page, at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022875 | least, if the love of soldier can suffice, that I love thee. I will not say, pity metis not a soldier-like phrasebut I say love me. By me, Thine own true knight, By day or night, Or any kind of light, With all his might, For thee to fight, John Falstaff._ What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022876 | wicked world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard pickedwith the devils name!out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022877 | my mirth. Heaven forgive me! Why, Ill exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? For revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. Enter Mistress Ford. MISTRESS FORD. Mistress Page! Trust me, I was going to your house. MISTRESS PAGE. And, trust me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022878 | I was coming to you. You look very ill. MISTRESS FORD. Nay, Ill neer believe that. I have to show to the contrary. MISTRESS PAGE. Faith, but you do, in my mind. MISTRESS FORD. Well, I do, then. Yet I say I could show you to the contrary. O, Mistress Page, give me some counsel. MISTRESS PAGE. Whats the matter, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022879 | woman? MISTRESS FORD. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour! MISTRESS PAGE. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour. What is it? Dispense with trifles. What is it? MISTRESS FORD. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, I could be knighted. MISTRESS PAGE. What? Thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022880 | liest! Sir Alice Ford! These knights will hack, and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. MISTRESS FORD. We burn daylight. Here, read, read. Perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat men as long as I have an eye to make difference of mens liking. And yet he would not swear; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022881 | praised womens modesty; and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words. But they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of Greensleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022882 | oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like? MISTRESS PAGE. Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs! To thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022883 | great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, heres the twin brother of thy letter. But let thine inherit first, for I protest mine never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different namessure, more, and these are of the second edition. He will print them, out of doubt; for he cares | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022884 | not what he puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess and lie under Mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man. MISTRESS FORD. Why, this is the very samethe very hand, the very words. What doth he think of us? MISTRESS PAGE. Nay, I know | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022885 | not. It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. Ill entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury. MISTRESS FORD. Boarding call you it? Ill be sure to keep him above deck. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022886 | MISTRESS PAGE. So will I. If he come under my hatches, Ill never to sea again. Lets be revenged on him. Lets appoint him a meeting, give him a show of comfort in his suit, and lead him on with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of the Garter. MISTRESS FORD. Nay, I will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022887 | consent to act any villainy against him that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! It would give eternal food to his jealousy. MISTRESS PAGE. Why, look where he comes; and my good man too. Hes as far from jealousy as I am from giving him cause, and that, I hope, is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022888 | an unmeasurable distance. MISTRESS FORD. You are the happier woman. MISTRESS PAGE. Lets consult together against this greasy knight. Come hither. [_They retire._] Enter Ford with Pistol, and Page with Nym. FORD Well, I hope it be not so. PISTOL. Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs. Sir John affects thy wife. FORD. Why, sir, my wife is not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022889 | young. PISTOL. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, Both young and old, one with another, Ford. He loves the gallimaufry. Ford, perpend. FORD. Love my wife? PISTOL. With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou like Sir Actaeon he, With Ringwood at thy heels. O, odious is the name! FORD. What name, sir? PISTOL. The horn, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022890 | I say. Farewell. Take heed, have open eye, for thieves do foot by night. Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do sing. Away, Sir Corporal Nym.Believe it, Page, he speaks sense. [_Exit Pistol._] FORD [_Aside_.] I will be patient. I will find out this. NYM. [_To Page_.] And this is true, I like not the humour of lying. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022891 | He hath wronged me in some humours. I should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; theres the short and the long. My name is Corporal Nym. I speak, and I avouch tis true. My name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022892 | I love not the humour of bread and cheese. Adieu. [_Exit Nym._] PAGE [_Aside_.] The humour of it, quoth a! Heres a fellow frights English out of his wits. FORD. [_Aside_.] I will seek out Falstaff. PAGE. [_Aside_.] I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue. FORD. [_Aside_.] If I do find itwell. PAGE. [_Aside_.] I will not believe such | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022893 | a Cataian, though the priest o the town commended him for a true man. FORD. [_Aside_.] Twas a good sensible fellowwell. Mistress Page and Mistress Ford come forward. PAGE. How now, Meg? MISTRESS PAGE. Whither go you, George? Hark you. MISTRESS FORD. How now, sweet Frank, why art thou melancholy? FORD. I melancholy? I am not melancholy. Get you home, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022894 | go. MISTRESS FORD. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.Will you go, Mistress Page? MISTRESS PAGE. Have with you. Youll come to dinner, George? [_Aside to Mistress Ford_.] Look who comes yonder. She shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. MISTRESS FORD. [_Aside to Mistress Page_.] Trust me, I thought on her. Shell fit it. Enter Mistress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022895 | Quickly. MISTRESS PAGE. You are come to see my daughter Anne? MISTRESS QUICKLY. Ay, forsooth. And, I pray, how does good Mistress Anne? MISTRESS PAGE. Go in with us and see. Wed have an hours talk with you. [_Exeunt Mistress Page, Mistress Ford and Mistress Quickly._] PAGE How now, Master Ford? FORD. You heard what this knave told me, did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022896 | you not? PAGE. Yes, and you heard what the other told me? FORD. Do you think there is truth in them? PAGE. Hang em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it, but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men, very rogues, now they be out of service. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022897 | FORD. Were they his men? PAGE. Marry, were they. FORD. I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter? PAGE. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage toward my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022898 | head. FORD. I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be loath to turn them together. A man may be too confident. I would have nothing lie on my head. I cannot be thus satisfied. Enter Host. PAGE. Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes. There is either liquor in his pate or money in his purse | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022899 | when he looks so merrily.How now, mine host? HOST. How now, bully rook? Thourt a gentleman.Cavaliero Justice, I say! Enter Shallow. SHALLOW. I follow, mine host, I follow.Good even and twenty, good Master Page. Master Page, will you go with us? We have sport in hand. HOST. Tell him, Cavaliero Justice; tell him, bully rook. SHALLOW. Sir, there is a | 60 | gutenberg |
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