Sidor som bilder

Pist. 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.

Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to ROB.] bear you these letters tightly ;* Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o'er the hoof; seek shelter, pack ! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.

[Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullamt

holds. And high and low beguile the rich and

poor; Testerf I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk.

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of
Pist. Wilt thou revenge ?
Nym. By welkin, and her star.
Pist. With wit, or steel?

Nym. With both the humours, I:
I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford 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 incenseş Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness,|| for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true humour.

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee; troop on.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Dr. Caius' House.

Enter MRS. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Quick. What; John 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 any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit RUGBY. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset fort soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate:This 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 ? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master ? * Cleverly.

† False dice. # Sixpence I'll have in pocket. Instigate. Jealousy.


** Foolish.


Sim. Ay, forsooth.

Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife ?

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard.

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

Šim. 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.t

Quick. How say you ?-0, I should remember him ? Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and strut in his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. 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

Re-enter RUGBY. Rug. Out, alas ! here comes my master.

Quick. We shall all be shent :f Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.] He will not stay long.-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:-and down, down, adown-a, &c. [Sings.

Enter DOCTOR CAIUS. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a greena box; Do intend vat I speak ? a green-a box.

Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad.

[Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour, -la grand affaire.

Quick. Is it this, Sir ?

Caius. Ouy; mettez le au mon pocket; Dépêchez, quickly:-
Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, Sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ?-Villany ? larron! [Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. Good master, be content.
Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?
Quick. The young man is an honest man.

Čaius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet ? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

* Brave. + The keeper of a warren, Scolded, reprimanded.

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Quick. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic; hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.

Caius. Vell.
Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Čaius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale.

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage.

Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.

Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you ?-Rugby, baillez me some paper: - Tarry you a little-a while.

[Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy; - But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French Doctor, my master, -I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;-

Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quick. Are you avised o that? you shall find it a great charge : and to be up early, and down late ;-but notwithstanding (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: þut notwithstanding thal,-I know Anne's mind,-that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make :--you may begone; it is not good you tarry here :-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone

to trow at his dog.

[Exit SIMPLE. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.

Caius. It is no matter-a for 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 Jarterre to measure our weapon:- by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well : we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer !*

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me ;-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. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fent. [within]. Who's within there, ho ?
Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou ?
Quick. The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.

* The goujere, what the pox ?

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Fent. What news, how does pretty mistress Anne ?

Quick. 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.

Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? Shall I not lose my suit ?

Quick. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you:Have not your worship a wart above your eye? Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?

Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tail ;--good faith, it is such another Nan:-but, I detest,* an honest maid as ever broke bread :-We had an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never laugh but in that maid's company!-But, indeed, she is given too much to allichollyt and musing: But for you- Well, go to.

Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, commend me

Quick. 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.

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit.

Quick. Farewell to your worship.- Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as another does :-Out upon't! what have I forgot ? [Exit,

SCENE 1.Before Page's house.

Enter MISTRESS PAGE, with a letter. Mrs. 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 ; for though love use reason for his precisian, I he admits him not for his counsellor : You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy : you are merry, so am I; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy : you love sack, and so do I; Would you desire better sympathy ? Let it suffice thee, mistress Page (at the least if the love of a soldier can suffice), that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but 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.

* She means, I protest.

+ Melancholy. I Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician.

very ill.

What a Herod of Jewry is this ?-0 wicked, 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 picked (with the devil's 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 my mirth :-heaven forgive me !--Why, I'll 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. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do in my mind.

Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show vou to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give me some counsel !

Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour !

Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour: What is it?- dispense with trifles;—what is it?

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted.

Mrs. Page. What?—thou liest !-Sir Alice Ford !- These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. 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 men's liking: And yet he would not swear; praised women's 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 Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of 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?

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs !—To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's 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 names (sure more), and these are of the second edition: He will print them, out of doubt; for he cares not what he puts into the

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