The Merry Wives of Windsor
by
William Shakespeare [Craig, Oxford edition]
Part 2 out of 3
[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
CAIUS.
By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape
to Anne Page.
HOST.
Let him die. Sheathe thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler;
go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee
where Mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-feasting; and thou
shalt woo her. Cried I aim? Said I well?
CAIUS.
By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love you; and I shall
procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de
gentlemen, my patients.
HOST.
For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page: said I well?
CAIUS.
By gar, 'tis good; vell said.
HOST.
Let us wag, then.
CAIUS.
Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.
[Exeunt.]
ACT III
SCENE 1. A field near Frogmore.
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE.]
EVANS.
I pray you now, good Master Slender's serving-man, and friend
Simple by your name, which way have you looked for Master Caius,
that calls himself doctor of physic?
SIMPLE.
Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor
way, and every way but the town way.
EVANS.
I most fehemently desire you you will also look that
way.
SIMPLE.
I will, Sir.
[Exit.]
EVANS.
Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and trempling of mind!
I shall be glad if he have deceived me. How melancholies I am!
I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard when I have goot
opportunities for the 'ork: pless my soul!
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow--
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
[Sings.]
Melodious birds sing madrigals,--
Whenas I sat in Pabylon,--
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow,--
[Re-enter SIMPLE.]
SIMPLE.
Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
EVANS.
He's welcome.
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls--
Heaven prosper the right!--What weapons is he?
SIMPLE.
No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and another
gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
EVANS.
Pray you give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
[Reads in a book.]
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
SHALLOW.
How now, Master Parson! Good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester
from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
SLENDER.
[Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
PAGE.
'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
EVANS.
Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
SHALLOW.
What, the sword and the word! Do you study them both, Master Parson?
PAGE.
And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day!
EVANS.
There is reasons and causes for it.
PAGE.
We are come to you to do a good office, Master Parson.
EVANS.
Fery well; what is it?
PAGE.
Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, belike having received
wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and
patience that ever you saw.
SHALLOW.
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of
his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect.
EVANS.
What is he?
PAGE.
I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the renowned French
physician.
EVANS.
Got's will and His passion of my heart! I had as lief you would
tell me of a mess of porridge.
PAGE.
Why?
EVANS.
He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates and Galen,--and he is a
knave besides; a cowardly knave as you would desires to be
acquainted withal.
PAGE.
I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.
SLENDER.
[Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
SHALLOW.
It appears so, by his weapons. Keep them asunder; here comes
Doctor Caius.
[Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY.]
PAGE.
Nay, good Master Parson, keep in your weapon.
SHALLOW.
So do you, good Master Doctor.
HOST.
Disarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole
and hack our English.
CAIUS.
I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear: verefore will you
not meet-a me?
EVANS.
[Aside to CAIUS.] Pray you use your patience; in good time.
CAIUS.
By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
EVANS.
[Aside to CAIUS.] Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other
men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or
other make you amends.
[Aloud.] I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb
for missing your meetings and appointments.
CAIUS.
Diable!--Jack Rugby,--mine Host de Jarretiere,--have I not stay for
him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?
EVANS.
As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place
appointed. I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.
HOST.
Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaullia; French and Welsh, soul-curer
and body-curer!
CAIUS.
Ay, dat is very good; excellent!
HOST.
Peace, I say! Hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politic? am I
subtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? No; he gives me
the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my parson, my priest,
my Sir Hugh? No; he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs.
Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so;--give me thy hand, celestial;
so. Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you
to wrong places; your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole,
and let burnt sack be the issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn.
Follow me, lads of peace; follow, follow, follow.
SHALLOW.
Trust me, a mad host!--Follow, gentlemen, follow.
SLENDER.
[Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and HOST.]
CAIUS.
Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
EVANS.
This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog. I desire you that
we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together to be
revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host
of the Garter.
CAIUS.
By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me where is Anne
Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
EVANS.
Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2. A street in Windsor.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
MRS. PAGE.
Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you were wont to be a follower,
but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather lead mine eyes,
or eye your master's heels?
ROBIN.
I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than follow him
like a dwarf.
MRS. PAGE.
O! you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a courtier.
[Enter FORD.]
FORD.
Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
MRS. PAGE.
Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
FORD.
Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company.
I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
MRS. PAGE.
Be sure of that--two other husbands.
FORD.
Where had you this pretty weathercock?
MRS. PAGE.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of.
What do you call your knight's name, sirrah?
ROBIN.
Sir John Falstaff.
FORD.
Sir John Falstaff!
MRS. PAGE.
He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is such a league between
my good man and he! Is your wife at home indeed?
FORD.
Indeed she is.
MRS. PAGE.
By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her.
[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN.]
FORD.
Has Page any brains? Hath he any eyes? Hath he any thinking? Sure,
they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a
letter twenty mile as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank
twelve score. He pieces out his wife's inclination; he gives
her folly motion and advantage; and now she's going to my wife,
and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in
the wind: and Falstaff's boy with her! Good plots! They are laid;
and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well; I will take
him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from
the so seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure
and wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all my
neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock strikes] The clock gives me my
cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find Falstaff.
I shall be rather praised for this than mocked; for it is as
positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is there. I will go.
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, SLENDER, HOST, SIR HUGH EVANS,
CAIUS, and RUGBY.]
SHALLOW, PAGE, &c.
Well met, Master Ford.
FORD.
Trust me, a good knot; I have good cheer at home, and I pray you
all go with me.
SHALLOW.
I must excuse myself, Master Ford.
SLENDER.
And so must I, sir; we have appointed to dine with Mistress Anne,
and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.
SHALLOW.
We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin
Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
SLENDER.
I hope I have your good will, father Page.
PAGE.
You have, Master Slender; I stand wholly for you. But my wife,
Master doctor, is for you altogether.
CAIUS.
Ay, be-gar; and de maid is love-a me: my nursh-a Quickly tell me
so mush.
HOST.
What say you to young Master Fenton? He capers, he dances, he has
eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April
and May; he will carry 't, he will carry 't; 'tis in his buttons;
he will carry 't.
PAGE.
Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is of no having:
he kept company with the wild Prince and Pointz; he is of too high
a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his
fortunes with the finger of my substance; if he take her, let him
take her simply; the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my
consent goes not that way.
FORD.
I beseech you, heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner:
besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster.
Master Doctor, you shall go; so shall you, Master Page; and you,
Sir Hugh.
SHALLOW.
Well, fare you well; we shall have the freer wooing at Master Page's.
[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER.]
CAIUS.
Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.
[Exit RUGBY.]
HOST.
Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink
canary with him.
[Exit HOST.]
FORD.
[Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him. I'll
make him dance. Will you go, gentles?
ALL.
Have with you to see this monster.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 3. A room in FORD'S house.
[Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE.]
MRS. FORD.
What, John! what, Robert!
MRS. PAGE.
Quickly, quickly:--Is the buck-basket--
MRS. FORD.
I warrant. What, Robin, I say!
[Enter SERVANTS with a basket.]
MRS. PAGE.
Come, come, come.
MRS. FORD.
Here, set it down.
MRS. PAGE.
Give your men the charge; we must be brief.
MRS. FORD.
Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by
in the brew-house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and,
without any pause or staggering, take this basket on your shoulders:
that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the
whitsters in Datchet-Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch
close by the Thames side.
MRS. PAGE.
You will do it?
MRS. FORD.
I have told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be gone, and
come when you are called.
[Exeunt SERVANTS.]
MRS. PAGE.
Here comes little Robin.
[Enter ROBIN.]
MRS. FORD.
How now, my eyas-musket! what news with you?
ROBIN.
My Master Sir John is come in at your back-door, Mistress Ford,
and requests your company.
MRS. PAGE.
You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us?
ROBIN.
Ay, I'll be sworn. My master knows not of your being here, and hath
threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it;
for he swears he'll turn me away.
MRS. PAGE.
Thou 'rt a good boy; this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to
thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. I'll go hide me.
MRS. FORD.
Do so. Go tell thy master I am alone.
[Exit ROBIN.]
Mistress Page, remember you your cue.
MRS. PAGE.
I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me.
[Exit.]
MRS. FORD.
Go to, then; we'll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery
pumpion; we'll teach him to know turtles from jays.
[Enter FALSTAFF.]
FALSTAFF.
'Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel?' Why, now let me die, for
I have lived long enough: this is the period of my ambition:
O this blessed hour!
MRS. FORD.
O, sweet Sir John!
FALSTAFF.
Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, Mistress Ford. Now
shall I sin in my wish; I would thy husband were dead. I'll speak
it before the best lord, I would make thee my lady.
MRS. FORD.
I your lady, Sir John! Alas, I should be a pitiful
lady.
FALSTAFF.
Let the court of France show me such another. I see how thine eye
would emulate the diamond; thou hast the right arched beauty of
the brow that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire
of Venetian admittance.
MRS. FORD.
A plain kerchief, Sir John; my brows become nothing else; nor that
well neither.
FALSTAFF.
By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so: thou wouldst make an
absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an
excellent motion to thy gait in a semi-circled farthingale. I see
what thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were not, Nature thy friend.
Come, thou canst not hide it.
MRS. FORD.
Believe me, there's no such thing in me.
FALSTAFF.
What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee there's something
extraordinary in thee. Come, I cannot cog and say thou art this
and that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn-buds that come
like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in
simple-time; I cannot; but I love thee, none but thee; and thou
deservest it.
MRS. FORD.
Do not betray me, sir; I fear you love Mistress Page.
FALSTAFF.
Thou mightst as well say I love to walk by the Counter-gate, which
is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime-kiln.
MRS. FORD.
Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it.
FALSTAFF.
Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it.
MRS. FORD.
Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not be in that mind.
ROBIN.
[Within] Mistress Ford! Mistress Ford! here's Mistress Page at the
door, sweating and blowing and looking wildly, and would needs speak
with you presently.
FALSTAFF.
She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras.
MRS. FORD.
Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.
[FALSTAFF hides himself.]
[Re-enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
What's the matter? How now!
MRS. PAGE.
O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, you are
overthrown, you are undone for ever!
MRS. FORD.
What's the matter, good Mistress Page?
MRS. PAGE.
O well-a-day, Mistress Ford! having an honest man to your husband,
to give him such cause of suspicion!
MRS. FORD.
What cause of suspicion?
MRS. PAGE.
What cause of suspicion? Out upon you! how am I mistook in you!
MRS. FORD.
Why, alas, what's the matter?
MRS. PAGE.
Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all the officers in
Windsor, to search for a gentleman that he says is here now in
the house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his absence:
you are undone.
MRS. FORD.
[Aside.] Speak louder.--
'Tis not so, I hope.
MRS. PAGE.
Pray heaven it be not so that you have such a man here! but 'tis
most certain your husband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels,
to search for such a one. I come before to tell you. If you know
yourself clear, why, I am glad of it; but if you have a friend here,
convey, convey him out. Be not amazed; call all your senses to you;
defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.
MRS. FORD.
What shall I do?--There is a gentleman, my dear friend; and I fear
not mine own shame as much as his peril: I had rather than a
thousand pound he were out of the house.
MRS. PAGE.
For shame! never stand 'you had rather' and 'you had rather': your
husband's here at hand; bethink you of some conveyance; in the
house you cannot hide him. O, how have you deceived me! Look, here
is a basket; if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in
here; and throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to
bucking: or--it is whiting-time--send him by your two men to
Datchet-Mead.
MRS. FORD.
He's too big to go in there. What shall I do?
FALSTAFF.
[Coming forward] Let me see 't, let me see 't. O, let me see 't!
I'll in, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel; I'll in.
MRS. PAGE.
What, Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight?
FALSTAFF.
I love thee and none but thee; help me away: let me creep in here.
I'll never--
[He gets into the basket; they cover him with foul linen.]
MRS. PAGE.
Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men, Mistress Ford. You
dissembling knight!
MRS. FORD.
What, John! Robert! John!
[Exit ROBIN.]
[Re-enter SERVANTS.]
Go, take up these clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff?
Look how you drumble! Carry them to the laundress in Datchet-Mead;
quickly, come.
[Enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS.]
FORD.
Pray you come near. If I suspect without cause, why then make sport
at me, then let me be your jest; I deserve it. How now, whither
bear you this?
SERVANT.
To the laundress, forsooth.
MRS. FORD.
Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You were best meddle
with buck-washing.
FORD.
Buck! I would I could wash myself of the buck! Buck, buck, buck!
ay, buck; I warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall appear.
[Exeunt SERVANTS with the basket.]
Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my dream. Here,
here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers; search, seek, find out.
I'll warrant we'll unkennel the fox. Let me stop this way first.
[Locking the door.] So, now uncape.
PAGE.
Good Master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself
too much.
FORD.
True, Master Page. Up, gentlemen, you shall see sport anon; follow
me, gentlemen.
[Exit.]
EVANS.
This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies.
CAIUS.
By gar, 'tis no the fashion of France; it is not jealous in France.
PAGE.
Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search.
[Exeunt EVANS, PAGE, and CAIUS.]
MRS. PAGE.
Is there not a double excellency in this?
MRS. FORD.
I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or
Sir John.
MRS. PAGE.
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket!
MRS. FORD.
I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so throwing him into
the water will do him a benefit.
MRS. PAGE.
Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same strain were in
the same distress.
MRS. FORD.
I think my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being
here, for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
MRS. PAGE.
I will lay a plot to try that, and we will yet have more tricks
with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
MRS. FORD.
Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress Quickly, to him, and
excuse his throwing into the water, and give him another hope, to
betray him to another punishment?
MRS. PAGE.
We will do it; let him be sent for to-morrow eight o'clock, to
have amends.
[Re-enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS.]
FORD.
I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that he could not
compass.
MRS. PAGE.
[Aside to MRS. FORD.] Heard you that?
MRS. FORD.
[Aside to MRS. PAGE.] Ay, ay, peace.--
You use me well, Master Ford, do you?
FORD.
Ay, I do so.
MRS. FORD.
Heaven make you better than your thoughts!
FORD.
Amen!
MRS. PAGE.
You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.
FORD.
Ay, ay; I must bear it.
EVANS.
If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the
coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of
judgment!
CAIUS.
Be gar, nor I too; there is no bodies.
PAGE.
Fie, fie, Master Ford, are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil
suggests this imagination? I would not ha' your distemper in this
kind for the wealth of Windsor Castle.
FORD.
'Tis my fault, Master Page: I suffer for it.
EVANS.
You suffer for a pad conscience. Your wife is as honest a 'omans as
I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too.
CAIUS.
By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.
FORD.
Well, I promised you a dinner. Come, come, walk in the Park: I pray
you pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you why I have done
this. Come, wife, come, Mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray
heartily, pardon me.
PAGE.
Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite
you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll
a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?
FORD.
Any thing.
EVANS.
If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
CAIUS.
If there be one or two, I shall make-a the turd.
FORD.
Pray you go, Master Page.
EVANS.
I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
CAIUS.
Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart.
EVANS.
A lousy knave! to have his gibes and his mockeries!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 4. A room in PAGE'S house.
[Enter FENTON, ANNE PAGE, and MISTRESS QUICKLY. MISTRESS QUICKLY
stands apart.]
FENTON.
I see I cannot get thy father's love;
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.
ANNE.
Alas! how then?
FENTON.
Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object, I am too great of birth;
And that my state being gall'd with my expense,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth.
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee but as a property.
ANNE.
May be he tells you true.
FENTON.
No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth
Was the first motive that I wooed thee, Anne:
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.
ANNE.
Gentle Master Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir.
If opportunity and humblest suit
Cannot attain it, why then,--hark you hither.
[They converse apart.]
[Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
SHALLOW.
Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall speak for himself.
SLENDER.
I'll make a shaft or a bolt on 't. 'Slid, 'tis but venturing.
SHALLOW.
Be not dismayed.
SLENDER.
No, she shall not dismay me. I care not for that, but that I am afeard.
QUICKLY.
Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.
ANNE.
I come to him. [Aside.] This is my father's choice.
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
QUICKLY.
And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a
word with you.
SHALLOW.
She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
SLENDER.
I had a father, Mistress Anne; my uncle can tell you good jests
of him. Pray you, uncle, tell Mistress Anne the jest how my father
stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
SHALLOW.
Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
SLENDER.
Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Gloucestershire.
SHALLOW.
He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
SLENDER.
Ay, that I will come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a squire.
SHALLOW.
He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
ANNE.
Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
SHALLOW.
Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She
calls you, coz; I'll leave you.
ANNE.
Now, Master Slender.
SLENDER.
Now, good Mistress Anne.--
ANNE.
What is your will?
SLENDER.
My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest indeed! I ne'er
made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature,
I give heaven praise.
ANNE.
I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me?
SLENDER.
Truly, for mine own part I would little or nothing with you. Your
father and my uncle hath made motions; if it be my luck, so; if not,
happy man be his dole! They can tell you how things go better than
I can. You may ask your father; here he comes.
[Enter PAGE and MISTRESS PAGE.]
PAGE.
Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne.
Why, how now! what does Master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house:
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.
FENTON.
Nay, Master Page, be not impatient.
MRS. PAGE.
Good Master Fenton, come not to my child.
PAGE.
She is no match for you.
FENTON.
Sir, will you hear me?
PAGE.
No, good Master Fenton.
Come, Master Shallow; come, son Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, Master Fenton.
[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
QUICKLY.
Speak to Mistress Page.
FENTON.
Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
In such a righteous fashion as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
I must advance the colours of my love
And not retire: let me have your good will.
ANNE.
Good mother, do not marry me to yond fool.
MRS. PAGE.
I mean it not; I seek you a better husband.
QUICKLY.
That's my master, Master doctor.
ANNE.
Alas! I had rather be set quick i' the earth.
And bowl'd to death with turnips.
MRS. PAGE.
Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master Fenton,
I will not be your friend, nor enemy;
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Till then, farewell, sir: she must needs go in;
Her father will be angry.
FENTON.
Farewell, gentle mistress. Farewell, Nan.
[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ANNE.}
QUICKLY.
This is my doing now: 'Nay,' said I, 'will you cast away your child
on a fool, and a physician? Look on Master Fenton.' This is my doing.
FENTON.
I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night
Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains.
QUICKLY.
Now Heaven send thee good fortune!
[Exit FENTON.]
A kind heart he hath; a woman would run through fire and water for
such a kind heart. But yet I would my master had Mistress Anne; or
I would Master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would Master Fenton
had her; I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have
promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously for Master
Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my
two mistresses: what a beast am I to slack it!
[Exit.]
SCENE 5. A room in the Garter Inn.
[Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.]
FALSTAFF.
Bardolph, I say,--
BARDOLPH.
Here, sir.
FALSTAFF.
Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in 't.
[Exit BARDOLPH.]
Have I lived to be carried in a basket, and to be thrown in the
Thames like a barrow of butcher's offal? Well, if I be served such
another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give
them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into
the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a blind
bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the litter; and you may know by my size
that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as
deep as hell I should down. I had been drowned but that the shore
was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor, for the water swells
a man; and what a thing should I have been when had been swelled!
I should have been a mountain of mummy.
[Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the sack.]
BARDOLPH.
Here's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.
FALSTAFF.
Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's
as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins.
Call her in.
BARDOLPH.
Come in, woman.
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
QUICKLY.
By your leave. I cry you mercy. Give your worship good morrow.
FALSTAFF.
Take away these chalices. Go, brew me a pottle of sack finely.
BARDOLPH.
With eggs, sir?
FALSTAFF.
Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.
[Exit BARDOLPH.]
How now!
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.
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.
QUICKLY.
Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to
see it. Her husband goes this morning a-birding; she desires you
once more to come to her between eight and nine; I must carry her
word quickly. She'll make you amends, I warrant you.
FALSTAFF.
Well, I will visit her. Tell her so; and bid her think what a man
is; let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit.
QUICKLY.
I will tell her.
FALSTAFF.
Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou?
QUICKLY.
Eight and nine, sir.
FALSTAFF.
Well, be gone; I will not miss her.
QUICKLY.
Peace be with you, sir.
[Exit.]
FALSTAFF.
I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word to stay within.
I like his money well. O! here he comes.
[Enter FORD disguised.]
FORD.
Bless you, sir!
FALSTAFF.
Now, Master Brook, you come to know what hath passed between me
and Ford's wife?
FORD.
That, indeed, Sir John, is my business.
FALSTAFF.
Master Brook, I will not lie to you: I was at her house the hour
she appointed me.
FORD.
And how sped you, sir?
FALSTAFF.
Very ill-favouredly, Master Brook.
FORD.
How so, sir? did she change her determination?
FALSTAFF.
No. Master Brook; but the peaking cornuto her husband, Master Brook,
dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant
of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as
it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a
rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his
distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.
FORD.
What! while you were there?
FALSTAFF.
While I was there.
FORD.
And did he search for you, and could not find you?
FALSTAFF.
You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress
Page; gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and, in her invention
and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.
FORD.
A buck-basket!
FALSTAFF.
By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul shirts and
smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins, that, Master Brook,
there was the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever
offended nostril.
FORD.
And how long lay you there?
FALSTAFF.
Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffered to bring
this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket,
a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their
mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane;
they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave their
master in the door; who asked them once or twice what they had in
their basket. I quaked for fear lest the lunatic knave would have
searched it; but Fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his
hand. Well, on went he for a search, and away went I for foul
clothes. But mark the sequel, Master Brook: I suffered the pangs
of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright to be
detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether; next, to be compassed
like a good bilbo in the circumference of a peck, hilt to
point, heel to head; and then, to be stopped in, like a strong
distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their own
grease: think of that; a man of my kidney, think of that, that am
as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and
thaw: it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height
of this bath, when I was more than half stewed in grease, like
a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing
hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that, hissing hot,
think of that, Master Brook!
FORD.
In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffered
all this. My suit, then, is desperate; you'll undertake her no more.
FALSTAFF.
Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into
Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her husband is this morning
gone a-birding; I have received from her another embassy of
meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook.
FORD.
'Tis past eight already, sir.
FALSTAFF.
Is it? I will then address me to my appointment. Come to me at
your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed, and the
conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her: adieu. You
shall have her, Master Brook; Master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford.
[Exit.]
FORD.
Hum! ha! Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep? Master Ford,
awake; awake, Master Ford. There's a hole made in your best coat,
Master Ford. This 'tis to be married; this 'tis to have linen and
buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself what I am; I will now
take the lecher; he is at my house. He cannot scape me; 'tis
impossible he should; he cannot creep into a half-penny purse, nor
into a pepper box; but, lest the devil that guides him should aid
him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot
avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame; if I
have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me; I'll be
horn-mad.
[Exit.]
ACT IV.
SCENE I. The street.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS QUICKLY, and WILLIAM.]
MRS. PAGE.
Is he at Master Ford's already, think'st thou?
QUICKLY.
Sure he is by this; or will be presently; but truly he is very
courageous mad about his throwing into the water. Mistress Ford
desires you to come suddenly.
MRS. PAGE.
I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young man here to
school. Look where his master comes; 'tis a playing day, I see.
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS.]
How now, Sir Hugh, no school to-day?
EVANS.
No; Master Slender is let the boys leave to play.
QUICKLY.
Blessing of his heart!
MRS. PAGE.
Sir Hugh, my husband says my son profits nothing in the world at
his book; I pray you ask him some questions in his accidence.
EVANS.
Come hither, William; hold up your head; come.
MRS. PAGE.
Come on, sirrah; hold up your head; answer your master; be not afraid.
EVANS.
William, how many numbers is in nouns?
WILLIAM.
Two.
QUICKLY.
Truly, I thought there had been one number more, because they say
'Od's nouns.'
EVANS.
Peace your tattlings! What is 'fair,' William?
WILLIAM.
Pulcher.
QUICKLY.
Polecats! There are fairer things than polecats, sure.
EVANS.
You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray you, peace. What is
'lapis,' William?
WILLIAM.
A stone.
EVANS.
And what is 'a stone,' William?
WILLIAM.
A pebble.
EVANS.
No, it is 'lapis'; I pray you remember in your prain.
WILLIAM.
Lapis.
EVANS.
That is a good William. What is he, William, that does lend articles?
WILLIAM.
Articles are borrowed of the pronoun, and be thus declined:
Singulariter, nominativo; hic, haec, hoc.
EVANS.
Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, mark: genitivo, hujus. Well,
what is your accusative case?
WILLIAM.
Accusativo, hinc.
EVANS.
I pray you, have your remembrance, child. Accusativo, hung, hang, hog.
QUICKLY.
'Hang-hog' is Latin for bacon, I warrant you.
EVANS.
Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the focative case, William?
WILLIAM.
O vocativo, O.
EVANS.
Remember, William: focative is caret.
QUICKLY.
And that's a good root.
EVANS.
'Oman, forbear.
MRS. PAGE.
Peace.
EVANS.
What is your genitive case plural, William?
WILLIAM.
Genitive case?
EVANS.
Ay.
WILLIAM.
Genitive: horum, harum, horum.
QUICKLY.
Vengeance of Jenny's case; fie on her! Never name her, child, if
she be a whore.
EVANS.
For shame, 'oman.
QUICKLY.
You do ill to teach the child such words. He teaches him to hick
and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves; and to
call 'horum;' fie upon you!
EVANS.
'Oman, art thou lunatics? Hast thou no understandings for thy cases,
and the numbers of the genders? Thou art as foolish Christian
creatures as I would desires.
MRS. PAGE.
Prithee, hold thy peace.
EVANS.
Show me now, William, some declensions of your pronouns.
WILLIAM.
Forsooth, I have forgot.
EVANS.
It is qui, quae, quod; if you forget your 'quis', your 'quaes',
and your 'quods', you must be preeches. Go your ways and play; go.
MRS. PAGE.
He is a better scholar than I thought he was.
EVANS.
He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mistress Page.
MRS. PAGE.
Adieu, good Sir Hugh.
[Exit SIR HUGH.]
Get you home, boy. Come, we stay too long.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2. A room in FORD'S house.
[Enter FALSTAFF and MISTRESS FORD.]
FALSTAFF.
Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance. I see you
are obsequious in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's
breadth; not only, Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love,
but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But
are you sure of your husband now?
MRS. FORD.
He's a-birding, sweet Sir John.
MRS. PAGE.
[Within.] What ho! gossip Ford, what ho!
MRS. FORD.
Step into the chamber, Sir John.
[Exit FALSTAFF.]
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE.]
MRS. PAGE.
How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself?
MRS. FORD.
Why, none but mine own people.
MRS. PAGE.
Indeed!
MRS. FORD.
No, certainly.--[Aside to her.] Speak louder.
MRS. PAGE.
Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here.
MRS. FORD.
Why?
MRS. PAGE.
Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again. He so takes
on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind;
so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so
buffets himself on the forehead, crying 'Peer out, peer out!'
that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tameness, civility,
and patience, to this his distemper he is in now. I am glad the
fat knight is not here.
MRS. FORD.
Why, does he talk of him?
MRS. PAGE.
Of none but him; and swears he was carried out, the last time he
searched for him, in a basket; protests to my husband he is now
here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their company from their
sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion. But I am glad
the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery.
MRS. FORD.
How near is he, Mistress Page?
MRS. PAGE.
Hard by, at street end; he will be here anon.
MRS. FORD.
I am undone! the knight is here.
MRS. PAGE.
Why, then, you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man. What
a woman are you! Away with him, away with him! better shame than
murder.
MRS. FORD.
Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him
into the basket again?
[Re-enter FALSTAFF.}
FALSTAFF.
No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I not go out ere he come?
MRS. PAGE.
Alas! three of Master Ford's brothers watch the door with pistols,
that none shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he
came. But what make you here?
FALSTAFF.
What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney.
MRS. FORD.
There they always use to discharge their birding-pieces.
MRS. PAGE.
Creep into the kiln-hole.
FALSTAFF.
Where is it?
MRS. FORD.
He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk,
well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such
places, and goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in
the house.
FALSTAFF.
I'll go out then.
MRS. PAGE.
If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John. Unless
you go out disguised,--
MRS. FORD.
How might we disguise him?
MRS. PAGE.
Alas the day! I know not! There is no woman's gown big enough for
him; otherwise he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief,
and so escape.
FALSTAFF.
Good hearts, devise something: any extremity rather than a mischief.
MRS. FORD.
My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brainford, has a gown above.
MRS. PAGE.
On my word, it will serve him; she's as big as he is; and there's
her thrummed hat, and her muffler too. Run up, Sir John.
MRS. FORD.
Go, go, sweet Sir John. Mistress Page and I will look some linen
for your head.
MRS. PAGE.
Quick, quick! we'll come dress you straight; put on the gown the while.
[Exit FALSTAFF.]
MRS. FORD.
I would my husband would meet him in this shape; he cannot abide
the old woman of Brainford; he swears she's a witch, forbade her
my house, and hath threatened to beat her.
MRS. PAGE.
Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel; and the devil guide his
cudgel afterwards!
MRS. FORD.
But is my husband coming?
MRS. PAGE.
Ay, in good sadness is he; and talks of the basket too, howsoever
he hath had intelligence.
MRS. FORD.
We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the basket again,
to meet him at the door with it as they did last time.
MRS. PAGE.
Nay, but he'll be here presently; let's go dress him like the
witch of Brainford.
MRS. FORD.
I'll first direct my men what they shall do with the basket. Go up;
I'll bring linen for him straight.
[Exit.]
MRS. PAGE.
Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough.
We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Wives may be merry and yet honest too.
We do not act that often jest and laugh;
'Tis old but true: 'Still swine eats all the draff.'
[Exit.]
[Re-enter MISTRESS FORD, with two SERVANTS.]
MRS. FORD.
Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders; your master is
hard at door; if he bid you set it down, obey him. Quickly, dispatch.
[Exit.]
FIRST SERVANT.
Come, come, take it up.
SECOND SERVANT.
Pray heaven, it be not full of knight again.
FIRST SERVANT.
I hope not; I had lief as bear so much lead.
[Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS.]
FORD.
Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any way then to
unfool me again? Set down the basket, villain! Somebody call my
wife. Youth in a basket! O you panderly rascals! there's a knot,
a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me. Now shall the devil be
shamed. What, wife, I say! Come, come forth! behold what honest
clothes you send forth to bleaching!
PAGE.
Why, this passes, Master Ford! you are not to go loose any longer;
you must be pinioned.
EVANS.
Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad dog.
SHALLOW.
Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed.
FORD.
So say I too, sir.--
[Re-enter MISTRESS FORD.]
Come hither, Mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife,
the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband!
I suspect without cause, Mistress, do I?
MRS. FORD.
Heaven be my witness, you do, if you suspect me in any dishonesty.
FORD.
Well said, brazen-face! hold it out. Come forth, sirrah.
[Pulling clothes out of the basket.]
PAGE.
This passes!
MRS. FORD.
Are you not ashamed? Let the clothes alone.
FORD.
I shall find you anon.
EVANS.
'Tis unreasonable. Will you take up your wife's clothes? Come away.
FORD.
Empty the basket, I say!
MRS. FORD.
Why, man, why?
FORD.
Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed out of my house
yesterday in this basket: why may not he be there again? In my
house I am sure he is; my intelligence is true; my jealousy is
reasonable. Pluck me out all the linen.
MRS. FORD.
If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death.
PAGE.
Here's no man.
SHALLOW.
By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford; this wrongs you.
EVANS.
Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of
your own heart; this is jealousies.
FORD.
Well, he's not here I seek for.
PAGE.
No, nor nowhere else but in your brain.
[Servants carry away the basket.]
FORD.
Help to search my house this one time. If I find not what I
seek, show no colour for my extremity; let me for ever be your
table-sport; let them say of me 'As jealous as Ford, that searched
a hollow walnut for his wife's leman.' Satisfy me once more; once
more search with me.
MRS. FORD.
What, hoa, Mistress Page! Come you and the old woman down; my
husband will come into the chamber.
FORD.
Old woman? what old woman's that?
MRS. FORD.
Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brainford.
FORD.
A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her
my house? She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men;
we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of
fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by the figure,
and such daubery as this is, beyond our element. We know nothing.
Come down, you witch, you hag you; come down, I say!
MRS. FORD.
Nay, good sweet husband! Good gentlemen, let him not strike the
old woman.
[Re-enter FALSTAFF in woman's clothes, led by MISTRESS PAGE.]
MRS. PAGE.
Come, Mother Prat; come, give me your hand.
FORD.
I'll prat her.--[Beats him.] Out of my door, you witch, you rag,
you baggage, you polecat, you ronyon! Out, out! I'll conjure you,
I'll fortune-tell you.
[Exit FALSTAFF.]
MRS. PAGE.
Are you not ashamed? I think you have killed the poor woman.
MRS. FORD.
Nay, he will do it. 'Tis a goodly credit for you.
FORD.
Hang her, witch!
EVANS.
By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch indeed; I like not when
a 'oman has a great peard; I spy a great peard under her muffler.
FORD.
Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you follow; see but the issue
of my jealousy; if I cry out thus upon no trail, never trust me
when I open again.
PAGE.
Let's obey his humour a little further. Come, gentlemen.
[Exeunt FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and EVANS.]
MRS. PAGE.
Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
MRS. FORD.
Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most unpitifully
methought.
MRS. PAGE.
I'll have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the altar; it hath
done meritorious service.
MRS. FORD.
What think you? May we, with the warrant of womanhood and the
witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?
MRS. PAGE.
The spirit of wantonness is sure scared out of him; if the devil
have him not in fee-simple, with fine and recovery, he will never,
I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.
MRS. FORD.
Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?
MRS. PAGE.
Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the figures out of
your husband's brains. If they can find in their hearts the poor
unvirtuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will
still be the ministers.
MRS. FORD.
I'll warrant they'll have him publicly shamed; and methinks there
would be no period to the jest, should he not be publicly shamed.
MRS. PAGE.
Come, to the forge with it then; shape it. I would not have things
cool.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 3. A room in the Garter Inn.
[Enter HOST and BARDOLPH.]
BARDOLPH.
Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your horses; the Duke
himself will be to-morrow at court, and they are going to meet him.
HOST.
What duke should that be comes so secretly? I hear not of him in
the court. Let me speak with the gentlemen; they speak English?
BARDOLPH.
Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.
HOST.
They shall have my horses, but I'll make them pay; I'll sauce them;
they have had my house a week at command; I have turned away my
other guests. They must come off; I'll sauce them. Come.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 4. A room in FORD'S house.
[Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and SIR HUGH
EVANS.]
EVANS.
'Tis one of the best discretions of a 'oman as ever I did look upon.
PAGE.
And did he send you both these letters at an instant?
MRS. PAGE.
Within a quarter of an hour.
FORD.
Pardon me, wife. Henceforth, do what thou wilt;
I rather will suspect the sun with cold
Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour stand,
In him that was of late an heretic,
As firm as faith.
PAGE.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
Be not as extreme in submission
As in offence;
But let our plot go forward: let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him and disgrace him for it.
FORD.
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
PAGE.
How? To send him word they'll meet him in the park at midnight?
Fie, fie! he'll never come!
EVANS.
You say he has been thrown in the rivers; and has been grievously
peaten as an old 'oman; methinks there should be terrors in him,
that he should not come; methinks his flesh is punished; he shall
have no desires.
PAGE.
So think I too.
MRS. FORD.
Devise but how you'll use him when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
MRS. PAGE.
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Received, and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
PAGE.
Why, yet there want not many that do fear
In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak.
But what of this?
MRS. FORD.
Marry, this is our device;
That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,
Disguis'd, like Herne, with huge horns on his head.
PAGE.
Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come,
And in this shape. When you have brought him thither,
What shall be done with him? What is your plot?
MRS. PAGE.
That likewise have we thought upon, and thus:
Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,
And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress
Like urchins, ouphs, and fairies, green and white,
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
And rattles in their hands. Upon a sudden,
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
Let them from forth a sawpit rush at once
With some diffused song; upon their sight
We two in great amazedness will fly:
Then let them all encircle him about,
And fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight;
And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread
In shape profane.
MRS. FORD.
And till he tell the truth,
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,
And burn him with their tapers.
MRS. PAGE.
The truth being known,
We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit,
And mock him home to Windsor.
FORD.
The children must
Be practis'd well to this or they'll ne'er do 't.
EVANS.
I will teach the children their behaviours; and I will
be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with my
taber.
FORD.
That will be excellent. I'll go buy them vizards.
MRS. PAGE.
My Nan shall be the Queen of all the Fairies,
Finely attired in a robe of white.
PAGE.
That silk will I go buy. [Aside.] And in that time
Shall Master Slender steal my Nan away,
And marry her at Eton. Go, send to Falstaff straight.
FORD.
Nay, I'll to him again, in name of Brook;
He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come.
MRS. PAGE.
Fear not you that. Go, get us properties
And tricking for our fairies.
EVANS.
Let us about it. It is admirable pleasures, and fery
honest knaveries.
[Exeunt PAGE, FORD, and EVANS.]
MRS. PAGE.
Go, Mistress Ford.
Send Quickly to Sir John to know his mind.
[Exit MRS. FORD.]
I'll to the Doctor; he hath my good will,
And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.
That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot;
And he my husband best of all affects:
The Doctor is well money'd, and his friends
Potent at court: he, none but he, shall have her,
Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
[Exit.]
SCENE 5. A room in the Garter Inn.
[Enter HOST and SIMPLE.]
HOST.
What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thick-skin? Speak, breathe,
discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.
SIMPLE.
Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master Slender.
HOST.
There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed and
truckle-bed; 'tis painted about with the story of the Prodigal,
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