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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 tale ;-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 allicholly? 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 scest 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 ?
SCENE I. Before Page's House.
Enter Mistress Page, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I ’scaped love-letters in the holy-day 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," 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,
1 She means, I protest.
Thine own true knight,
kind of light,
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 behavior 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 fat 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 very ill.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.
1 The meaning of this passage is at present obscure. Dr. Johnson conjectured, with much probability, that Shakspeare wrote Physician, which would render the sense obvious.
Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.
I could show you 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 honor!
Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman ; take the honor: 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 should'st not alter the article of thy gentry.
Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:2 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 woman'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 1 trow, threw this whale, with so many tons 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
1 To hack was the appropriate term for chopping off the spurs of a knight when he was to be degraded. The meaning therefore appears to be—“ These knights will degrade you for an unqualified pretender.” Another explanation has been offered-supposing this to be a covert reflection upon the prodigal distribution of the honor of knighthood by King James: “These knights will soon become so hackneyed that your nonor will not be increased by becoming one."
2 A proverb applicable to superfluous actions in general.
, more,) and these are of the second edition : He will print them out of doubt: for he cares 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.
Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: What doth he think of us ?
Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll 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
Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to
, keep him above deck. Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my
hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him : let's 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.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany 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.
Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.
Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman.
Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy knight : Come hither.
[They retire. 23
Enter FORD, Pistol, Page, and Nym. Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.
Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Sir John affects thy wife.
Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
young and old, one with another, Ford: He loves the gally-mawfry;? Ford, perpend.
Ford. Love my wife?
Pist. With liver burning hot:4 Prevent, or go thou, Like Sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels: 0, odious is the name !
Ford. What name, sir?
Pist. The horn, 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. I will be patient; I will find out this.
Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not the humor of lying. He hath wronged me in some humors; I should have borne the humored letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's 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! I love not the humor of bread and cheese ; and there's the humor of it. ;
[Exit Nym. 1 A curtail dog was a common dog not meant for sport, part of the tails of such dogs being commonly cut off while they are puppies; it was a prevalent notion that the tail of a dog was necessary to him in running; hence a dog that missed his game was called a curtail, from which cur is probably derived. 2 A medley. 3 Consider. 4 The liver was anciently supposed to be the inspirer of amorous pas