Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. Shal. He hath wronged me, Master Page. 105 Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shal. 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 is wronged. Page. Here comes Sir John. 112 Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL. Fal. Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king? Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. 116 Fal. But not kissed your keeper's daughter? Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answered. Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, 'He hears with ear?' Why, it is affectations. Fal. Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse? 157 Slen. 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 Yead Miller, by these gloves. Fal. Is this true, Pistol? 164 Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. 163 Nym. Be avised, sir, and pass good humours. I will say, 'marry trap,' with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on me: that is the very note of it. 174 Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Eva. It is his 'five senses;' fie, what the ignorance is! 183 Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires. Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter. I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. 191 Eva. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the faul is in the ort 'dissolutely:' the ort is, ac ing is goot. How now, Simple! Where have you been? Icording to our meaning, 'resolutely.' His meanmust wait on myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles about you, have you? 209 Sim. Book of Riddles! why, did you not lend # to Alice Shortcake upon All-Hallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas? 212 Shal. 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 ty Sir Hugh here: do you understand me? 216 Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable: if it be so, I shall do that that is reason. Shal. Nay, but understand me. Slen. So I do, sir. la! Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. Shal. Here comes fair Mistress Anne. Re-enter ANNE PAGE. 268 220 Eva. Give ear to his motions, Master Slender: I will description the matter to you, if you pe capacity of it. Shal. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne. 36 Pist. Young ravens must have food. Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. Pist. Two yards, and more. 41 And high and low beguile the rich and poor. Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge. Pist. Wilt thou revenge? 97 Fal. 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 Ford's wife: I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves, she 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 I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. John Falstaff's.' 51 Fal. Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband's purse; he hath a legion of angels. Pist. As many devils entertain, and 'To her, boy,' say I. 60 Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her; and here another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious œilliades: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. 68 Nym. I thank thee for that humour. Fal. O! she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass. Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be 'cheator 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 Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford. We will thrive, lads, we will thrive. 80 Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer Nym. By welkin and her star! Pist. With wit or steel? Nym. With both the humours, I: 100 104 Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour. 110 Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I SCENE IV.-A Room in DOCTOR CAIUS's House. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't 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: 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? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. 16 Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard like a glover's paring-knife? 21 Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wheyface, with a little yellow beard-a cane-colcured beard. 24 Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? |