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?
Rob.
I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man
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than follow him like a dwarf.
Mrs Page.
O, you are a flattering boy: now I see you’ll be a courtier.
Ford.
Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
Mrs Page.
Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
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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?
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Mrs Page.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is husband had him of.
—What do you call your knight’s name, sirrah?
Rob.
Sir John Falstaff.
Ford. Sir John Falstaff!
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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.
III. 2.
25 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: 30 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 35 veil of modesty from the so seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock heard.] The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search: there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather 40 praised for this than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is there: I will go.
25 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: 30 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 35 veil of modesty from the so seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock heard.] The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search: there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather 40 praised for this than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is there: I will go.
Shal., 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.
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Shal. I must excuse myself, Master Ford.
Slen. 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.
Shal.
We have lingered about a match between Anne
III. 2.
50 Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
50 Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
Slen.
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.
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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
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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 Poins; he is of too high a
region; he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes
with
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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;
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I will show you a monster. Master doctor, you shall go; so shall you,
Master Page; and you, Sir Hugh.
Shal.
Well, fare you well: we shall have the freer wooing at Master
Page’s.
Exeunt Shal. and Slen.
Caius.
Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.
Exit Rugby.
III. 2.
75 Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. Exit.
75 Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. Exit.
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.
