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In
The Merry Wives of Windsor
, fat, disreputable Sir John Falstaff pursues two housewives, Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, who outwit and humiliate him instead. Meanwhile, three suitors seek the hand of Anne Page, Mistress Page’s daughter.
Falstaff hopes to seduce the wives so he can gain access to their husbands’ wealth. Ford learns of Falstaff’s approaches and is consumed by jealousy. In disguise, he befriends Falstaff to learn about Mistress Ford’s behavior. The wives, however, trick Falstaff and Ford. As Falstaff visits Mistress Ford, Mistress Page announces that Ford is coming. Falstaff hides in a basket of dirty laundry and is thrown in the river.
Another visit ends similarly: Falstaff disguises himself as “the fat woman of Brentford,” whom Ford hates. Ford beats “her” in anger. Finally, Falstaff is lured to a comical nighttime rendezvous where all of Windsor comes together, Falstaff is publicly humiliated, and Ford admits his folly. Two of Anne Page’s suitors elope with boys in disguise while Anne marries her chosen suitor, Fenton.
ACT
1
Scene
1
Enter
Justice
Shallow
,
Slender
,
and
Sir
Hugh
Evans
.
Sir
Hugh
,
persuade
me
not
.
I
will
make
a
Star-Chamber
matter
of
it
.
If
he
were
twenty
Sir
John
Falstaffs
,
he
shall
not
abuse
Robert
Shallow
,
Esquire
.
In
the
county
of
Gloucester
,
Justice
of
Peace
and
Coram
.
Ay
,
Cousin
Slender
,
and
Custalorum
.
Ay
,
and
Ratolorum
too
;
and
a
gentleman
born
,
Master
Parson
,
who
writes
himself
Armigero
in
any
bill
,
warrant
,
quittance
,
or
obligation
—
Armigero
!
Ay
,
that
I
do
,
and
have
done
any
time
these
three
hundred
years
.
All
his
successors
gone
before
him
hath
done
’t
,
and
all
his
ancestors
that
come
after
him
may
.
They
may
give
the
dozen
white
luces
in
their
coat
.
It
is
an
old
coat
.
The
dozen
white
louses
do
become
an
old
coat
well
.
It
agrees
well
,
passant
.
It
is
a
familiar
beast
to
man
and
signifies
love
.
The
luce
is
the
fresh
fish
.
The
salt
fish
is
an
old
coat
.
I
may
quarter
,
coz
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
You
may
,
by
marrying
.
It
is
marring
indeed
,
if
he
quarter
it
.
Not
a
whit
.
Yes
,
py
’r
Lady
.
If
he
has
a
quarter
of
your
coat
,
there
is
but
three
skirts
for
yourself
,
in
my
simple
conjectures
.
But
that
is
all
one
.
If
Sir
John
Falstaff
have
committed
disparagements
unto
you
,
I
am
of
the
Church
,
and
will
be
glad
to
do
my
benevolence
to
make
atonements
and
compromises
between
you
.
The
Council
shall
hear
it
;
it
is
a
riot
.
It
is
not
meet
the
Council
hear
a
riot
.
There
is
no
fear
of
Got
in
a
riot
.
The
Council
,
look
you
,
shall
desire
to
hear
the
fear
of
Got
,
and
not
to
hear
a
riot
.
Take
your
visaments
in
that
.
Ha
!
O’
my
life
,
if
I
were
young
again
,
the
sword
should
end
it
.
It
is
petter
that
friends
is
the
sword
,
and
end
it
.
And
there
is
also
another
device
in
my
prain
,
which
peradventure
prings
goot
discretions
with
it
.
There
is
Anne
Page
,
which
is
daughter
to
Master
Thomas
Page
,
which
is
pretty
virginity
.
Mistress
Anne
Page
?
She
has
brown
hair
and
speaks
small
like
a
woman
?
It
is
that
fery
person
for
all
the
’orld
,
as
just
as
you
will
desire
.
And
seven
hundred
pounds
of
moneys
,
and
gold
,
and
silver
,
is
her
grandsire
upon
his
death’s-bed
(
Got
deliver
to
a
joyful
resurrections
!
)
give
,
when
she
is
able
to
overtake
seventeen
years
old
.
It
were
a
goot
motion
if
we
leave
our
pribbles
and
prabbles
,
and
desire
a
marriage
between
Master
Abraham
and
Mistress
Anne
Page
.
Did
her
grandsire
leave
her
seven
hundred
pound
?
Ay
,
and
her
father
is
make
her
a
petter
penny
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
I
know
the
young
gentlewoman
.
She
has
good
gifts
.
Seven
hundred
pounds
and
possibilities
is
goot
gifts
.
Well
,
let
us
see
honest
Master
Page
.
Is
Falstaff
there
?
Shall
I
tell
you
a
lie
?
I
do
despise
a
liar
as
I
do
despise
one
that
is
false
,
or
as
I
despise
one
that
is
not
true
.
The
knight
Sir
John
is
there
,
and
I
beseech
you
be
ruled
by
your
well-willers
.
I
will
peat
the
door
for
Master
Page
.
He
knocks
.
What
ho
?
Got
pless
your
house
here
.
,
within
Who’s
there
?
Here
is
Got’s
plessing
,
and
your
friend
,
and
Justice
Shallow
,
and
here
young
Master
Slender
,
that
peradventures
shall
tell
you
another
tale
,
if
matters
grow
to
your
likings
.
Enter
Master
Page
.
I
am
glad
to
see
your
Worships
well
.
I
thank
you
for
my
venison
,
Master
Shallow
.
Master
Page
,
I
am
glad
to
see
you
.
Much
good
do
it
your
good
heart
!
I
wished
your
venison
better
;
it
was
ill
killed
.
How
doth
good
Mistress
Page
?
And
I
thank
you
always
with
my
heart
,
la
,
with
my
heart
.
Sir
,
I
thank
you
.
Sir
,
I
thank
you
;
by
yea
and
no
,
I
do
.
I
am
glad
to
see
you
,
good
Master
Slender
.
How
does
your
fallow
greyhound
,
sir
?
I
heard
say
he
was
outrun
on
Cotsall
.
It
could
not
be
judged
,
sir
.
You’ll
not
confess
,
you’ll
not
confess
.
That
he
will
not
.
’Tis
your
fault
,
’tis
your
fault
.
’Tis
a
good
dog
.
A
cur
,
sir
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Sir
,
he’s
a
good
dog
and
a
fair
dog
.
Can
there
be
more
said
?
He
is
good
and
fair
.
Is
Sir
John
Falstaff
here
?
Sir
,
he
is
within
,
and
I
would
I
could
do
a
good
office
between
you
.
It
is
spoke
as
a
Christians
ought
to
speak
.
He
hath
wronged
me
,
Master
Page
.
Sir
,
he
doth
in
some
sort
confess
it
.
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
.
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
,
Bardolph
,
Nym
,
and
Pistol
.
Here
comes
Sir
John
.
Now
,
Master
Shallow
,
you’ll
complain
of
me
to
the
King
?
Knight
,
you
have
beaten
my
men
,
killed
my
deer
,
and
broke
open
my
lodge
.
But
not
kissed
your
keeper’s
daughter
.
Tut
,
a
pin
.
This
shall
be
answered
.
I
will
answer
it
straight
:
I
have
done
all
this
.
That
is
now
answered
.
The
Council
shall
know
this
.
’Twere
better
for
you
if
it
were
known
in
counsel
.
You’ll
be
laughed
at
.
Pauca
verba
,
Sir
John
,
good
worts
.
Good
worts
?
Good
cabbage
!
—
Slender
,
I
broke
your
head
.
What
matter
have
you
against
me
?
Marry
,
sir
,
I
have
matter
in
my
head
against
you
and
against
your
cony-catching
rascals
,
Bardolph
,
Nym
,
and
Pistol
.
You
Banbury
cheese
!
Ay
,
it
is
no
matter
.
How
now
,
Mephostophilus
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
Ay
,
it
is
no
matter
.
Slice
,
I
say
!
Pauca
,
pauca
.
Slice
,
that’s
my
humor
.
,
(
to
Shallow
)
Where’s
Simple
,
my
man
?
Can
you
tell
,
cousin
?
Peace
,
I
pray
you
.
Now
let
us
understand
;
there
is
three
umpires
in
this
matter
,
as
I
understand
:
that
is
,
Master
Page
(
fidelicet
Master
Page
)
;
and
there
is
myself
(
fidelicet
myself
)
;
and
the
three
party
is
,
lastly
and
finally
,
mine
Host
of
the
Garter
.
We
three
to
hear
it
and
end
it
between
them
.
Fery
goot
.
I
will
make
a
prief
of
it
in
my
notebook
,
and
we
will
afterwards
’ork
upon
the
cause
with
as
great
discreetly
as
we
can
.
Pistol
.
He
hears
with
ears
.
The
tevil
and
his
tam
!
What
phrase
is
this
,
He
hears
with
ear
?
Why
,
it
is
affectations
.
Pistol
,
did
you
pick
Master
Slender’s
purse
?
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
twopence
apiece
of
Yed
Miller
,
by
these
gloves
.
Is
this
true
,
Pistol
?
No
,
it
is
false
,
if
it
is
a
pickpurse
.
Ha
,
thou
mountain
foreigner
!
—
Sir
John
and
master
mine
,
I
combat
challenge
of
this
latten
bilbo
.
—
Word
of
denial
in
thy
labras
here
!
Word
of
denial
!
Froth
and
scum
,
thou
liest
.
,
indicating
Nym
By
these
gloves
,
then
’twas
he
.
Be
avised
,
sir
,
and
pass
good
humors
.
I
will
say
marry
trap
with
you
if
you
run
the
nuthook’s
humor
on
me
.
That
is
the
very
note
of
it
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
By
this
hat
,
then
,
he
in
the
red
face
had
it
.
For
,
though
I
cannot
remember
what
I
did
when
you
made
me
drunk
,
yet
I
am
not
altogether
an
ass
.
What
say
you
,
Scarlet
and
John
?
Why
,
sir
,
for
my
part
,
I
say
the
gentleman
had
drunk
himself
out
of
his
five
sentences
.
It
is
his
five
senses
.
Fie
,
what
the
ignorance
is
!
,
to
Falstaff
And
being
fap
,
sir
,
was
,
as
they
say
,
cashiered
.
And
so
conclusions
passed
the
careers
.
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
.
So
Got
’udge
me
,
that
is
a
virtuous
mind
.
You
hear
all
these
matters
denied
,
gentlemen
.
You
hear
it
.
Enter
Anne
Page
with
wine
.
Nay
,
daughter
,
carry
the
wine
in
.
We’ll
drink
within
.
Anne
Page
exits
.
O
heaven
,
this
is
Mistress
Anne
Page
.
Enter
Mistress
Ford
and
Mistress
Page
.
How
now
,
Mistress
Ford
?
Mistress
Ford
,
by
my
troth
,
you
are
very
well
met
.
By
your
leave
,
good
mistress
.
He
kisses
her
.
Wife
,
bid
these
gentlemen
welcome
.
—
Come
,
we
have
a
hot
venison
pasty
to
dinner
.
Come
,
gentlemen
,
I
hope
we
shall
drink
down
all
unkindness
.
All
but
Slender
,
Shallow
,
and
Sir
Hugh
exit
.
I
had
rather
than
forty
shillings
I
had
my
book
of
Songs
and
Sonnets
here
!
ACT 1. SC. 1
Enter
Simple
.
How
now
,
Simple
?
Where
have
you
been
?
I
must
wait
on
myself
,
must
I
?
You
have
not
the
Book
of
Riddles
about
you
,
have
you
?
Book
of
Riddles
?
Why
,
did
you
not
lend
it
to
Alice
Shortcake
upon
Allhallowmas
last
,
a
fortnight
afore
Michaelmas
?
,
to
Slender
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
by
Sir
Hugh
here
.
Do
you
understand
me
?
Ay
,
sir
,
you
shall
find
me
reasonable
.
If
it
be
so
,
I
shall
do
that
that
is
reason
.
Nay
,
but
understand
me
.
So
I
do
,
sir
.
Give
ear
to
his
motions
,
Master
Slender
.
I
will
description
the
matter
to
you
,
if
you
be
capacity
of
it
.
Nay
,
I
will
do
as
my
cousin
Shallow
says
.
I
pray
you
,
pardon
me
.
He’s
a
Justice
of
Peace
in
his
country
,
simple
though
I
stand
here
.
But
that
is
not
the
question
.
The
question
is
concerning
your
marriage
.
Ay
,
there’s
the
point
,
sir
.
Marry
,
is
it
,
the
very
point
of
it
—
to
Mistress
Anne
Page
.
Why
,
if
it
be
so
,
I
will
marry
her
upon
any
reasonable
demands
.
But
can
you
affection
the
’oman
?
Let
us
command
to
know
that
of
your
mouth
,
or
of
your
lips
;
for
divers
philosophers
hold
that
the
lips
is
parcel
of
the
mouth
.
Therefore
,
precisely
,
can
you
carry
your
good
will
to
the
maid
?
Cousin
Abraham
Slender
,
can
you
love
her
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
I
hope
,
sir
,
I
will
do
as
it
shall
become
one
that
would
do
reason
.
Nay
,
Got’s
lords
and
His
ladies
!
You
must
speak
positable
,
if
you
can
carry
her
your
desires
towards
her
.
That
you
must
.
Will
you
,
upon
good
dowry
,
marry
her
?
I
will
do
a
greater
thing
than
that
,
upon
your
request
,
cousin
,
in
any
reason
.
Nay
,
conceive
me
,
conceive
me
,
sweet
coz
.
What
I
do
is
to
pleasure
you
,
coz
.
Can
you
love
the
maid
?
I
will
marry
her
,
sir
,
at
your
request
.
But
if
there
be
no
great
love
in
the
beginning
,
yet
heaven
may
decrease
it
upon
better
acquaintance
,
when
we
are
married
and
have
more
occasion
to
know
one
another
.
I
hope
upon
familiarity
will
grow
more
content
.
But
if
you
say
Marry
her
,
I
will
marry
her
.
That
I
am
freely
dissolved
,
and
dissolutely
.
It
is
a
fery
discretion
answer
,
save
the
fall
is
in
the
’ord
dissolutely
.
The
’ort
is
,
according
to
our
meaning
,
resolutely
.
His
meaning
is
good
.
Ay
,
I
think
my
cousin
meant
well
.
Ay
,
or
else
I
would
I
might
be
hanged
,
la
!
Enter
Anne
Page
.
Here
comes
fair
Mistress
Anne
.
—
Would
I
were
young
for
your
sake
,
Mistress
Anne
.
The
dinner
is
on
the
table
.
My
father
desires
your
Worships’
company
.
I
will
wait
on
him
,
fair
Mistress
Anne
.
’Od’s
plessèd
will
,
I
will
not
be
absence
at
the
grace
.
Sir
Hugh
and
Shallow
exit
.
,
to
Slender
Will
’t
please
your
Worship
to
come
in
,
sir
?
ACT 1. SC. 1
No
,
I
thank
you
,
forsooth
,
heartily
.
I
am
very
well
.
The
dinner
attends
you
,
sir
.
I
am
not
ahungry
,
I
thank
you
,
forsooth
.
(
To
Simple
.
)
Go
,
sirrah
,
for
all
you
are
my
man
,
go
wait
upon
my
cousin
Shallow
.
(
Simple
exits
.
)
A
Justice
of
Peace
sometime
may
be
beholding
to
his
friend
for
a
man
.
I
keep
but
three
men
and
a
boy
yet
,
till
my
mother
be
dead
.
But
what
though
?
Yet
I
live
like
a
poor
gentleman
born
.
I
may
not
go
in
without
your
Worship
.
They
will
not
sit
till
you
come
.
I’
faith
,
I’ll
eat
nothing
.
I
thank
you
as
much
as
though
I
did
.
I
pray
you
,
sir
,
walk
in
.
I
had
rather
walk
here
,
I
thank
you
.
I
bruised
my
shin
th’
other
day
with
playing
at
sword
and
dagger
with
a
master
of
fence
—
three
veneys
for
a
dish
of
stewed
prunes
—
and
,
by
my
troth
,
I
cannot
abide
the
smell
of
hot
meat
since
.
Why
do
your
dogs
bark
so
?
Be
there
bears
i’
th’
town
?
I
think
there
are
,
sir
.
I
heard
them
talked
of
.
I
love
the
sport
well
,
but
I
shall
as
soon
quarrel
at
it
as
any
man
in
England
.
You
are
afraid
if
you
see
the
bear
loose
,
are
you
not
?
Ay
,
indeed
,
sir
.
That’s
meat
and
drink
to
me
,
now
.
I
have
seen
Sackerson
loose
twenty
times
,
and
have
taken
him
by
the
chain
.
But
,
I
warrant
you
,
the
women
have
so
cried
and
shrieked
at
it
that
it
passed
.
But
women
,
indeed
,
cannot
abide
’em
;
they
are
very
ill-favored
rough
things
.
Enter
Page
.
Come
,
gentle
Master
Slender
,
come
.
We
stay
for
you
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
I’ll
eat
nothing
,
I
thank
you
,
sir
.
By
cock
and
pie
,
you
shall
not
choose
,
sir
!
Come
,
come
.
Nay
,
pray
you
,
lead
the
way
.
Come
on
,
sir
.
Mistress
Anne
,
yourself
shall
go
first
.
Not
I
,
sir
.
Pray
you
,
keep
on
.
Truly
,
I
will
not
go
first
,
truly
,
la
!
I
will
not
do
you
that
wrong
.
I
pray
you
,
sir
.
I’ll
rather
be
unmannerly
than
troublesome
.
You
do
yourself
wrong
,
indeed
,
la
!
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Sir
Hugh
Evans
and
Simple
.
Go
your
ways
,
and
ask
of
Doctor
Caius’
house
which
is
the
way
.
And
there
dwells
one
Mistress
Quickly
,
which
is
in
the
manner
of
his
nurse
,
or
his
dry
nurse
,
or
his
cook
,
or
his
laundry
—
his
washer
and
his
wringer
.
Well
,
sir
.
Nay
,
it
is
petter
yet
.
Give
her
this
letter
(
handing
him
a
paper
)
,
for
it
is
a
’oman
that
altogether’s
acquaintance
with
Mistress
Anne
Page
;
and
the
letter
is
to
desire
and
require
her
to
solicit
your
master’s
desires
to
Mistress
Anne
Page
.
I
pray
you
,
be
gone
.
I
will
make
an
end
of
my
dinner
;
there’s
pippins
and
cheese
to
come
.
They
exit
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
,
Host
,
Bardolph
,
Nym
,
Pistol
,
and
Robin
,
Falstaff’s
Page
.
Mine
Host
of
the
Garter
!
What
says
my
bullyrook
?
Speak
scholarly
and
wisely
.
Truly
,
mine
Host
,
I
must
turn
away
some
of
my
followers
.
Discard
,
bully
Hercules
,
cashier
.
Let
them
wag
;
trot
,
trot
.
I
sit
at
ten
pounds
a
week
.
Thou
’rt
an
emperor
—
Caesar
,
Keiser
,
and
Pheazar
.
I
will
entertain
Bardolph
.
He
shall
draw
,
he
shall
tap
.
Said
I
well
,
bully
Hector
?
Do
so
,
good
mine
Host
.
I
have
spoke
.
Let
him
follow
.
—
Let
me
see
thee
froth
and
lime
.
I
am
at
a
word
.
Follow
.
Host
exits
.
Bardolph
,
follow
him
.
A
tapster
is
a
good
trade
.
An
old
cloak
makes
a
new
jerkin
,
a
withered
servingman
a
fresh
tapster
.
Go
.
Adieu
.
It
is
a
life
that
I
have
desired
.
I
will
thrive
.
O
base
Hungarian
wight
,
wilt
thou
the
spigot
wield
?
Bardolph
exits
.
He
was
gotten
in
drink
.
Is
not
the
humor
conceited
?
I
am
glad
I
am
so
acquit
of
this
tinderbox
.
His
thefts
were
too
open
.
His
filching
was
like
an
unskillful
singer
;
he
kept
not
time
.
The
good
humor
is
to
steal
at
a
minute’s
rest
.
Convey
,
the
wise
it
call
.
Steal
?
Foh
,
a
fico
for
the
phrase
!
Well
,
sirs
,
I
am
almost
out
at
heels
.
Why
,
then
,
let
kibes
ensue
.
There
is
no
remedy
.
I
must
cony-catch
,
I
must
shift
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Young
ravens
must
have
food
.
Which
of
you
know
Ford
of
this
town
?
I
ken
the
wight
.
He
is
of
substance
good
.
My
honest
lads
,
I
will
tell
you
what
I
am
about
.
Two
yards
and
more
.
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
behavior
,
to
be
Englished
rightly
,
is
I
am
Sir
John
Falstaff’s
.
,
aside
to
Nym
He
hath
studied
her
will
and
translated
her
will
—
out
of
honesty
into
English
.
,
aside
to
Pistol
The
anchor
is
deep
.
Will
that
humor
pass
?
Now
,
the
report
goes
,
she
has
all
the
rule
of
her
husband’s
purse
.
He
hath
a
legion
of
angels
.
,
aside
to
Nym
As
many
devils
entertain
,
and
To
her
,
boy
,
say
I
.
,
aside
to
Pistol
The
humor
rises
;
it
is
good
.
Humor
me
the
angels
.
,
showing
two
papers
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
oeillades
.
Sometimes
the
beam
of
her
view
gilded
my
foot
,
sometimes
my
portly
belly
.
,
aside
to
Nym
Then
did
the
sun
on
dunghill
shine
.
,
aside
to
Pistol
I
thank
thee
for
that
humor
.
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 3
Here’s
another
letter
to
her
.
She
bears
the
purse
too
;
she
is
a
region
in
Guiana
,
all
gold
and
bounty
.
I
will
be
cheaters
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
.
Shall
I
Sir
Pandarus
of
Troy
become
,
And
by
my
side
wear
steel
?
Then
Lucifer
take
all
!
,
to
Falstaff
I
will
run
no
base
humor
.
Here
,
take
the
humor-letter
.
I
will
keep
the
havior
of
reputation
.
,
giving
papers
to
Robin
Hold
,
sirrah
,
bear
you
these
letters
tightly
;
Sail
like
my
pinnace
to
these
golden
shores
.
—
Rogues
,
hence
,
avaunt
,
vanish
like
hailstones
,
go
,
Trudge
,
plod
away
i’
th’
hoof
,
seek
shelter
,
pack
!
Falstaff
will
learn
the
humor
of
the
age
:
French
thrift
,
you
rogues
—
myself
and
skirted
page
.
Falstaff
and
Robin
exit
.
Let
vultures
gripe
thy
guts
!
For
gourd
and
fullam
holds
,
And
high
and
low
beguiles
the
rich
and
poor
.
Tester
I’ll
have
in
pouch
when
thou
shalt
lack
,
Base
Phrygian
Turk
!
I
have
operations
which
be
humors
of
revenge
.
Wilt
thou
revenge
?
By
welkin
and
her
star
!
With
wit
or
steel
?
With
both
the
humors
,
I
.
I
will
discuss
the
humor
of
this
love
to
Ford
.
And
I
to
Page
shall
eke
unfold
How
Falstaff
,
varlet
vile
,
ACT 1. SC. 4
His
dove
will
prove
,
his
gold
will
hold
,
And
his
soft
couch
defile
.
My
humor
shall
not
cool
.
I
will
incense
Ford
to
deal
with
poison
.
I
will
possess
him
with
yellowness
,
for
the
revolt
of
mine
is
dangerous
.
That
is
my
true
humor
.
Thou
art
the
Mars
of
malcontents
.
I
second
thee
.
Troop
on
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
and
Simple
.
What
,
John
Rugby
!
(
Enter
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
anybody
in
the
house
,
here
will
be
an
old
abusing
of
God’s
patience
and
the
King’s
English
.
I’ll
go
watch
.
Go
,
and
we’ll
have
a
posset
for
’t
soon
at
night
,
in
faith
,
at
the
latter
end
of
a
seacoal
fire
.
(
Rugby
exits
.
)
An
honest
,
willing
,
kind
fellow
as
ever
servant
shall
come
in
house
withal
;
and
,
I
warrant
you
,
no
telltale
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
?
Ay
,
for
fault
of
a
better
.
And
Master
Slender’s
your
master
?
Ay
,
forsooth
.
Does
he
not
wear
a
great
round
beard
like
a
glover’s
paring
knife
?
No
,
forsooth
.
He
hath
but
a
little
wee
face
,
with
a
little
yellow
beard
,
a
Cain-colored
beard
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
A
softly-sprited
man
,
is
he
not
?
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
.
How
say
you
?
O
,
I
should
remember
him
.
Does
he
not
hold
up
his
head
,
as
it
were
,
and
strut
in
his
gait
?
Yes
,
indeed
,
does
he
.
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
—
Enter
Rugby
.
Out
,
alas
!
Here
comes
my
master
.
We
shall
all
be
shent
.
—
Run
in
here
,
good
young
man
.
Go
into
this
closet
.
He
will
not
stay
long
.
(
Simple
exits
.
)
What
,
John
Rugby
!
John
!
What
,
John
,
I
say
!
Go
,
John
,
go
enquire
for
my
master
.
I
doubt
he
be
not
well
,
that
he
comes
not
home
.
Rugby
exits
.
(
She
sings
.
)
And
down
,
down
,
adown
’a
,
etc.
Enter
Doctor
Caius
.
Vat
is
you
sing
?
I
do
not
like
dese
toys
.
Pray
you
,
go
and
vetch
me
in
my
closet
un
boîtier
vert
,
a
box
,
a
green-a
box
.
Do
intend
vat
I
speak
?
A
green-a
box
.
Ay
,
forsooth
.
I’ll
fetch
it
you
.
(
Aside
.
)
I
am
glad
he
went
not
in
himself
.
If
he
had
found
the
young
man
,
he
would
have
been
horn-mad
.
She
exits
.
Fe
,
fe
,
fe
,
fe
!
Ma
foi
,
il
fait
fort
chaud
.
Je
m’en
vais
à
la
cour
—
la
grande
affaire
.
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
with
a
small
box
.
Is
it
this
,
sir
?
Oui
,
mets-le
à
mon
pocket
.
Dépêche
,
quickly
.
Vere
is
dat
knave
Rugby
?
ACT 1. SC. 4
What
,
John
Rugby
,
John
!
Enter
Rugby
.
Here
,
sir
.
You
are
John
Rugby
,
and
you
are
Jack
Rugby
.
Come
,
take-a
your
rapier
,
and
come
after
my
heel
to
the
court
.
’Tis
ready
,
sir
,
here
in
the
porch
.
By
my
trot
,
I
tarry
too
long
.
Od’s
me
!
Qu’ai-j’oublié
?
Dere
is
some
simples
in
my
closet
dat
I
vill
not
for
the
varld
I
shall
leave
behind
.
He
exits
.
Ay
me
!
He’ll
find
the
young
man
there
,
and
be
mad
!
Enter
Doctor
Caius
.
O
diable
,
diable
!
Vat
is
in
my
closet
?
Villainy
!
Larron
!
(
Pulling
out
Simple
.
)
Rugby
,
my
rapier
!
Good
master
,
be
content
.
Wherefore
shall
I
be
content-a
?
The
young
man
is
an
honest
man
.
What
shall
de
honest
man
do
in
my
closet
?
Dere
is
no
honest
man
dat
shall
come
in
my
closet
.
I
beseech
you
,
be
not
so
phlegmatic
.
Hear
the
truth
of
it
.
He
came
of
an
errand
to
me
from
Parson
Hugh
.
Vell
?
Ay
,
forsooth
.
To
desire
her
to
—
Peace
,
I
pray
you
.
Peace-a
your
tongue
.
—
Speak-a
your
tale
.
To
desire
this
honest
gentlewoman
,
your
maid
,
to
speak
a
good
word
to
Mistress
Anne
Page
for
my
master
in
the
way
of
marriage
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
This
is
all
,
indeed
,
la
!
But
I’ll
ne’er
put
my
finger
in
the
fire
,
and
need
not
.
,
to
Simple
Sir
Hugh
send-a
you
?
—
Rugby
,
baille
me
some
paper
.
—
Tarry
you
a
little-a
while
.
Rugby
brings
paper
,
and
Doctor
Caius
writes
.
,
aside
to
Simple
I
am
glad
he
is
so
quiet
.
If
he
had
been
throughly
moved
,
you
should
have
heard
him
so
loud
and
so
melancholy
.
But
notwithstanding
,
man
,
I’ll
do
you
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
—
,
aside
to
Quickly
’Tis
a
great
charge
to
come
under
one
body’s
hand
.
,
aside
to
Simple
Are
you
advised
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
.
But
notwithstanding
that
,
I
know
Anne’s
mind
.
That’s
neither
here
nor
there
.
,
handing
paper
to
Simple
You
,
jack’nape
,
give-a
this
letter
to
Sir
Hugh
.
By
gar
,
it
is
a
shallenge
.
I
will
cut
his
troat
in
de
park
,
and
I
will
teach
a
scurvy
jackanape
priest
to
meddle
or
make
.
You
may
be
gone
.
It
is
not
good
you
tarry
here
.
—
By
gar
,
I
will
cut
all
his
two
stones
.
By
gar
,
he
shall
not
have
a
stone
to
throw
at
his
dog
.
Simple
exits
.
Alas
,
he
speaks
but
for
his
friend
.
It
is
no
matter-a
ver
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
ACT 1. SC. 4
Host
of
de
Jarteer
to
measure
our
weapon
.
By
gar
,
I
will
myself
have
Anne
Page
.
Sir
,
the
maid
loves
you
,
and
all
shall
be
well
.
We
must
give
folks
leave
to
prate
.
What
the
goodyear
!
Rugby
,
come
to
the
court
with
me
.
(
To
Mistress
Quickly
.
)
By
gar
,
if
I
have
not
Anne
Page
,
I
shall
turn
your
head
out
of
my
door
.
—
Follow
my
heels
,
Rugby
.
You
shall
have
Anne
—
Caius
and
Rugby
exit
.
fool’s
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
.
,
within
Who’s
within
there
,
ho
?
Who’s
there
,
I
trow
?
Come
near
the
house
,
I
pray
you
.
Enter
Fenton
.
How
now
,
good
woman
?
How
dost
thou
?
The
better
that
it
pleases
your
good
Worship
to
ask
.
What
news
?
How
does
pretty
Mistress
Anne
?
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
.
Shall
I
do
any
good
,
think’st
thou
?
Shall
I
not
lose
my
suit
?
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
?
Yes
,
marry
,
have
I
.
What
of
that
?
Well
,
thereby
hangs
a
tale
.
Good
faith
,
it
is
such
another
Nan
!
But
,
I
detest
,
an
honest
ACT 1. SC. 4
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
allicholy
and
musing
.
But
,
for
you
,
—
well
,
go
to
.
Well
,
I
shall
see
her
today
.
Hold
,
there’s
money
for
thee
.
(
He
hands
her
money
.
)
Let
me
have
thy
voice
in
my
behalf
.
If
thou
see’st
her
before
me
,
commend
me
.
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
.
Well
,
farewell
.
I
am
in
great
haste
now
.
Farewell
to
your
Worship
.
(
Fenton
exits
.
)
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
?
She
exits
.
ACT
2
Scene
1
Enter
Mistress
Page
reading
a
letter
.
What
,
have
I
’scaped
love
letters
in
the
holiday
time
of
my
beauty
,
and
am
I
now
a
subject
for
them
?
Let
me
see
.
She
reads
.
Ask
me
no
reason
why
I
love
you
,
for
though
Love
use
Reason
for
his
precisian
,
he
admits
him
not
for
his
counselor
.
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
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
.
What
a
Herod
of
Jewry
is
this
!
O
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
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
Mistress
Page
!
Trust
me
,
I
was
going
to
your
house
.
And
,
trust
me
,
I
was
coming
to
you
.
You
look
very
ill
.
Nay
,
I’ll
ne’er
believe
that
.
I
have
to
show
to
the
contrary
.
Faith
,
but
you
do
,
in
my
mind
.
Well
,
I
do
,
then
.
Yet
I
say
I
could
show
you
to
the
contrary
.
O
Mistress
Page
,
give
me
some
counsel
.
What’s
the
matter
,
woman
?
O
woman
,
if
it
were
not
for
one
trifling
respect
,
I
could
come
to
such
honor
!
Hang
the
trifle
,
woman
;
take
the
honor
.
What
is
it
?
Dispense
with
trifles
.
What
is
it
?
If
I
would
but
go
to
hell
for
an
eternal
moment
or
so
,
I
could
be
knighted
.
What
,
thou
liest
!
Sir
Alice
Ford
?
These
knights
will
hack
,
and
so
thou
shouldst
not
alter
the
article
of
thy
gentry
.
We
burn
daylight
.
Here
,
read
,
read
.
Perceive
how
I
might
be
knighted
.
(
She
gives
a
paper
to
Mistress
Page
,
who
reads
it
.
)
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
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
Greensleeves
.
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
?
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
.
(
She
gives
a
paper
to
Mistress
Ford
,
who
reads
it
.
)
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
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
.
Why
,
this
is
the
very
same
—
the
very
hand
,
the
very
words
.
What
doth
he
think
of
us
?
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
this
fury
.
Boarding
call
you
it
?
I’ll
be
sure
to
keep
him
above
deck
.
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
ACT 2. SC. 1
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
.
Nay
,
I
will
consent
to
act
any
villainy
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
.
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
.
You
are
the
happier
woman
.
Let’s
consult
together
against
this
greasy
knight
.
Come
hither
.
They
talk
aside
.
Enter
Ford
with
Pistol
,
and
Page
with
Nym
.
Well
,
I
hope
it
be
not
so
.
Hope
is
a
curtal
dog
in
some
affairs
.
Sir
John
affects
thy
wife
.
Why
,
sir
,
my
wife
is
not
young
.
He
woos
both
high
and
low
,
both
rich
and
poor
,
Both
young
and
old
,
one
with
another
,
Ford
.
He
loves
the
gallimaufry
.
Ford
,
perpend
.
Love
my
wife
?
With
liver
burning
hot
.
Prevent
,
Or
go
thou
like
Sir
Acteon
,
he
,
With
Ringwood
at
thy
heels
.
O
,
odious
is
the
name
!
What
name
,
sir
?
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
.
—
ACT 2. SC. 1
Away
,
Sir
Corporal
Nym
.
—
Believe
it
,
Page
.
He
speaks
sense
.
He
exits
.
,
aside
I
will
be
patient
.
I
will
find
out
this
.
,
to
Page
And
this
is
true
.
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
.
Adieu
.
He
exits
.
,
aside
The
humor
of
it
,
quoth
he
?
Here’s
a
fellow
frights
English
out
of
his
wits
.
,
aside
I
will
seek
out
Falstaff
.
,
aside
I
never
heard
such
a
drawling
,
affecting
rogue
.
,
aside
If
I
do
find
it
—
well
.
,
aside
I
will
not
believe
such
a
Cataian
,
though
the
priest
o’
th’
town
commended
him
for
a
true
man
.
,
aside
’Twas
a
good
sensible
fellow
—
well
.
Mistress
Page
and
Mistress
Ford
come
forward
.
,
to
Mistress
Page
How
now
,
Meg
?
Whither
go
you
,
George
?
Hark
you
.
They
talk
aside
.
,
to
Ford
How
now
,
sweet
Frank
?
Why
art
thou
melancholy
?
I
melancholy
?
I
am
not
melancholy
.
Get
you
home
.
Go
.
Faith
,
thou
hast
some
crochets
in
thy
head
now
.
—
Will
you
go
,
Mistress
Page
?
Have
with
you
.
—
You’ll
come
to
dinner
,
George
?
(
Aside
to
Mistress
Ford
.
)
Look
who
comes
yonder
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
.
She
shall
be
our
messenger
to
this
paltry
knight
.
Trust
me
,
I
thought
on
her
.
She’ll
fit
it
.
,
to
Mistress
Quickly
You
are
come
to
see
my
daughter
Anne
?
Ay
,
forsooth
.
And
,
I
pray
,
how
does
good
Mistress
Anne
?
Go
in
with
us
and
see
.
We
have
an
hour’s
talk
with
you
.
Mistress
Page
,
Mistress
Ford
,
and
Mistress
Quickly
exit
.
How
now
,
Master
Ford
?
You
heard
what
this
knave
told
me
,
did
you
not
?
Yes
,
and
you
heard
what
the
other
told
me
?
Do
you
think
there
is
truth
in
them
?
Hang
’em
,
slaves
!
I
do
not
think
the
knight
would
offer
it
.
But
these
that
accuse
him
in
his
intent
towards
our
wives
are
a
yoke
of
his
discarded
men
,
very
rogues
,
now
they
be
out
of
service
.
Were
they
his
men
?
Marry
,
were
they
.
I
like
it
never
the
better
for
that
.
Does
he
lie
at
the
Garter
?
Ay
,
marry
,
does
he
.
If
he
should
intend
this
voyage
toward
my
wife
,
I
would
turn
her
loose
to
him
;
and
what
he
gets
more
of
her
than
sharp
words
,
let
it
lie
on
my
head
.
I
do
not
misdoubt
my
wife
,
but
I
would
be
loath
to
turn
them
together
.
A
man
may
be
too
confident
.
I
would
have
nothing
lie
on
my
head
.
I
cannot
be
thus
satisfied
.
Enter
Host
.
Look
where
my
ranting
Host
of
the
Garter
comes
.
There
is
either
liquor
in
his
pate
or
money
in
his
purse
when
he
looks
so
merrily
.
—
How
now
,
mine
Host
?
ACT 2. SC. 1
How
now
,
bullyrook
?
Thou
’rt
a
gentleman
.
—
Cavaleiro
Justice
,
I
say
!
Enter
Shallow
.
I
follow
,
mine
Host
,
I
follow
.
—
Good
even
and
twenty
,
good
Master
Page
.
Master
Page
,
will
you
go
with
us
?
We
have
sport
in
hand
.
Tell
him
,
Cavaleiro
Justice
;
tell
him
,
bullyrook
.
Sir
,
there
is
a
fray
to
be
fought
between
Sir
Hugh
the
Welsh
priest
and
Caius
the
French
doctor
.
Good
mine
Host
o’
th’
Garter
,
a
word
with
you
.
What
say’st
thou
,
my
bullyrook
?
The
Host
and
Ford
talk
aside
.
,
to
Page
Will
you
go
with
us
to
behold
it
?
My
merry
Host
hath
had
the
measuring
of
their
weapons
and
,
I
think
,
hath
appointed
them
contrary
places
;
for
,
believe
me
,
I
hear
the
parson
is
no
jester
.
Hark
,
I
will
tell
you
what
our
sport
shall
be
.
Shallow
and
Page
talk
aside
.
,
to
Ford
Hast
thou
no
suit
against
my
knight
,
my
guest
cavalier
?
None
,
I
protest
.
But
I’ll
give
you
a
pottle
of
burnt
sack
to
give
me
recourse
to
him
,
and
tell
him
my
name
is
Brook
—
only
for
a
jest
.
My
hand
,
bully
.
Thou
shalt
have
egress
and
regress
—
said
I
well
?
—
and
thy
name
shall
be
Brook
.
It
is
a
merry
knight
.
(
To
Shallow
and
Page
.
)
Will
you
go
,
ameers
?
Have
with
you
,
mine
Host
.
I
have
heard
the
Frenchman
hath
good
skill
in
his
rapier
.
Tut
,
sir
,
I
could
have
told
you
more
.
In
these
times
you
stand
on
distance
—
your
passes
,
stoccados
,
and
I
know
not
what
.
’Tis
the
heart
,
Master
Page
;
’tis
here
,
’tis
here
.
I
have
seen
the
time
,
with
my
long
sword
I
would
have
made
you
four
tall
fellows
skip
like
rats
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Here
,
boys
,
here
,
here
!
Shall
we
wag
?
Have
with
you
.
I
had
rather
hear
them
scold
than
fight
.
Page
,
Host
,
and
Shallow
exit
.
Though
Page
be
a
secure
fool
and
stands
so
firmly
on
his
wife’s
frailty
,
yet
I
cannot
put
off
my
opinion
so
easily
.
She
was
in
his
company
at
Page’s
house
,
and
what
they
made
there
I
know
not
.
Well
,
I
will
look
further
into
’t
,
and
I
have
a
disguise
to
sound
Falstaff
.
If
I
find
her
honest
,
I
lose
not
my
labor
.
If
she
be
otherwise
,
’tis
labor
well
bestowed
.
He
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
and
Pistol
.
I
will
not
lend
thee
a
penny
.
Why
then
,
the
world’s
mine
oyster
,
which
I
with
sword
will
open
.
Not
a
penny
.
I
have
been
content
,
sir
,
you
should
lay
my
countenance
to
pawn
.
I
have
grated
upon
my
good
friends
for
three
reprieves
for
you
and
your
coach-fellow
Nym
,
or
else
you
had
looked
through
the
grate
like
a
gemini
of
baboons
.
I
am
damned
in
hell
for
swearing
to
gentlemen
my
friends
you
were
good
soldiers
and
tall
fellows
.
And
when
Mistress
Bridget
lost
the
handle
of
her
fan
,
I
took
’t
upon
mine
honor
thou
hadst
it
not
.
Didst
not
thou
share
?
Hadst
thou
not
fifteen
pence
?
Reason
,
you
rogue
,
reason
.
Think’st
thou
I’ll
endanger
my
soul
gratis
?
At
a
word
,
hang
no
more
about
me
.
I
am
no
gibbet
for
you
.
Go
—
a
short
knife
and
a
throng
—
to
your
manor
of
Pickt-hatch
,
go
.
You’ll
not
bear
a
letter
for
me
,
you
rogue
?
You
stand
upon
your
honor
?
Why
,
thou
unconfinable
ACT 2. SC. 2
baseness
,
it
is
as
much
as
I
can
do
to
keep
the
terms
of
my
honor
precise
.
Ay
,
ay
,
I
myself
sometimes
,
leaving
the
fear
of
God
on
the
left
hand
and
hiding
mine
honor
in
my
necessity
,
am
fain
to
shuffle
,
to
hedge
,
and
to
lurch
;
and
yet
you
,
rogue
,
will
ensconce
your
rags
,
your
cat-a-mountain
looks
,
your
red-lattice
phrases
,
and
your
bold
beating
oaths
under
the
shelter
of
your
honor
!
You
will
not
do
it
?
You
?
I
do
relent
.
What
would
thou
more
of
man
?
Enter
Robin
.
Sir
,
here’s
a
woman
would
speak
with
you
.
Let
her
approach
.
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
.
Give
your
Worship
good
morrow
.
Good
morrow
,
goodwife
.
Not
so
,
an
’t
please
your
Worship
.
Good
maid
,
then
.
I’ll
be
sworn
—
as
my
mother
was
,
the
first
hour
I
was
born
.
I
do
believe
the
swearer
.
What
with
me
?
Shall
I
vouchsafe
your
Worship
a
word
or
two
?
Two
thousand
,
fair
woman
,
and
I’ll
vouchsafe
thee
the
hearing
.
There
is
one
Mistress
Ford
,
sir
—
I
pray
,
come
a
little
nearer
this
ways
.
I
myself
dwell
with
Master
Doctor
Caius
.
Well
,
on
.
Mistress
Ford
,
you
say
—
Your
Worship
says
very
true
.
I
pray
your
Worship
,
come
a
little
nearer
this
ways
.
I
warrant
thee
,
nobody
hears
.
Mine
own
people
,
mine
own
people
.
Are
they
so
?
God
bless
them
and
make
them
His
servants
!
ACT 2. SC. 2
Well
,
Mistress
Ford
—
what
of
her
?
Why
,
sir
,
she’s
a
good
creature
.
Lord
,
Lord
,
your
Worship’s
a
wanton
!
Well
,
heaven
forgive
you
and
all
of
us
,
I
pray
!
Mistress
Ford
—
come
,
Mistress
Ford
—
Marry
,
this
is
the
short
and
the
long
of
it
:
you
have
brought
her
into
such
a
canaries
as
’tis
wonderful
.
The
best
courtier
of
them
all
,
when
the
court
lay
at
Windsor
,
could
never
have
brought
her
to
such
a
canary
.
Yet
there
has
been
knights
,
and
lords
,
and
gentlemen
,
with
their
coaches
,
I
warrant
you
,
coach
after
coach
,
letter
after
letter
,
gift
after
gift
,
smelling
so
sweetly
—
all
musk
—
and
so
rushling
,
I
warrant
you
,
in
silk
and
gold
,
and
in
such
alligant
terms
,
and
in
such
wine
and
sugar
of
the
best
and
the
fairest
,
that
would
have
won
any
woman’s
heart
;
and
,
I
warrant
you
,
they
could
never
get
an
eye-wink
of
her
.
I
had
myself
twenty
angels
given
me
this
morning
,
but
I
defy
all
angels
in
any
such
sort
,
as
they
say
,
but
in
the
way
of
honesty
.
And
,
I
warrant
you
,
they
could
never
get
her
so
much
as
sip
on
a
cup
with
the
proudest
of
them
all
.
And
yet
there
has
been
earls
—
nay
,
which
is
more
,
pensioners
—
but
,
I
warrant
you
,
all
is
one
with
her
.
But
what
says
she
to
me
?
Be
brief
,
my
good
she-Mercury
.
Marry
,
she
hath
received
your
letter
,
for
the
which
she
thanks
you
a
thousand
times
,
and
she
gives
you
to
notify
that
her
husband
will
be
absence
from
his
house
between
ten
and
eleven
.
Ten
and
eleven
?
Ay
,
forsooth
;
and
then
you
may
come
and
see
the
picture
,
she
says
,
that
you
wot
of
.
Master
Ford
,
her
husband
,
will
be
from
home
.
Alas
,
the
sweet
woman
leads
an
ill
life
with
him
.
He’s
a
very
ACT 2. SC. 2
jealousy
man
.
She
leads
a
very
frampold
life
with
him
,
good
heart
.
Ten
and
eleven
.
Woman
,
commend
me
to
her
.
I
will
not
fail
her
.
Why
,
you
say
well
.
But
I
have
another
messenger
to
your
Worship
.
Mistress
Page
hath
her
hearty
commendations
to
you
too
;
and
,
let
me
tell
you
in
your
ear
,
she’s
as
fartuous
a
civil
modest
wife
,
and
one
,
I
tell
you
,
that
will
not
miss
you
morning
nor
evening
prayer
,
as
any
is
in
Windsor
,
whoe’er
be
the
other
.
And
she
bade
me
tell
your
Worship
that
her
husband
is
seldom
from
home
,
but
she
hopes
there
will
come
a
time
.
I
never
knew
a
woman
so
dote
upon
a
man
.
Surely
,
I
think
you
have
charms
,
la
!
Yes
,
in
truth
.
Not
I
,
I
assure
thee
.
Setting
the
attraction
of
my
good
parts
aside
,
I
have
no
other
charms
.
Blessing
on
your
heart
for
’t
!
But
I
pray
thee
,
tell
me
this
:
has
Ford’s
wife
and
Page’s
wife
acquainted
each
other
how
they
love
me
?
That
were
a
jest
indeed
!
They
have
not
so
little
grace
,
I
hope
.
That
were
a
trick
indeed
!
But
Mistress
Page
would
desire
you
to
send
her
your
little
page
,
of
all
loves
.
Her
husband
has
a
marvelous
infection
to
the
little
page
;
and
,
truly
,
Master
Page
is
an
honest
man
.
Never
a
wife
in
Windsor
leads
a
better
life
than
she
does
.
Do
what
she
will
,
say
what
she
will
,
take
all
,
pay
all
,
go
to
bed
when
she
list
,
rise
when
she
list
—
all
is
as
she
will
.
And
,
truly
,
she
deserves
it
,
for
if
there
be
a
kind
woman
in
Windsor
,
she
is
one
.
You
must
send
her
your
page
,
no
remedy
.
Why
,
I
will
.
Nay
,
but
do
so
then
,
and
,
look
you
,
he
may
come
and
go
between
you
both
.
And
in
any
ACT 2. SC. 2
case
have
a
nayword
,
that
you
may
know
one
another’s
mind
,
and
the
boy
never
need
to
understand
anything
;
for
’tis
not
good
that
children
should
know
any
wickedness
.
Old
folks
,
you
know
,
have
discretion
,
as
they
say
,
and
know
the
world
.
Fare
thee
well
.
Commend
me
to
them
both
.
There’s
my
purse
.
(
He
gives
her
money
.
)
I
am
yet
thy
debtor
.
—
Boy
,
go
along
with
this
woman
.
(
Mistress
Quickly
and
Robin
exit
.
)
This
news
distracts
me
.
,
aside
This
punk
is
one
of
Cupid’s
carriers
.
Clap
on
more
sails
,
pursue
;
up
with
your
fights
;
Give
fire
!
She
is
my
prize
,
or
ocean
whelm
them
all
!
He
exits
.
Sayst
thou
so
,
old
Jack
?
Go
thy
ways
.
I’ll
make
more
of
thy
old
body
than
I
have
done
.
Will
they
yet
look
after
thee
?
Wilt
thou
,
after
the
expense
of
so
much
money
,
be
now
a
gainer
?
Good
body
,
I
thank
thee
.
Let
them
say
’tis
grossly
done
;
so
it
be
fairly
done
,
no
matter
.
Enter
Bardolph
with
wine
.
Sir
John
,
there’s
one
Master
Brook
below
would
fain
speak
with
you
and
be
acquainted
with
you
,
and
hath
sent
your
Worship
a
morning’s
draught
of
sack
.
(
He
hands
Falstaff
the
wine
.
)
Brook
is
his
name
?
Ay
,
sir
.
Call
him
in
.
Such
Brooks
are
welcome
to
me
that
o’erflows
such
liquor
.
(
Bardolph
exits
.
)
Ah
ha
,
Mistress
Ford
and
Mistress
Page
,
have
I
encompassed
you
?
Go
to
.
Via
!
Enter
Bardolph
with
Ford
disguised
as
Brook
.
,
as
Brook
God
bless
you
,
sir
.
And
you
,
sir
.
Would
you
speak
with
me
?
ACT 2. SC. 2
,
as
Brook
I
make
bold
to
press
with
so
little
preparation
upon
you
.
You’re
welcome
.
What’s
your
will
?
—
Give
us
leave
,
drawer
.
Bardolph
exits
.
,
as
Brook
Sir
,
I
am
a
gentleman
that
have
spent
much
.
My
name
is
Brook
.
Good
Master
Brook
,
I
desire
more
acquaintance
of
you
.
,
as
Brook
Good
Sir
John
,
I
sue
for
yours
—
not
to
charge
you
,
for
I
must
let
you
understand
I
think
myself
in
better
plight
for
a
lender
than
you
are
,
the
which
hath
something
emboldened
me
to
this
unseasoned
intrusion
;
for
they
say
,
if
money
go
before
,
all
ways
do
lie
open
.
Money
is
a
good
soldier
,
sir
,
and
will
on
.
,
as
Brook
Troth
,
and
I
have
a
bag
of
money
here
troubles
me
.
He
sets
it
down
.
If
you
will
help
to
bear
it
,
Sir
John
,
take
all
,
or
half
,
for
easing
me
of
the
carriage
.
Sir
,
I
know
not
how
I
may
deserve
to
be
your
porter
.
,
as
Brook
I
will
tell
you
,
sir
,
if
you
will
give
me
the
hearing
.
Speak
,
good
Master
Brook
.
I
shall
be
glad
to
be
your
servant
.
,
as
Brook
Sir
,
I
hear
you
are
a
scholar
—
I
will
be
brief
with
you
—
and
you
have
been
a
man
long
known
to
me
,
though
I
had
never
so
good
means
as
desire
to
make
myself
acquainted
with
you
.
I
shall
discover
a
thing
to
you
wherein
I
must
very
much
lay
open
mine
own
imperfection
.
But
,
good
Sir
John
,
as
you
have
one
eye
upon
my
follies
,
as
you
hear
them
unfolded
,
turn
another
into
the
register
of
your
own
,
that
I
may
pass
with
a
reproof
the
easier
,
sith
you
yourself
know
how
easy
it
is
to
be
such
an
offender
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Very
well
,
sir
.
Proceed
.
,
as
Brook
There
is
a
gentlewoman
in
this
town
—
her
husband’s
name
is
Ford
.
Well
,
sir
.
,
as
Brook
I
have
long
loved
her
and
,
I
protest
to
you
,
bestowed
much
on
her
,
followed
her
with
a
doting
observance
,
engrossed
opportunities
to
meet
her
,
fee’d
every
slight
occasion
that
could
but
niggardly
give
me
sight
of
her
,
not
only
bought
many
presents
to
give
her
,
but
have
given
largely
to
many
to
know
what
she
would
have
given
.
Briefly
,
I
have
pursued
her
as
love
hath
pursued
me
,
which
hath
been
on
the
wing
of
all
occasions
.
But
whatsoever
I
have
merited
,
either
in
my
mind
or
in
my
means
,
meed
I
am
sure
I
have
received
none
,
unless
experience
be
a
jewel
.
That
I
have
purchased
at
an
infinite
rate
,
and
that
hath
taught
me
to
say
this
:
Love
like
a
shadow
flies
when
substance
love
pursues
,
Pursuing
that
that
flies
,
and
flying
what
pursues
.
Have
you
received
no
promise
of
satisfaction
at
her
hands
?
,
as
Brook
Never
.
Have
you
importuned
her
to
such
a
purpose
?
,
as
Brook
Never
.
Of
what
quality
was
your
love
,
then
?
,
as
Brook
Like
a
fair
house
built
on
another
man’s
ground
,
so
that
I
have
lost
my
edifice
by
mistaking
the
place
where
I
erected
it
.
To
what
purpose
have
you
unfolded
this
to
me
?
,
as
Brook
When
I
have
told
you
that
,
I
have
told
you
all
.
Some
say
that
though
she
appear
honest
to
me
,
yet
in
other
places
she
enlargeth
her
mirth
so
far
that
there
is
shrewd
construction
ACT 2. SC. 2
made
of
her
.
Now
,
Sir
John
,
here
is
the
heart
of
my
purpose
:
you
are
a
gentleman
of
excellent
breeding
,
admirable
discourse
,
of
great
admittance
,
authentic
in
your
place
and
person
,
generally
allowed
for
your
many
warlike
,
courtlike
,
and
learned
preparations
.
O
,
sir
!
,
as
Brook
Believe
it
,
for
you
know
it
.
There
is
money
.
(
He
points
to
the
bag
.
)
Spend
it
,
spend
it
,
spend
more
;
spend
all
I
have
.
Only
give
me
so
much
of
your
time
in
exchange
of
it
as
to
lay
an
amiable
siege
to
the
honesty
of
this
Ford’s
wife
.
Use
your
art
of
wooing
;
win
her
to
consent
to
you
.
If
any
man
may
,
you
may
as
soon
as
any
.
Would
it
apply
well
to
the
vehemency
of
your
affection
that
I
should
win
what
you
would
enjoy
?
Methinks
you
prescribe
to
yourself
very
preposterously
.
,
as
Brook
O
,
understand
my
drift
.
She
dwells
so
securely
on
the
excellency
of
her
honor
that
the
folly
of
my
soul
dares
not
present
itself
;
she
is
too
bright
to
be
looked
against
.
Now
,
could
I
come
to
her
with
any
detection
in
my
hand
,
my
desires
had
instance
and
argument
to
commend
themselves
.
I
could
drive
her
then
from
the
ward
of
her
purity
,
her
reputation
,
her
marriage
vow
,
and
a
thousand
other
her
defenses
,
which
now
are
too
too
strongly
embattled
against
me
.
What
say
you
to
’t
,
Sir
John
?
,
taking
the
bag
Master
Brook
,
I
will
first
make
bold
with
your
money
;
next
,
give
me
your
hand
;
and
,
last
,
as
I
am
a
gentleman
,
you
shall
,
if
you
will
,
enjoy
Ford’s
wife
.
,
as
Brook
O
,
good
sir
!
I
say
you
shall
.
,
as
Brook
Want
no
money
,
Sir
John
;
you
shall
want
none
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Want
no
Mistress
Ford
,
Master
Brook
;
you
shall
want
none
.
I
shall
be
with
her
,
I
may
tell
you
,
by
her
own
appointment
.
Even
as
you
came
in
to
me
,
her
assistant
or
go-between
parted
from
me
.
I
say
I
shall
be
with
her
between
ten
and
eleven
,
for
at
that
time
the
jealous
,
rascally
knave
her
husband
will
be
forth
.
Come
you
to
me
at
night
.
You
shall
know
how
I
speed
.
,
as
Brook
I
am
blessed
in
your
acquaintance
.
Do
you
know
Ford
,
sir
?
Hang
him
,
poor
cuckoldly
knave
!
I
know
him
not
.
Yet
I
wrong
him
to
call
him
poor
.
They
say
the
jealous
wittolly
knave
hath
masses
of
money
,
for
the
which
his
wife
seems
to
me
well-favored
.
I
will
use
her
as
the
key
of
the
cuckoldly
rogue’s
coffer
,
and
there’s
my
harvest
home
.
,
as
Brook
I
would
you
knew
Ford
,
sir
,
that
you
might
avoid
him
if
you
saw
him
.
Hang
him
,
mechanical
salt-butter
rogue
!
I
will
stare
him
out
of
his
wits
.
I
will
awe
him
with
my
cudgel
;
it
shall
hang
like
a
meteor
o’er
the
cuckold’s
horns
.
Master
Brook
,
thou
shalt
know
I
will
predominate
over
the
peasant
,
and
thou
shalt
lie
with
his
wife
.
Come
to
me
soon
at
night
.
Ford’s
a
knave
,
and
I
will
aggravate
his
style
.
Thou
,
Master
Brook
,
shalt
know
him
for
knave
and
cuckold
.
Come
to
me
soon
at
night
.
Falstaff
exits
.
What
a
damned
epicurean
rascal
is
this
!
My
heart
is
ready
to
crack
with
impatience
.
Who
says
this
is
improvident
jealousy
?
My
wife
hath
sent
to
him
,
the
hour
is
fixed
,
the
match
is
made
.
Would
any
man
have
thought
this
?
See
the
hell
of
having
a
false
woman
:
my
bed
shall
be
abused
,
my
coffers
ransacked
,
my
reputation
gnawn
at
.
And
I
shall
not
only
receive
this
villainous
wrong
but
stand
under
the
adoption
of
abominable
terms
,
ACT 2. SC. 3
and
by
him
that
does
me
this
wrong
.
Terms
,
names
!
Amaimon
sounds
well
,
Lucifer
well
,
Barbason
well
;
yet
they
are
devils’
additions
,
the
names
of
fiends
.
But
Cuckold
,
Wittoll
,
Cuckold
!
The
devil
himself
hath
not
such
a
name
.
Page
is
an
ass
,
a
secure
ass
.
He
will
trust
his
wife
,
he
will
not
be
jealous
.
I
will
rather
trust
a
Fleming
with
my
butter
,
Parson
Hugh
the
Welshman
with
my
cheese
,
an
Irishman
with
my
aquavitae
bottle
,
or
a
thief
to
walk
my
ambling
gelding
,
than
my
wife
with
herself
.
Then
she
plots
,
then
she
ruminates
,
then
she
devises
;
and
what
they
think
in
their
hearts
they
may
effect
,
they
will
break
their
hearts
but
they
will
effect
.
God
be
praised
for
my
jealousy
!
Eleven
o’clock
the
hour
.
I
will
prevent
this
,
detect
my
wife
,
be
revenged
on
Falstaff
,
and
laugh
at
Page
.
I
will
about
it
.
Better
three
hours
too
soon
than
a
minute
too
late
.
Fie
,
fie
,
fie
!
Cuckold
,
cuckold
,
cuckold
!
He
exits
.
Scene
3
Enter
Doctor
Caius
and
Rugby
.
Jack
Rugby
.
Sir
?
Vat
is
the
clock
,
Jack
?
’Tis
past
the
hour
,
sir
,
that
Sir
Hugh
promised
to
meet
.
By
gar
,
he
has
save
his
soul
dat
he
is
no
come
.
He
has
pray
his
Pible
well
dat
he
is
no
come
.
By
gar
,
Jack
Rugby
,
he
is
dead
already
if
he
be
come
.
He
is
wise
,
sir
.
He
knew
your
Worship
would
kill
him
if
he
came
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
By
gar
,
de
herring
is
no
dead
so
as
I
vill
kill
him
.
Take
your
rapier
,
Jack
.
I
vill
tell
you
how
I
vill
kill
him
.
Alas
,
sir
,
I
cannot
fence
.
Villainy
,
take
your
rapier
.
Forbear
.
Here’s
company
.
Enter
Page
,
Shallow
,
Slender
,
and
Host
.
God
bless
thee
,
bully
doctor
!
God
save
you
,
Master
Doctor
Caius
!
Now
,
good
Master
Doctor
!
Give
you
good
morrow
,
sir
.
Vat
be
all
you
,
one
,
two
,
tree
,
four
,
come
for
?
To
see
thee
fight
,
to
see
thee
foin
,
to
see
thee
traverse
;
to
see
thee
here
,
to
see
thee
there
;
to
see
thy
pass
,
thy
puncto
,
thy
stock
,
thy
reverse
,
thy
distance
,
thy
montant
.
Is
he
dead
,
my
Ethiopian
?
Is
he
dead
,
my
Francisco
?
Ha
,
bully
?
What
says
my
Aesculapius
,
my
Galien
,
my
heart
of
elder
,
ha
?
Is
he
dead
,
bully
stale
?
Is
he
dead
?
By
gar
,
he
is
de
coward
jack-priest
of
de
vorld
.
He
is
not
show
his
face
.
Thou
art
a
Castalion
King
Urinal
Hector
of
Greece
,
my
boy
!
I
pray
you
,
bear
witness
that
me
have
stay
six
or
seven
,
two
,
tree
hours
for
him
,
and
he
is
no
come
.
He
is
the
wiser
man
,
Master
Doctor
.
He
is
a
curer
of
souls
,
and
you
a
curer
of
bodies
.
If
you
should
fight
,
you
go
against
the
hair
of
your
professions
.
—
Is
it
not
true
,
Master
Page
?
Master
Shallow
,
you
have
yourself
been
a
great
fighter
,
though
now
a
man
of
peace
.
Bodykins
,
Master
Page
,
though
I
now
be
old
and
of
the
peace
,
if
I
see
a
sword
out
,
my
finger
ACT 2. SC. 3
itches
to
make
one
.
Though
we
are
justices
and
doctors
and
churchmen
,
Master
Page
,
we
have
some
salt
of
our
youth
in
us
.
We
are
the
sons
of
women
,
Master
Page
.
’Tis
true
,
Master
Shallow
.
It
will
be
found
so
,
Master
Page
.
—
Master
Doctor
Caius
,
I
am
come
to
fetch
you
home
.
I
am
sworn
of
the
peace
.
You
have
showed
yourself
a
wise
physician
,
and
Sir
Hugh
hath
shown
himself
a
wise
and
patient
churchman
.
You
must
go
with
me
,
Master
Doctor
.
Pardon
,
guest
Justice
.
(
To
Caius
.
)
A
word
,
Monsieur
Mockwater
.
Mockvater
?
Vat
is
dat
?
Mockwater
,
in
our
English
tongue
,
is
valor
,
bully
.
By
gar
,
then
I
have
as
much
mockvater
as
de
Englishman
.
Scurvy
jack-dog
priest
!
By
gar
,
me
vill
cut
his
ears
.
He
will
clapper-claw
thee
tightly
,
bully
.
Clapper-de-claw
?
Vat
is
dat
?
That
is
,
he
will
make
thee
amends
.
By
gar
,
me
do
look
he
shall
clapper-de-claw
me
,
for
,
by
gar
,
me
vill
have
it
.
And
I
will
provoke
him
to
’t
,
or
let
him
wag
.
Me
tank
you
for
dat
.
And
moreover
,
bully
—
(
He
draws
Shallow
,
Page
,
and
Slender
aside
.
)
But
first
,
Master
guest
,
and
Master
Page
,
and
eke
Cavaleiro
Slender
,
go
you
through
the
town
to
Frogmore
.
Sir
Hugh
is
there
,
is
he
?
He
is
there
.
See
what
humor
he
is
in
;
and
I
will
bring
the
doctor
about
by
the
fields
.
Will
it
do
well
?
We
will
do
it
.
Adieu
,
good
Master
Doctor
.
Page
,
Shallow
,
and
Slender
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
By
gar
,
me
vill
kill
de
priest
,
for
he
speak
for
a
jackanape
to
Anne
Page
.
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
farmhouse
a-feasting
,
and
thou
shalt
woo
her
.
Cried
game
!
Said
I
well
?
By
gar
,
me
dank
you
vor
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
.
For
the
which
I
will
be
thy
adversary
toward
Anne
Page
.
Said
I
well
?
By
gar
,
’tis
good
.
Vell
said
.
Let
us
wag
,
then
.
Come
at
my
heels
,
Jack
Rugby
.
They
exit
.
ACT
3
Scene
1
Enter
Sir
Hugh
Evans
(
with
a
book
and
a
sword
)
and
Simple
(
carrying
Sir
Hugh’s
gown
)
.
I
pray
you
now
,
good
Master
Slender’s
servingman
and
friend
Simple
by
your
name
,
which
way
have
you
looked
for
Master
Caius
,
that
calls
himself
doctor
of
physic
?
Marry
,
sir
,
the
Petty-ward
,
the
Park-ward
,
every
way
;
Old
Windsor
way
,
and
every
way
but
the
town
way
.
I
most
fehemently
desire
you
,
you
will
also
look
that
way
.
I
will
,
sir
.
He
exits
.
Pless
my
soul
,
how
full
of
cholers
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
good
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
(
Sings
.
)
Melodious
birds
sing
madrigals
—
Whenas
I
sat
in
Pabylon
—
And
a
thousand
vagram
posies
.
To
shallow
rivers
,
to
whose
falls
Melodious
birds
sings
madrigals
.
Enter
Simple
.
Yonder
he
is
,
coming
this
way
,
Sir
Hugh
.
He’s
welcome
.
(
Sings
.
)
To
shallow
rivers
,
to
whose
falls
—
Heaven
prosper
the
right
!
What
weapons
is
he
?
No
weapons
,
sir
.
There
comes
my
master
,
Master
Shallow
,
and
another
gentleman
,
from
Frogmore
,
over
the
stile
,
this
way
.
Pray
you
,
give
me
my
gown
—
or
else
keep
it
in
your
arms
.
Enter
Page
,
Shallow
,
and
Slender
.
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
.
,
aside
Ah
,
sweet
Anne
Page
!
God
save
you
,
good
Sir
Hugh
!
God
pless
you
from
His
mercy
sake
,
all
of
you
!
What
,
the
sword
and
the
word
?
Do
you
study
them
both
,
Master
Parson
?
And
youthful
still
—
in
your
doublet
and
hose
this
raw
rheumatic
day
?
There
is
reasons
and
causes
for
it
.
We
are
come
to
you
to
do
a
good
office
,
Master
Parson
.
Fery
well
.
What
is
it
?
ACT 3. SC. 1
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
.
I
have
lived
fourscore
years
and
upward
.
I
never
heard
a
man
of
his
place
,
gravity
,
and
learning
so
wide
of
his
own
respect
.
What
is
he
?
I
think
you
know
him
:
Master
Doctor
Caius
,
the
renowned
French
physician
.
Got’s
will
and
His
passion
of
my
heart
!
I
had
as
lief
you
would
tell
me
of
a
mess
of
porridge
.
Why
?
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
.
,
to
Shallow
I
warrant
you
,
he’s
the
man
should
fight
with
him
.
,
aside
O
,
sweet
Anne
Page
!
It
appears
so
by
his
weapons
.
Keep
them
asunder
.
Here
comes
Doctor
Caius
.
Enter
Host
,
Doctor
Caius
,
and
Rugby
.
Caius
and
Sir
Hugh
offer
to
fight
.
Nay
,
good
Master
Parson
,
keep
in
your
weapon
.
So
do
you
,
good
Master
Doctor
.
Disarm
them
,
and
let
them
question
.
Let
them
keep
their
limbs
whole
and
hack
our
English
.
Page
and
Shallow
disarm
Caius
and
Sir
Hugh
.
,
to
Sir
Hugh
I
pray
you
,
let-a
me
speak
a
word
with
your
ear
.
Verefore
vill
you
not
meet-a
me
?
,
aside
to
Caius
Pray
you
,
use
your
patience
.
(
Aloud
.
)
In
good
time
.
By
gar
,
you
are
de
coward
,
de
Jack
dog
,
John
ape
.
ACT 3. SC. 1
,
aside
to
Caius
Pray
you
,
let
us
not
be
laughing-stocks
to
other
men’s
humors
.
I
desire
you
in
friendship
,
and
I
will
one
way
or
other
make
you
amends
.
(
Aloud
.
)
By
Jeshu
,
I
will
knog
your
urinal
about
your
knave’s
cogscomb
.
Diable
!
Jack
Rugby
,
mine
Host
de
Jarteer
,
have
I
not
stay
for
him
to
kill
him
?
Have
I
not
,
at
de
place
I
did
appoint
?
As
I
am
a
Christians
soul
,
now
look
you
,
this
is
the
place
appointed
.
I’ll
be
judgment
by
mine
Host
of
the
Garter
.
Peace
,
I
say
,
Gallia
and
Gaul
,
French
and
Welsh
,
soul-curer
and
body-curer
!
Ay
,
dat
is
very
good
,
excellent
.
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
.
(
To
Caius
.
)
Give
me
thy
hand
,
terrestrial
;
so
.
(
To
Sir
Hugh
.
)
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
.
(
To
Page
and
Shallow
.
)
Come
,
lay
their
swords
to
pawn
.
(
To
Caius
and
Sir
Hugh
.
)
Follow
me
,
lads
of
peace
,
follow
,
follow
,
follow
.
Host
exits
.
Afore
God
,
a
mad
Host
.
Follow
,
gentlemen
,
follow
.
,
aside
O
,
sweet
Anne
Page
!
Shallow
,
Page
,
and
Slender
exit
.
Ha
,
do
I
perceive
dat
?
Have
you
make-a
de
sot
of
us
,
ha
,
ha
?
This
is
well
!
He
has
made
us
his
vloutingstog
.
I
desire
you
that
we
may
be
friends
,
and
let
ACT 3. SC. 2
us
knog
our
prains
together
to
be
revenge
on
this
same
scall
,
scurvy
,
cogging
companion
,
the
Host
of
the
Garter
.
By
gar
,
with
all
my
heart
.
He
promise
to
bring
me
where
is
Anne
Page
.
By
gar
,
he
deceive
me
too
.
Well
,
I
will
smite
his
noddles
.
Pray
you
,
follow
.
Sir
Hugh
,
Caius
,
Simple
,
and
Rugby
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Robin
followed
by
Mistress
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
?
I
had
rather
,
forsooth
,
go
before
you
like
a
man
than
follow
him
like
a
dwarf
.
O
,
you
are
a
flattering
boy
!
Now
I
see
you’ll
be
a
courtier
.
Enter
Ford
.
Well
met
,
Mistress
Page
.
Whither
go
you
?
Truly
,
sir
,
to
see
your
wife
.
Is
she
at
home
?
Ay
,
and
as
idle
as
she
may
hang
together
,
for
want
of
company
.
I
think
if
your
husbands
were
dead
,
you
two
would
marry
.
Be
sure
of
that
—
two
other
husbands
.
Where
had
you
this
pretty
weathercock
?
I
cannot
tell
what
the
dickens
his
name
is
my
husband
had
him
of
.
—
What
do
you
call
your
knight’s
name
,
sirrah
?
Sir
John
Falstaff
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
Sir
John
Falstaff
!
He
,
he
.
I
can
never
hit
on
’s
name
.
There
is
such
a
league
between
my
goodman
and
he
.
Is
your
wife
at
home
indeed
?
Indeed
,
she
is
.
By
your
leave
,
sir
.
I
am
sick
till
I
see
her
.
Mistress
Page
and
Robin
exit
.
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
willful
Acteon
,
and
to
these
violent
proceedings
all
my
neighbors
shall
cry
aim
.
A
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
,
Doctor
Caius
,
and
Rugby
.
Well
met
,
Master
Ford
.
Trust
me
,
a
good
knot
.
I
have
good
cheer
at
home
,
and
I
pray
you
all
go
with
me
.
I
must
excuse
myself
,
Master
Ford
.
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
We
have
lingered
about
a
match
between
Anne
Page
and
my
cousin
Slender
,
and
this
day
we
shall
have
our
answer
.
I
hope
I
have
your
good
will
,
Father
Page
.
You
have
,
Master
Slender
.
I
stand
wholly
for
you
.
—
But
my
wife
,
Master
Doctor
,
is
for
you
altogether
.
Ay
,
be-gar
,
and
de
maid
is
love-a
me
!
My
nursh-a
Quickly
tell
me
so
mush
.
,
to
Page
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
.
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
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
.
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
.
Well
,
fare
you
well
.
We
shall
have
the
freer
wooing
at
Master
Page’s
.
Shallow
and
Slender
exit
.
Go
home
,
John
Rugby
.
I
come
anon
.
Rugby
exits
.
Farewell
,
my
hearts
.
I
will
to
my
honest
knight
Falstaff
,
and
drink
canary
with
him
.
He
exits
.
,
aside
I
think
I
shall
drink
in
pipe-wine
first
with
him
;
I’ll
make
him
dance
.
—
Will
you
go
,
gentles
?
ACT 3. SC. 3
Have
with
you
to
see
this
monster
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Mistress
Ford
and
Mistress
Page
.
What
,
John
!
What
,
Robert
!
Quickly
,
quickly
!
Is
the
buck-basket
—
I
warrant
.
—
What
,
Robert
,
I
say
!
Enter
John
and
Robert
with
a
large
buck-basket
.
Come
,
come
,
come
.
Here
,
set
it
down
.
Give
your
men
the
charge
.
We
must
be
brief
.
Marry
,
as
I
told
you
before
,
John
and
Robert
,
be
ready
here
hard
by
in
the
brewhouse
,
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
.
You
will
do
it
?
I
ha’
told
them
over
and
over
.
They
lack
no
direction
.
—
Be
gone
,
and
come
when
you
are
called
.
John
and
Robert
exit
.
Here
comes
little
Robin
.
Enter
Robin
.
How
now
,
my
eyas-musket
?
What
news
with
you
?
My
master
,
Sir
John
,
is
come
in
at
your
back
door
,
Mistress
Ford
,
and
requests
your
company
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
You
little
Jack-a-Lent
,
have
you
been
true
to
us
?
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
.
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
.
Do
so
.
—
Go
tell
thy
master
I
am
alone
.
(
Robin
exits
.
)
Mistress
Page
,
remember
you
your
cue
.
I
warrant
thee
.
If
I
do
not
act
it
,
hiss
me
.
She
exits
.
Go
to
,
then
.
We’ll
use
this
unwholesome
humidity
,
this
gross-wat’ry
pumpion
.
We’ll
teach
him
to
know
turtles
from
jays
.
Enter
Sir
John
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
blessèd
hour
!
O
,
sweet
Sir
John
!
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
.
I
your
lady
,
Sir
John
?
Alas
,
I
should
be
a
pitiful
lady
.
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
.
A
plain
kerchief
,
Sir
John
.
My
brows
become
nothing
else
,
nor
that
well
neither
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Thou
art
a
tyrant
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
semicircled
farthingale
.
I
see
what
thou
wert
,
if
Fortune
thy
foe
were
not
,
Nature
thy
friend
.
Come
,
thou
canst
not
hide
it
.
Believe
me
,
there’s
no
such
thing
in
me
.
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
deserv’st
it
.
Do
not
betray
me
,
sir
.
I
fear
you
love
Mistress
Page
.
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
.
Well
,
heaven
knows
how
I
love
you
,
and
you
shall
one
day
find
it
.
Keep
in
that
mind
.
I’ll
deserve
it
.
Nay
,
I
must
tell
you
,
so
you
do
,
or
else
I
could
not
be
in
that
mind
.
Enter
Robin
.
Mistress
Ford
,
Mistress
Ford
!
Here’s
Mistress
Page
at
the
door
,
sweating
and
blowing
and
looking
wildly
,
and
would
needs
speak
with
you
presently
.
She
shall
not
see
me
.
I
will
ensconce
me
behind
the
arras
.
Pray
you
,
do
so
.
She’s
a
very
tattling
woman
.
Falstaff
stands
behind
the
arras
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Enter
Mistress
Page
.
What’s
the
matter
?
How
now
?
O
Mistress
Ford
,
what
have
you
done
?
You’re
shamed
,
you’re
overthrown
,
you’re
undone
forever
!
What’s
the
matter
,
good
Mistress
Page
?
O
well-a-day
,
Mistress
Ford
,
having
an
honest
man
to
your
husband
,
to
give
him
such
cause
of
suspicion
!
What
cause
of
suspicion
?
What
cause
of
suspicion
?
Out
upon
you
!
How
am
I
mistook
in
you
!
Why
,
alas
,
what’s
the
matter
?
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
.
’Tis
not
so
,
I
hope
.
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
forever
.
What
shall
I
do
?
There
is
a
gentleman
,
my
dear
friend
;
and
I
fear
not
mine
own
shame
so
much
as
his
peril
.
I
had
rather
than
a
thousand
pound
he
were
out
of
the
house
.
For
shame
!
Never
stand
you
had
rather
and
you
had
rather
.
Your
husband’s
here
at
hand
.
Bethink
you
of
some
conveyance
.
In
the
ACT 3. SC. 3
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
.
He’s
too
big
to
go
in
there
.
What
shall
I
do
?
Falstaff
comes
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
.
What
,
Sir
John
Falstaff
?
(
Aside
to
him
.
)
Are
these
your
letters
,
knight
?
,
aside
to
Mistress
Page
I
love
thee
.
Help
me
away
.
Let
me
creep
in
here
.
I’ll
never
—
Falstaff
goes
into
the
basket
;
they
cover
him
with
dirty
clothes
.
,
to
Robin
Help
to
cover
your
master
,
boy
.
—
Call
your
men
,
Mistress
Ford
.
—
You
dissembling
knight
!
Robin
exits
.
What
,
John
!
Robert
!
John
!
Enter
Robert
and
John
.
Go
,
take
up
these
clothes
here
quickly
.
Where’s
the
cowlstaff
?
Look
how
you
drumble
!
Carry
them
to
the
laundress
in
Datchet
Mead
.
Quickly
!
Come
.
Enter
Ford
,
Page
,
Doctor
Caius
,
and
Sir
Hugh
Evans
.
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
?
To
the
laundress
,
forsooth
.
Why
,
what
have
you
to
do
whither
they
bear
it
?
You
were
best
meddle
with
buck-washing
!
ACT 3. SC. 3
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
.
Robert
and
John
exit
with
the
buck-basket
.
Gentlemen
,
I
have
dreamed
tonight
;
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
.
(
He
locks
the
door
.
)
So
,
now
uncape
.
Good
Master
Ford
,
be
contented
.
You
wrong
yourself
too
much
.
True
,
Master
Page
.
—
Up
,
gentlemen
.
You
shall
see
sport
anon
.
Follow
me
,
gentlemen
.
He
exits
.
This
is
fery
fantastical
humors
and
jealousies
.
By
gar
,
’tis
no
the
fashion
of
France
.
It
is
not
jealous
in
France
.
Nay
,
follow
him
,
gentlemen
.
See
the
issue
of
his
search
.
Page
,
Sir
Hugh
,
and
Caius
exit
.
Is
there
not
a
double
excellency
in
this
?
I
know
not
which
pleases
me
better
—
that
my
husband
is
deceived
,
or
Sir
John
.
What
a
taking
was
he
in
when
your
husband
asked
who
was
in
the
basket
!
I
am
half
afraid
he
will
have
need
of
washing
,
so
throwing
him
into
the
water
will
do
him
a
benefit
.
Hang
him
,
dishonest
rascal
!
I
would
all
of
the
same
strain
were
in
the
same
distress
.
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
.
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
.
Shall
we
send
that
foolish
carrion
Mistress
ACT 3. SC. 3
Quickly
to
him
,
and
excuse
his
throwing
into
the
water
,
and
give
him
another
hope
,
to
betray
him
to
another
punishment
?
We
will
do
it
.
Let
him
be
sent
for
tomorrow
eight
o’clock
to
have
amends
.
Enter
Ford
,
Page
,
Doctor
Caius
,
and
Sir
Hugh
.
I
cannot
find
him
.
Maybe
the
knave
bragged
of
that
he
could
not
compass
.
,
aside
to
Mistress
Ford
Heard
you
that
?
You
use
me
well
,
Master
Ford
,
do
you
?
Ay
,
I
do
so
.
Heaven
make
you
better
than
your
thoughts
!
Amen
!
You
do
yourself
mighty
wrong
,
Master
Ford
.
Ay
,
ay
.
I
must
bear
it
.
If
there
be
anypody
in
the
house
,
and
in
the
chambers
,
and
in
the
coffers
,
and
in
the
presses
,
heaven
forgive
my
sins
at
the
day
of
judgment
!
Be
gar
,
nor
I
too
.
There
is
nobodies
.
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
.
’Tis
my
fault
,
Master
Page
.
I
suffer
for
it
.
You
suffer
for
a
pad
conscience
.
Your
wife
is
as
honest
a
’omans
as
I
will
desires
among
five
thousand
,
and
five
hundred
too
.
By
gar
,
I
see
’tis
an
honest
woman
.
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
ACT 3. SC. 4
this
.
—
Come
,
wife
—
come
,
Mistress
Page
,
I
pray
you
,
pardon
me
.
Pray
,
heartily
,
pardon
me
.
Mistress
Page
and
Mistress
Ford
exit
.
,
to
Caius
and
Sir
Hugh
Let’s
go
in
,
gentlemen
.
But
,
trust
me
,
we’ll
mock
him
.
(
To
Ford
,
Caius
,
and
Sir
Hugh
.
)
I
do
invite
you
tomorrow
morning
to
my
house
to
breakfast
.
After
,
we’ll
a-birding
together
;
I
have
a
fine
hawk
for
the
bush
.
Shall
it
be
so
?
Anything
.
If
there
is
one
,
I
shall
make
two
in
the
company
.
If
there
be
one
or
two
,
I
shall
make-a
the
turd
.
Pray
you
,
go
,
Master
Page
.
Ford
and
Page
exit
.
I
pray
you
now
,
remembrance
tomorrow
on
the
lousy
knave
mine
Host
.
Dat
is
good
,
by
gar
,
with
all
my
heart
.
A
lousy
knave
,
to
have
his
gibes
and
his
mockeries
!
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Fenton
and
Anne
Page
.
I
see
I
cannot
get
thy
father’s
love
;
Therefore
no
more
turn
me
to
him
,
sweet
Nan
.
Alas
,
how
then
?
Why
,
thou
must
be
thyself
.
He
doth
object
I
am
too
great
of
birth
,
And
that
,
my
state
being
galled
with
my
expense
,
I
seek
to
heal
it
only
by
his
wealth
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
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
.
Maybe
he
tells
you
true
.
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
sealèd
bags
.
And
’tis
the
very
riches
of
thyself
That
now
I
aim
at
.
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
talk
aside
.
Enter
Shallow
,
Slender
,
and
Mistress
Quickly
.
Break
their
talk
,
Mistress
Quickly
.
My
kinsman
shall
speak
for
himself
.
I’ll
make
a
shaft
or
a
bolt
on
’t
.
’Slid
,
’tis
but
venturing
.
Be
not
dismayed
.
No
,
she
shall
not
dismay
me
.
I
care
not
for
that
,
but
that
I
am
afeard
.
,
to
Anne
Hark
ye
,
Master
Slender
would
speak
a
word
with
you
.
I
come
to
him
.
(
Aside
.
)
This
is
my
father’s
choice
.
O
,
what
a
world
of
vile
ill-favored
faults
Looks
handsome
in
three
hundred
pounds
a
year
!
And
how
does
good
Master
Fenton
?
Pray
you
,
a
word
with
you
.
They
talk
aside
.
,
to
Slender
She’s
coming
.
To
her
,
coz
!
O
boy
,
thou
hadst
a
father
!
ACT 3. SC. 4
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
.
Mistress
Anne
,
my
cousin
loves
you
.
Ay
,
that
I
do
,
as
well
as
I
love
any
woman
in
Gloucestershire
.
He
will
maintain
you
like
a
gentlewoman
.
Ay
,
that
I
will
,
come
cut
and
longtail
,
under
the
degree
of
a
squire
.
He
will
make
you
a
hundred
and
fifty
pounds
jointure
.
Good
Master
Shallow
,
let
him
woo
for
himself
.
Marry
,
I
thank
you
for
it
.
I
thank
you
for
that
good
comfort
.
—
She
calls
you
,
coz
.
I’ll
leave
you
.
He
steps
aside
.
Now
,
Master
Slender
.
Now
,
good
Mistress
Anne
.
What
is
your
will
?
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
.
I
mean
,
Master
Slender
,
what
would
you
with
me
?
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
.
Enter
Page
and
Mistress
Page
.
Here
he
comes
.
Now
,
Master
Slender
.
—
Love
him
,
daughter
Anne
.
—
Why
,
how
now
?
What
does
Master
Fenton
here
?
ACT 3. SC. 4
You
wrong
me
,
sir
,
thus
still
to
haunt
my
house
.
I
told
you
,
sir
,
my
daughter
is
disposed
of
.
Nay
,
Master
Page
,
be
not
impatient
.
Good
Master
Fenton
,
come
not
to
my
child
.
She
is
no
match
for
you
.
Sir
,
will
you
hear
me
?
No
,
good
Master
Fenton
.
—
Come
Master
Shallow
.
—
Come
,
son
Slender
,
in
.
—
Knowing
my
mind
,
you
wrong
me
,
Master
Fenton
.
Page
,
Shallow
,
and
Slender
exit
.
,
to
Fenton
Speak
to
Mistress
Page
.
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
colors
of
my
love
And
not
retire
.
Let
me
have
your
good
will
.
Good
mother
,
do
not
marry
me
to
yond
fool
.
I
mean
it
not
;
I
seek
you
a
better
husband
.
That’s
my
master
,
Master
Doctor
.
Alas
,
I
had
rather
be
set
quick
i’
th’
earth
And
bowled
to
death
with
turnips
!
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
.
Farewell
,
gentle
mistress
.
—
Farewell
,
Nan
.
Mistress
Page
and
Anne
Page
exit
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
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
.
I
thank
thee
;
and
I
pray
thee
,
once
tonight
Give
my
sweet
Nan
this
ring
.
There’s
for
thy
pains
.
He
gives
her
money
and
a
ring
.
Now
heaven
send
thee
good
fortune
.
Fenton
exits
.
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
!
She
exits
.
Scene
5
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
.
Bardolph
,
I
say
!
Enter
Bardolph
.
Here
,
sir
.
Go
fetch
me
a
quart
of
sack
;
put
a
toast
in
’t
.
Bardolph
exits
.
Have
I
lived
to
be
carried
in
a
basket
like
a
barrow
of
butcher’s
offal
,
and
to
be
thrown
in
the
Thames
?
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
.
’Sblood
,
the
rogues
ACT 3. SC. 5
slighted
me
into
the
river
with
as
little
remorse
as
they
would
have
drowned
a
blind
bitch’s
puppies
,
fifteen
i’
th’
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
I
had
been
swelled
!
By
the
Lord
,
I
should
have
been
a
mountain
of
mummy
.
Enter
Bardolph
with
cups
of
sack
.
Here’s
Mistress
Quickly
,
sir
,
to
speak
with
you
.
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
.
He
drinks
.
Call
her
in
.
Come
in
,
woman
.
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
.
By
your
leave
,
I
cry
you
mercy
.
Give
your
Worship
good
morrow
.
,
to
Bardolph
Take
away
these
chalices
.
Go
brew
me
a
pottle
of
sack
finely
.
With
eggs
,
sir
?
Simple
of
itself
.
I’ll
no
pullet
sperm
in
my
brewage
.
Bardolph
exits
.
How
now
?
Marry
,
sir
,
I
come
to
your
Worship
from
Mistress
Ford
.
Mistress
Ford
?
I
have
had
ford
enough
.
I
was
thrown
into
the
ford
,
I
have
my
belly
full
of
ford
.
Alas
the
day
,
good
heart
,
that
was
not
her
fault
.
She
does
so
take
on
with
her
men
;
they
mistook
their
erection
.
ACT 3. SC. 5
So
did
I
mine
,
to
build
upon
a
foolish
woman’s
promise
.
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
.
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
.
I
will
tell
her
.
Do
so
.
Between
nine
and
ten
,
say’st
thou
?
Eight
and
nine
,
sir
.
Well
,
be
gone
.
I
will
not
miss
her
.
Peace
be
with
you
,
sir
.
Mistress
Quickly
exits
.
I
marvel
I
hear
not
of
Master
Brook
.
He
sent
me
word
to
stay
within
.
I
like
his
money
well
.
Enter
Ford
disguised
as
Brook
.
O
,
here
he
comes
.
,
as
Brook
God
bless
you
,
sir
.
Now
,
Master
Brook
,
you
come
to
know
what
hath
passed
between
me
and
Ford’s
wife
.
,
as
Brook
That
indeed
,
Sir
John
,
is
my
business
.
Master
Brook
,
I
will
not
lie
to
you
.
I
was
at
her
house
the
hour
she
appointed
me
.
,
as
Brook
And
sped
you
,
sir
?
Very
ill-favoredly
,
Master
Brook
.
,
as
Brook
How
so
,
sir
?
Did
she
change
her
determination
?
No
,
Master
Brook
,
but
the
peaking
cornuto
her
husband
,
Master
Brook
,
dwelling
in
a
continual
’larum
of
jealousy
,
comes
me
in
the
instant
of
ACT 3. SC. 5
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
.
,
as
Brook
What
,
while
you
were
there
?
While
I
was
there
.
,
as
Brook
And
did
he
search
for
you
and
could
not
find
you
?
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
.
,
as
Brook
A
buck-basket
!
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
.
,
as
Brook
And
how
long
lay
you
there
?
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
,
ACT 3. SC. 5
an
intolerable
fright
to
be
detected
with
a
jealous
rotten
bellwether
;
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
horseshoe
!
Think
of
that
—
hissing
hot
—
think
of
that
,
Master
Brook
.
,
as
Brook
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
?
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
.
,
as
Brook
’Tis
past
eight
already
,
sir
.
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
.
Falstaff
exits
.
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
ACT 3. SC. 5
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
.
He
exits
.
ACT
4
Scene
1
Enter
Mistress
Page
,
Mistress
Quickly
,
and
William
.
Is
he
at
Master
Ford’s
already
,
think’st
thou
?
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
.
I’ll
be
with
her
by
and
by
.
I’ll
but
bring
my
young
man
here
to
school
.
Enter
Sir
Hugh
Evans
.
Look
where
his
master
comes
.
’Tis
a
playing
day
,
I
see
.
—
How
now
,
Sir
Hugh
,
no
school
today
?
No
.
Master
Slender
is
let
the
boys
leave
to
play
.
Blessing
of
his
heart
!
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
.
Come
hither
,
William
.
Hold
up
your
head
.
Come
.
Come
on
,
sirrah
.
Hold
up
your
head
.
Answer
your
master
.
Be
not
afraid
.
William
,
how
many
numbers
is
in
nouns
?
Two
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Truly
,
I
thought
there
had
been
one
number
more
,
because
they
say
’Od’s
nouns
.
Peace
your
tattlings
!
—
What
is
fair
,
William
?
Pulcher
.
Polecats
?
There
are
fairer
things
than
polecats
,
sure
.
You
are
a
very
simplicity
’oman
.
I
pray
you
,
peace
.
—
What
is
lapis
,
William
?
A
stone
.
And
what
is
a
stone
,
William
?
A
pebble
.
No
.
It
is
lapis
.
I
pray
you
,
remember
in
your
prain
.
Lapis
.
That
is
a
good
William
.
What
is
he
,
William
,
that
does
lend
articles
?
Articles
are
borrowed
of
the
pronoun
and
be
thus
declined
:
singulariter
,
nominativo
,
hic
,
haec
,
hoc
.
Nominativo
,
hig
,
haeg
,
hog
.
Pray
you
,
mark
:
genitivo
,
huius
.
Well
,
what
is
your
accusative
case
?
Accusativo
,
hinc
.
I
pray
you
,
have
your
remembrance
,
child
.
Accusativo
,
hung
,
hang
,
hog
.
Hang-hog
is
Latin
for
bacon
,
I
warrant
you
.
Leave
your
prabbles
,
’oman
.
—
What
is
the
focative
case
,
William
?
O
—
vocativo
—
O
—
Remember
,
William
,
focative
is
caret
.
And
that’s
a
good
root
.
’Oman
,
forbear
.
,
to
Mistress
Quickly
Peace
!
What
is
your
genitive
case
plural
,
William
?
Genitive
case
?
ACT 4. SC. 2
Ay
.
Genitive
:
horum
,
harum
,
horum
.
Vengeance
of
Ginny’s
case
!
Fie
on
her
!
Never
name
her
,
child
,
if
she
be
a
whore
.
For
shame
,
’oman
!
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
whorum
.
—
Fie
upon
you
!
’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
.
,
to
Mistress
Quickly
Prithee
,
hold
thy
peace
.
Show
me
now
,
William
,
some
declensions
of
your
pronouns
.
Forsooth
,
I
have
forgot
.
It
is
qui
,
quae
,
quod
.
If
you
forget
your
qui
’s
,
your
quae
’s
,
and
your
quod
’s
,
you
must
be
preeches
.
Go
your
ways
and
play
,
go
.
He
is
a
better
scholar
than
I
thought
he
was
.
He
is
a
good
sprag
memory
.
Farewell
,
Mistress
Page
.
Adieu
,
good
Sir
Hugh
.
—
Get
you
home
,
boy
.
(
To
Mistress
Quickly
.
)
Come
.
We
stay
too
long
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
and
Mistress
Ford
.
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
ACT 4. SC. 2
only
,
Mistress
Ford
,
in
the
simple
office
of
love
,
but
in
all
the
accoutrement
,
compliment
,
and
ceremony
of
it
.
But
are
you
sure
of
your
husband
now
?
He’s
a-birding
,
sweet
Sir
John
.
,
within
What
ho
,
gossip
Ford
!
What
ho
!
Step
into
th’
chamber
,
Sir
John
.
Falstaff
exits
.
Enter
Mistress
Page
.
How
now
,
sweetheart
,
who’s
at
home
besides
yourself
?
Why
,
none
but
mine
own
people
.
Indeed
?
No
,
certainly
.
Aside
to
her
.
Speak
louder
.
Truly
,
I
am
so
glad
you
have
nobody
here
.
Why
?
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
.
Why
,
does
he
talk
of
him
?
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
How
near
is
he
,
Mistress
Page
?
Hard
by
,
at
street
end
.
He
will
be
here
anon
.
I
am
undone
!
The
knight
is
here
.
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
.
Which
way
should
he
go
?
How
should
I
bestow
him
?
Shall
I
put
him
into
the
basket
again
?
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
.
No
,
I’ll
come
no
more
i’
th’
basket
.
May
I
not
go
out
ere
he
come
?
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
?
What
shall
I
do
?
I’ll
creep
up
into
the
chimney
.
There
they
always
use
to
discharge
their
birding
pieces
.
Creep
into
the
kiln-hole
.
Where
is
it
?
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
.
I’ll
go
out
,
then
.
If
you
go
out
in
your
own
semblance
,
you
die
,
Sir
John
—
unless
you
go
out
disguised
.
How
might
we
disguise
him
?
Alas
the
day
,
I
know
not
.
There
is
no
woman’s
gown
big
enough
for
him
;
otherwise
he
ACT 4. SC. 2
might
put
on
a
hat
,
a
muffler
,
and
a
kerchief
,
and
so
escape
.
Good
hearts
,
devise
something
.
Any
extremity
rather
than
a
mischief
.
My
maid’s
aunt
,
the
fat
woman
of
Brentford
,
has
a
gown
above
.
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
.
Go
,
go
,
sweet
Sir
John
.
Mistress
Page
and
I
will
look
some
linen
for
your
head
.
Quick
,
quick
!
We’ll
come
dress
you
straight
.
Put
on
the
gown
the
while
.
Falstaff
exits
.
I
would
my
husband
would
meet
him
in
this
shape
.
He
cannot
abide
the
old
woman
of
Brentford
.
He
swears
she’s
a
witch
,
forbade
her
my
house
,
and
hath
threatened
to
beat
her
.
Heaven
guide
him
to
thy
husband’s
cudgel
,
and
the
devil
guide
his
cudgel
afterwards
!
But
is
my
husband
coming
?
Ay
,
in
good
sadness
is
he
,
and
talks
of
the
basket
too
,
howsoever
he
hath
had
intelligence
.
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
.
Nay
,
but
he’ll
be
here
presently
.
Let’s
go
dress
him
like
the
witch
of
Brentford
.
I’ll
first
direct
my
men
what
they
shall
do
with
the
basket
.
Go
up
.
I’ll
bring
linen
for
him
straight
.
She
exits
.
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
We
do
not
act
that
often
jest
and
laugh
;
’Tis
old
but
true
:
Still
swine
eats
all
the
draff
.
She
exits
.
Enter
Mistress
Ford
with
Robert
and
John
,
who
bring
the
buck-basket
.
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
.
She
exits
.
Come
,
come
,
take
it
up
.
Pray
heaven
it
be
not
full
of
knight
again
.
I
hope
not
.
I
had
lief
as
bear
so
much
lead
.
They
pick
up
the
basket
.
Enter
Ford
,
Page
,
Doctor
Caius
,
Sir
Hugh
Evans
,
and
Shallow
.
Ay
,
but
if
it
prove
true
,
Master
Page
,
have
you
any
way
then
to
unfool
me
again
?
—
Set
down
the
basket
,
villain
.
They
put
the
basket
down
.
Somebody
call
my
wife
.
Youth
in
a
basket
!
O
,
you
panderly
rascals
!
There’s
a
knot
,
a
gang
,
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
!
Why
,
this
passes
,
Master
Ford
!
You
are
not
to
go
loose
any
longer
;
you
must
be
pinioned
.
Why
,
this
is
lunatics
.
This
is
mad
as
a
mad
dog
.
Indeed
,
Master
Ford
,
this
is
not
well
,
indeed
.
So
say
I
too
,
sir
.
Enter
Mistress
Ford
.
Come
hither
,
Mistress
Ford
.
—
Mistress
Ford
,
the
honest
woman
,
the
modest
wife
,
the
virtuous
creature
,
ACT 4. SC. 2
that
hath
the
jealous
fool
to
her
husband
!
—
I
suspect
without
cause
,
mistress
,
do
I
?
Heaven
be
my
witness
you
do
,
if
you
suspect
me
in
any
dishonesty
.
Well
said
,
brazen-face
.
Hold
it
out
.
—
Come
forth
,
sirrah
.
He
pulls
clothes
out
of
the
basket
.
This
passes
.
Are
you
not
ashamed
?
Let
the
clothes
alone
.
I
shall
find
you
anon
.
’Tis
unreasonable
.
Will
you
take
up
your
wife’s
clothes
?
Come
,
away
.
,
to
the
Servants
Empty
the
basket
,
I
say
.
Why
,
man
,
why
?
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
.
If
you
find
a
man
there
,
he
shall
die
a
flea’s
death
.
Robert
and
John
empty
the
basket
.
Here’s
no
man
.
By
my
fidelity
,
this
is
not
well
,
Master
Ford
.
This
wrongs
you
.
Master
Ford
,
you
must
pray
,
and
not
follow
the
imaginations
of
your
own
heart
.
This
is
jealousies
.
Well
,
he’s
not
here
I
seek
for
.
No
,
nor
nowhere
else
but
in
your
brain
.
Help
to
search
my
house
this
one
time
.
If
I
find
not
what
I
seek
,
show
no
color
for
my
extremity
.
Let
me
forever
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
.
Robert
and
John
refill
the
basket
and
carry
it
off
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
,
calling
offstage
What
ho
,
Mistress
Page
!
Come
you
and
the
old
woman
down
.
My
husband
will
come
into
the
chamber
.
Old
woman
?
What
old
woman’s
that
?
Why
,
it
is
my
maid’s
aunt
of
Brentford
.
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
th’
figure
,
and
such
daubery
as
this
is
,
beyond
our
element
.
We
know
nothing
.
—
Come
down
,
you
witch
,
you
hag
,
you
!
Come
down
,
I
say
!
Ford
seizes
a
cudgel
.
Nay
,
good
sweet
husband
!
—
Good
gentlemen
,
let
him
not
strike
the
old
woman
.
Enter
Mistress
Page
and
Sir
John
Falstaff
disguised
as
an
old
woman
.
Come
,
Mother
Pratt
;
come
,
give
me
your
hand
.
I’ll
pratt
her
.
(
He
beats
Falstaff
.
)
Out
of
my
door
,
you
witch
,
you
rag
,
you
baggage
,
you
polecat
,
you
runnion
!
Out
,
out
!
I’ll
conjure
you
,
I’ll
fortune-tell
you
!
Falstaff
exits
.
Are
you
not
ashamed
?
I
think
you
have
killed
the
poor
woman
.
Nay
,
he
will
do
it
.
—
’Tis
a
goodly
credit
for
you
.
Hang
her
,
witch
!
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
.
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
Let’s
obey
his
humor
a
little
further
.
Come
,
gentlemen
.
Ford
,
Page
,
Caius
,
Sir
Hugh
,
and
Shallow
exit
.
Trust
me
,
he
beat
him
most
pitifully
.
Nay
,
by
th’
Mass
,
that
he
did
not
;
he
beat
him
most
unpitifully
,
methought
.
I’ll
have
the
cudgel
hallowed
and
hung
o’er
the
altar
.
It
hath
done
meritorious
service
.
What
think
you
?
May
we
,
with
the
warrant
of
womanhood
and
the
witness
of
a
good
conscience
,
pursue
him
with
any
further
revenge
?
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
.
Shall
we
tell
our
husbands
how
we
have
served
him
?
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
.
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
.
Come
,
to
the
forge
with
it
,
then
shape
it
.
I
would
not
have
things
cool
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Host
and
Bardolph
.
Sir
,
the
Germans
desire
to
have
three
of
your
horses
.
The
Duke
himself
will
be
tomorrow
at
court
,
and
they
are
going
to
meet
him
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
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
?
Ay
,
sir
.
I’ll
call
them
to
you
.
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Page
,
Ford
,
Mistress
Page
,
Mistress
Ford
,
and
Sir
Hugh
Evans
.
’Tis
one
of
the
best
discretions
of
a
’oman
as
ever
I
did
look
upon
.
And
did
he
send
you
both
these
letters
at
an
instant
?
Within
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
Pardon
me
,
wife
.
Henceforth
do
what
thou
wilt
.
I
rather
will
suspect
the
sun
with
cold
Than
thee
with
wantonness
.
Now
doth
thy
honor
stand
,
In
him
that
was
of
late
an
heretic
,
As
firm
as
faith
.
’Tis
well
,
’tis
well
.
No
more
.
Be
not
as
extreme
in
submission
as
in
offense
.
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
.
There
is
no
better
way
than
that
they
spoke
of
.
How
,
to
send
him
word
they’ll
meet
him
in
the
park
at
midnight
?
Fie
,
fie
,
he’ll
never
come
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
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
.
So
think
I
too
.
Devise
but
how
you’ll
use
him
when
he
comes
,
And
let
us
two
devise
to
bring
him
thither
.
There
is
an
old
tale
goes
that
Herne
the
Hunter
,
Sometime
a
keeper
here
in
Windsor
Forest
,
Doth
all
the
wintertime
,
at
still
midnight
,
Walk
round
about
an
oak
,
with
great
ragged
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
.
Why
,
yet
there
want
not
many
that
do
fear
In
deep
of
night
to
walk
by
this
Herne’s
oak
.
But
what
of
this
?
Marry
,
this
is
our
device
,
That
Falstaff
at
that
oak
shall
meet
with
us
.
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
?
That
likewise
have
we
thought
upon
,
and
thus
:
Nan
Page
my
daughter
,
and
my
little
son
,
ACT 4. SC. 4
And
three
or
four
more
of
their
growth
we’ll
dress
Like
urchins
,
aufs
,
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
diffusèd
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
.
And
till
he
tell
the
truth
,
Let
the
supposèd
fairies
pinch
him
sound
And
burn
him
with
their
tapers
.
The
truth
being
known
,
We’ll
all
present
ourselves
,
dis-horn
the
spirit
,
And
mock
him
home
to
Windsor
.
The
children
must
Be
practiced
well
to
this
,
or
they’ll
ne’er
do
’t
.
I
will
teach
the
children
their
behaviors
,
and
I
will
be
like
a
jackanapes
also
,
to
burn
the
knight
with
my
taber
.
That
will
be
excellent
.
I’ll
go
buy
them
vizards
.
My
Nan
shall
be
the
queen
of
all
the
fairies
,
Finely
attirèd
in
a
robe
of
white
.
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
.
Nay
,
I’ll
to
him
again
in
name
of
Brook
.
He’ll
tell
me
all
his
purpose
.
Sure
he’ll
come
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
Fear
not
you
that
.
Go
get
us
properties
And
tricking
for
our
fairies
.
Let
us
about
it
.
It
is
admirable
pleasures
and
fery
honest
knaveries
.
Page
,
Ford
,
and
Sir
Hugh
exit
.
Go
,
Mistress
Ford
,
Send
quickly
to
Sir
John
to
know
his
mind
.
Mistress
Ford
exits
.
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-moneyed
,
and
his
friends
Potent
at
court
.
He
,
none
but
he
,
shall
have
her
,
Though
twenty
thousand
worthier
come
to
crave
her
.
She
exits
.
Scene
5
Enter
Host
and
Simple
.
What
wouldst
thou
have
,
boor
?
What
,
thickskin
?
Speak
,
breathe
,
discuss
;
brief
,
short
,
quick
,
snap
.
Marry
,
sir
,
I
come
to
speak
with
Sir
John
Falstaff
from
Master
Slender
.
There’s
his
chamber
,
his
house
,
his
castle
,
his
standing-bed
and
truckle-bed
.
’Tis
painted
about
with
the
story
of
the
Prodigal
,
fresh
and
new
.
Go
,
knock
and
call
.
He’ll
speak
like
an
Anthropophaginian
unto
thee
.
Knock
,
I
say
.
There’s
an
old
woman
,
a
fat
woman
,
gone
up
into
his
chamber
.
I’ll
be
so
bold
as
stay
,
sir
,
till
she
come
down
.
I
come
to
speak
with
her
,
indeed
.
Ha
?
A
fat
woman
?
The
knight
may
be
robbed
.
I’ll
call
.
—
Bully
knight
!
Bully
Sir
John
!
Speak
from
ACT 4. SC. 5
thy
lungs
military
.
Art
thou
there
?
It
is
thine
Host
,
thine
Ephesian
,
calls
.
,
within
How
now
,
mine
Host
?
Here’s
a
Bohemian
Tartar
tarries
the
coming
down
of
thy
fat
woman
.
Let
her
descend
,
bully
,
let
her
descend
.
My
chambers
are
honorable
.
Fie
!
Privacy
?
Fie
!
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
.
There
was
,
mine
Host
,
an
old
fat
woman
even
now
with
me
,
but
she’s
gone
.
Pray
you
,
sir
,
was
’t
not
the
wise
woman
of
Brentford
?
Ay
,
marry
,
was
it
,
mussel-shell
.
What
would
you
with
her
?
My
master
,
sir
,
my
Master
Slender
,
sent
to
her
,
seeing
her
go
through
the
streets
,
to
know
,
sir
,
whether
one
Nym
,
sir
,
that
beguiled
him
of
a
chain
,
had
the
chain
or
no
.
I
spake
with
the
old
woman
about
it
.
And
what
says
she
,
I
pray
,
sir
?
Marry
,
she
says
that
the
very
same
man
that
beguiled
Master
Slender
of
his
chain
cozened
him
of
it
.
I
would
I
could
have
spoken
with
the
woman
herself
.
I
had
other
things
to
have
spoken
with
her
too
from
him
.
What
are
they
?
Let
us
know
.
Ay
,
come
.
Quick
!
I
may
not
conceal
them
,
sir
.
Conceal
them
,
or
thou
diest
.
Why
,
sir
,
they
were
nothing
but
about
Mistress
Anne
Page
,
to
know
if
it
were
my
master’s
fortune
to
have
her
or
no
.
’Tis
;
’tis
his
fortune
.
What
,
sir
?
ACT 4. SC. 5
To
have
her
or
no
.
Go
.
Say
the
woman
told
me
so
.
May
I
be
bold
to
say
so
,
sir
?
Ay
,
sir
;
like
who
more
bold
.
I
thank
your
Worship
.
I
shall
make
my
master
glad
with
these
tidings
.
He
exits
.
Thou
art
clerkly
,
thou
art
clerkly
,
Sir
John
.
Was
there
a
wise
woman
with
thee
?
Ay
,
that
there
was
,
mine
Host
,
one
that
hath
taught
me
more
wit
than
ever
I
learned
before
in
my
life
.
And
I
paid
nothing
for
it
neither
,
but
was
paid
for
my
learning
.
Enter
Bardolph
.
,
to
Host
Out
,
alas
,
sir
,
cozenage
,
mere
cozenage
!
Where
be
my
horses
?
Speak
well
of
them
,
varletto
.
Run
away
with
the
cozeners
.
For
so
soon
as
I
came
beyond
Eton
,
they
threw
me
off
from
behind
one
of
them
in
a
slough
of
mire
,
and
set
spurs
,
and
away
,
like
three
German
devils
,
three
Doctor
Faustuses
.
They
are
gone
but
to
meet
the
Duke
,
villain
.
Do
not
say
they
be
fled
.
Germans
are
honest
men
.
Enter
Sir
Hugh
Evans
.
Where
is
mine
Host
?
What
is
the
matter
,
sir
?
Have
a
care
of
your
entertainments
.
There
is
a
friend
of
mine
come
to
town
tells
me
there
is
three
cozen-Germans
that
has
cozened
all
the
hosts
of
Readings
,
of
Maidenhead
,
of
Colnbrook
,
of
horses
and
money
.
I
tell
you
for
good
will
,
look
you
.
You
are
wise
,
and
full
of
gibes
and
vlouting-stocks
,
and
’tis
not
convenient
you
should
be
cozened
.
Fare
you
well
.
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 5
Enter
Doctor
Caius
.
Vere
is
mine
Host
de
Jarteer
?
Here
,
Master
Doctor
,
in
perplexity
and
doubtful
dilemma
.
I
cannot
tell
vat
is
dat
.
But
it
is
tell-a
me
dat
you
make
grand
preparation
for
a
duke
de
Jamanie
.
By
my
trot
,
dere
is
no
duke
that
the
court
is
know
to
come
.
I
tell
you
for
good
will
.
Adieu
.
He
exits
.
,
to
Bardolph
Hue
and
cry
,
villain
,
go
!
—
Assist
me
,
knight
.
I
am
undone
.
—
Fly
,
run
;
hue
and
cry
,
villain
!
I
am
undone
.
Host
and
Bardolph
exit
.
I
would
all
the
world
might
be
cozened
,
for
I
have
been
cozened
and
beaten
too
.
If
it
should
come
to
the
ear
of
the
court
how
I
have
been
transformed
,
and
how
my
transformation
hath
been
washed
and
cudgeled
,
they
would
melt
me
out
of
my
fat
drop
by
drop
,
and
liquor
fishermen’s
boots
with
me
.
I
warrant
they
would
whip
me
with
their
fine
wits
till
I
were
as
crestfallen
as
a
dried
pear
.
I
never
prospered
since
I
forswore
myself
at
primero
.
Well
,
if
my
wind
were
but
long
enough
,
I
would
repent
.
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
.
Now
,
whence
come
you
?
From
the
two
parties
,
forsooth
.
The
devil
take
one
party
,
and
his
dam
the
other
,
and
so
they
shall
be
both
bestowed
.
I
have
suffered
more
for
their
sakes
,
more
than
the
villainous
inconstancy
of
man’s
disposition
is
able
to
bear
.
And
have
not
they
suffered
?
Yes
,
I
warrant
,
speciously
one
of
them
.
Mistress
Ford
,
ACT 4. SC. 6
good
heart
,
is
beaten
black
and
blue
that
you
cannot
see
a
white
spot
about
her
.
What
tell’st
thou
me
of
black
and
blue
?
I
was
beaten
myself
into
all
the
colors
of
the
rainbow
,
and
I
was
like
to
be
apprehended
for
the
witch
of
Brentford
.
But
that
my
admirable
dexterity
of
wit
,
my
counterfeiting
the
action
of
an
old
woman
,
delivered
me
,
the
knave
constable
had
set
me
i’
th’
stocks
,
i’
th’
common
stocks
,
for
a
witch
.
Sir
,
let
me
speak
with
you
in
your
chamber
.
You
shall
hear
how
things
go
,
and
,
I
warrant
,
to
your
content
.
Here
is
a
letter
will
say
somewhat
.
She
gives
him
a
paper
.
Good
hearts
,
what
ado
here
is
to
bring
you
together
!
Sure
,
one
of
you
does
not
serve
heaven
well
,
that
you
are
so
crossed
.
Come
up
into
my
chamber
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Enter
Fenton
and
Host
.
Master
Fenton
,
talk
not
to
me
.
My
mind
is
heavy
.
I
will
give
over
all
.
Yet
hear
me
speak
.
Assist
me
in
my
purpose
,
And
,
as
I
am
a
gentleman
,
I’ll
give
thee
A
hundred
pound
in
gold
more
than
your
loss
.
I
will
hear
you
,
Master
Fenton
,
and
I
will
,
at
the
least
,
keep
your
counsel
.
From
time
to
time
I
have
acquainted
you
With
the
dear
love
I
bear
to
fair
Anne
Page
,
Who
mutually
hath
answered
my
affection
,
So
far
forth
as
herself
might
be
her
chooser
,
ACT 4. SC. 6
Even
to
my
wish
.
I
have
a
letter
from
her
Of
such
contents
as
you
will
wonder
at
,
The
mirth
whereof
so
larded
with
my
matter
That
neither
singly
can
be
manifested
Without
the
show
of
both
.
Fat
Falstaff
Hath
a
great
scene
;
the
image
of
the
jest
I’ll
show
you
here
at
large
.
He
shows
the
Host
a
paper
.
Hark
,
good
mine
Host
:
Tonight
at
Herne’s
oak
,
just
’twixt
twelve
and
one
,
Must
my
sweet
Nan
present
the
Fairy
Queen
—
The
purpose
why
is
here
—
in
which
disguise
,
While
other
jests
are
something
rank
on
foot
,
Her
father
hath
commanded
her
to
slip
Away
with
Slender
,
and
with
him
at
Eton
Immediately
to
marry
.
She
hath
consented
.
Now
,
sir
,
Her
mother
,
ever
strong
against
that
match
And
firm
for
Doctor
Caius
,
hath
appointed
That
he
shall
likewise
shuffle
her
away
,
While
other
sports
are
tasking
of
their
minds
,
And
at
the
dean’ry
,
where
a
priest
attends
,
Straight
marry
her
.
To
this
her
mother’s
plot
She
,
seemingly
obedient
,
likewise
hath
Made
promise
to
the
doctor
.
Now
,
thus
it
rests
:
Her
father
means
she
shall
be
all
in
white
,
And
in
that
habit
,
when
Slender
sees
his
time
To
take
her
by
the
hand
and
bid
her
go
,
She
shall
go
with
him
.
Her
mother
hath
intended
The
better
to
denote
her
to
the
doctor
—
For
they
must
all
be
masked
and
vizarded
—
That
quaint
in
green
she
shall
be
loose
enrobed
,
With
ribbons
pendent
flaring
’bout
her
head
;
And
when
the
doctor
spies
his
vantage
ripe
,
To
pinch
her
by
the
hand
,
and
on
that
token
The
maid
hath
given
consent
to
go
with
him
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
Which
means
she
to
deceive
,
father
or
mother
?
Both
,
my
good
Host
,
to
go
along
with
me
.
And
here
it
rests
,
that
you’ll
procure
the
vicar
To
stay
for
me
at
church
’twixt
twelve
and
one
,
And
,
in
the
lawful
name
of
marrying
,
To
give
our
hearts
united
ceremony
.
Well
,
husband
your
device
.
I’ll
to
the
vicar
.
Bring
you
the
maid
,
you
shall
not
lack
a
priest
.
So
shall
I
evermore
be
bound
to
thee
;
Besides
,
I’ll
make
a
present
recompense
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Scene
1
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
and
Mistress
Quickly
.
Prithee
,
no
more
prattling
.
Go
.
I’ll
hold
.
This
is
the
third
time
;
I
hope
good
luck
lies
in
odd
numbers
.
Away
,
go
.
They
say
there
is
divinity
in
odd
numbers
,
either
in
nativity
,
chance
,
or
death
.
Away
.
I’ll
provide
you
a
chain
,
and
I’ll
do
what
I
can
to
get
you
a
pair
of
horns
.
Away
,
I
say
!
Time
wears
.
Hold
up
your
head
,
and
mince
.
Mistress
Quickly
exits
.
Enter
Ford
disguised
as
Brook
.
How
now
,
Master
Brook
!
Master
Brook
,
the
matter
will
be
known
tonight
or
never
.
Be
you
in
the
park
about
midnight
,
at
Herne’s
oak
,
and
you
shall
see
wonders
.
,
as
Brook
Went
you
not
to
her
yesterday
,
sir
,
as
you
told
me
you
had
appointed
?
I
went
to
her
,
Master
Brook
,
as
you
see
,
like
a
poor
old
man
,
but
I
came
from
her
,
Master
Brook
,
like
a
poor
old
woman
.
That
same
knave
Ford
,
her
husband
,
hath
the
finest
mad
devil
of
jealousy
in
him
,
Master
Brook
,
that
ever
governed
frenzy
.
I
will
tell
you
,
he
beat
me
grievously
,
in
the
shape
of
a
woman
;
for
in
the
shape
of
man
,
ACT 5. SC. 3
Master
Brook
,
I
fear
not
Goliath
with
a
weaver’s
beam
,
because
I
know
also
life
is
a
shuttle
.
I
am
in
haste
.
Go
along
with
me
;
I’ll
tell
you
all
,
Master
Brook
.
Since
I
plucked
geese
,
played
truant
,
and
whipped
top
,
I
knew
not
what
’twas
to
be
beaten
till
lately
.
Follow
me
.
I’ll
tell
you
strange
things
of
this
knave
Ford
,
on
whom
tonight
I
will
be
revenged
,
and
I
will
deliver
his
wife
into
your
hand
.
Follow
.
Strange
things
in
hand
,
Master
Brook
!
Follow
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Page
,
Shallow
,
and
Slender
.
Come
,
come
.
We’ll
couch
i’
th’
castle
ditch
till
we
see
the
light
of
our
fairies
.
—
Remember
,
son
Slender
,
my
—
Ay
,
forsooth
,
I
have
spoke
with
her
,
and
we
have
a
nayword
how
to
know
one
another
.
I
come
to
her
in
white
and
cry
mum
,
she
cries
budget
,
and
by
that
we
know
one
another
.
That’s
good
too
.
But
what
needs
either
your
mum
or
her
budget
?
The
white
will
decipher
her
well
enough
.
It
hath
struck
ten
o’clock
.
The
night
is
dark
.
Light
and
spirits
will
become
it
well
.
Heaven
prosper
our
sport
!
No
man
means
evil
but
the
devil
,
and
we
shall
know
him
by
his
horns
.
Let’s
away
.
Follow
me
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Mistress
Page
,
Mistress
Ford
,
and
Doctor
Caius
.
Master
Doctor
,
my
daughter
is
in
green
.
When
you
see
your
time
,
take
her
by
the
ACT 5. SC. 4
hand
;
away
with
her
to
the
deanery
,
and
dispatch
it
quickly
.
Go
before
into
the
park
.
We
two
must
go
together
.
I
know
vat
I
have
to
do
.
Adieu
.
Fare
you
well
,
sir
.
Caius
exits
.
My
husband
will
not
rejoice
so
much
at
the
abuse
of
Falstaff
as
he
will
chafe
at
the
doctor’s
marrying
my
daughter
.
But
’tis
no
matter
.
Better
a
little
chiding
than
a
great
deal
of
heartbreak
.
Where
is
Nan
now
,
and
her
troop
of
fairies
,
and
the
Welsh
devil
Hugh
?
They
are
all
couched
in
a
pit
hard
by
Herne’s
oak
,
with
obscured
lights
,
which
,
at
the
very
instant
of
Falstaff’s
and
our
meeting
,
they
will
at
once
display
to
the
night
.
That
cannot
choose
but
amaze
him
.
If
he
be
not
amazed
,
he
will
be
mocked
.
If
he
be
amazed
,
he
will
every
way
be
mocked
.
We’ll
betray
him
finely
.
Against
such
lewdsters
and
their
lechery
,
Those
that
betray
them
do
no
treachery
.
The
hour
draws
on
.
To
the
oak
,
to
the
oak
!
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Sir
Hugh
Evans
and
boys
disguised
,
like
him
,
as
Fairies
.
Trib
,
trib
,
fairies
!
Come
,
and
remember
your
parts
.
Be
pold
,
I
pray
you
.
Follow
me
into
the
pit
,
and
when
I
give
the
watch-’ords
,
do
as
I
pid
you
.
Come
,
come
;
trib
,
trib
.
They
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
Scene
5
Enter
Sir
John
Falstaff
wearing
a
buck’s
head
.
The
Windsor
bell
hath
struck
twelve
.
The
minute
draws
on
.
Now
,
the
hot-blooded
gods
assist
me
!
Remember
,
Jove
,
thou
wast
a
bull
for
thy
Europa
;
love
set
on
thy
horns
.
O
powerful
love
,
that
in
some
respects
makes
a
beast
a
man
,
in
some
other
a
man
a
beast
!
You
were
also
,
Jupiter
,
a
swan
for
the
love
of
Leda
.
O
omnipotent
love
,
how
near
the
god
drew
to
the
complexion
of
a
goose
!
A
fault
done
first
in
the
form
of
a
beast
;
O
Jove
,
a
beastly
fault
!
And
then
another
fault
in
the
semblance
of
a
fowl
;
think
on
’t
,
Jove
,
a
foul
fault
.
When
gods
have
hot
backs
,
what
shall
poor
men
do
?
For
me
,
I
am
here
a
Windsor
stag
,
and
the
fattest
,
I
think
,
i’
th’
forest
.
Send
me
a
cool
rut-time
,
Jove
,
or
who
can
blame
me
to
piss
my
tallow
?
Enter
Mistress
Page
and
Mistress
Ford
.
Who
comes
here
?
My
doe
?
Sir
John
?
Art
thou
there
,
my
deer
,
my
male
deer
?
My
doe
with
the
black
scut
!
Let
the
sky
rain
potatoes
,
let
it
thunder
to
the
tune
of
Greensleeves
,
hail
kissing-comfits
,
and
snow
eryngoes
;
let
there
come
a
tempest
of
provocation
,
I
will
shelter
me
here
.
He
embraces
her
.
Mistress
Page
is
come
with
me
,
sweetheart
.
Divide
me
like
a
bribed
buck
,
each
a
haunch
.
I
will
keep
my
sides
to
myself
,
my
shoulders
for
the
fellow
of
this
walk
,
and
my
horns
I
bequeath
your
husbands
.
Am
I
a
woodman
,
ha
?
Speak
I
like
Herne
the
Hunter
?
Why
,
now
is
Cupid
a
child
of
conscience
;
he
makes
restitution
.
As
I
am
a
true
spirit
,
welcome
.
A
noise
of
horns
within
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
Alas
,
what
noise
?
Heaven
forgive
our
sins
!
What
should
this
be
?
Away
,
away
.
The
two
women
run
off
.
I
think
the
devil
will
not
have
me
damned
,
lest
the
oil
that’s
in
me
should
set
hell
on
fire
.
He
would
never
else
cross
me
thus
.
Enter
Mistress
Quickly
,
Pistol
,
Sir
Hugh
Evans
,
Anne
Page
and
boys
,
all
disguised
as
Fairies
and
carrying
tapers
.
,
as
Fairy
Queen
Fairies
black
,
gray
,
green
,
and
white
,
You
moonshine
revelers
and
shades
of
night
,
You
orphan
heirs
of
fixèd
destiny
,
Attend
your
office
and
your
quality
.
Crier
Hobgoblin
,
make
the
fairy
oyes
.
,
as
Hobgoblin
Elves
,
list
your
names
.
Silence
,
you
airy
toys
!
—
Cricket
,
to
Windsor
chimneys
shalt
thou
leap
,
Where
fires
thou
find’st
unraked
and
hearths
unswept
.
There
pinch
the
maids
as
blue
as
bilberry
.
Our
radiant
queen
hates
sluts
and
sluttery
.
,
aside
They
are
fairies
.
He
that
speaks
to
them
shall
die
.
I’ll
wink
and
couch
.
No
man
their
works
must
eye
.
He
crouches
down
and
covers
his
eyes
.
,
as
a
fairy
Where’s
Bead
?
Go
you
,
and
where
you
find
a
maid
That
ere
she
sleep
has
thrice
her
prayers
said
,
Raise
up
the
organs
of
her
fantasy
;
Sleep
she
as
sound
as
careless
infancy
.
But
those
as
sleep
and
think
not
on
their
sins
,
Pinch
them
,
arms
,
legs
,
backs
,
shoulders
,
sides
,
and
shins
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
,
as
Fairy
Queen
About
,
about
!
Search
Windsor
Castle
,
elves
,
within
and
out
.
Strew
good
luck
,
aufs
,
on
every
sacred
room
,
That
it
may
stand
till
the
perpetual
doom
In
state
as
wholesome
as
in
state
’tis
fit
,
Worthy
the
owner
,
and
the
owner
it
.
The
several
chairs
of
order
look
you
scour
With
juice
of
balm
and
every
precious
flower
.
Each
fair
installment
,
coat
,
and
sev’ral
crest
With
loyal
blazon
evermore
be
blest
!
And
nightly
,
meadow
fairies
,
look
you
sing
,
Like
to
the
Garter’s
compass
,
in
a
ring
.
Th’
expressure
that
it
bears
,
green
let
it
be
,
More
fertile-fresh
than
all
the
field
to
see
;
And
Honi
soit
qui
mal
y
pense
write
In
em’rald
tufts
,
flowers
purple
,
blue
,
and
white
,
Like
sapphire
,
pearl
,
and
rich
embroidery
,
Buckled
below
fair
knighthood’s
bending
knee
.
Fairies
use
flowers
for
their
charactery
.
Away
,
disperse
!
But
till
’tis
one
o’clock
,
Our
dance
of
custom
round
about
the
oak
Of
Herne
the
Hunter
let
us
not
forget
.
,
as
a
fairy
Pray
you
,
lock
hand
in
hand
.
Yourselves
in
order
set
;
And
twenty
glowworms
shall
our
lanterns
be
,
To
guide
our
measure
round
about
the
tree
.
But
stay
!
I
smell
a
man
of
Middle
middle
Earth
earth
.
,
aside
Heavens
defend
me
from
that
Welsh
fairy
,
lest
he
transform
me
to
a
piece
of
cheese
.
,
as
Hobgoblin
,
to
Falstaff
Vile
worm
,
thou
wast
o’erlooked
even
in
thy
birth
.
,
as
Fairy
Queen
,
to
Sir
Hugh
With
trial-fire
touch
me
his
finger-end
.
If
he
be
chaste
,
the
flame
will
back
descend
And
turn
him
to
no
pain
.
But
if
he
start
,
It
is
the
flesh
of
a
corrupted
heart
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
,
as
Hobgoblin
A
trial
,
come
!
,
as
a
fairy
Come
,
will
this
wood
take
fire
?
Sir
Hugh
puts
a
taper
to
Falstaff’s
finger
,
and
he
starts
.
O
,
O
,
O
!
,
as
Fairy
Queen
Corrupt
,
corrupt
,
and
tainted
in
desire
!
About
him
,
fairies
.
Sing
a
scornful
rhyme
,
And
,
as
you
trip
,
still
pinch
him
to
your
time
.
Here
they
pinch
him
and
sing
about
him
,
and
Doctor
Caius
comes
one
way
and
steals
away
a
boy
in
white
.
And
Slender
comes
another
way
;
he
takes
a
boy
in
green
.
And
Fenton
steals
Mistress
Anne
Page
.
sing
Fie
on
sinful
fantasy
!
Fie
on
lust
and
luxury
!
Lust
is
but
a
bloody
fire
Kindled
with
unchaste
desire
,
Fed
in
heart
whose
flames
aspire
As
thoughts
do
blow
them
higher
and
higher
.
Pinch
him
,
fairies
,
mutually
;
Pinch
him
for
his
villainy
.
Pinch
him
and
burn
him
and
turn
him
about
,
Till
candles
and
starlight
and
moonshine
be
out
.
A
noise
of
hunting
is
made
within
,
and
all
the
fairies
run
away
from
Falstaff
,
who
pulls
off
his
buck’s
head
and
rises
up
.
Enter
Page
,
Mistress
Page
,
Mistress
Ford
and
Ford
.
,
to
Falstaff
Nay
,
do
not
fly
.
I
think
we
have
watched
you
now
.
Will
none
but
Herne
the
Hunter
serve
your
turn
?
I
pray
you
,
come
,
hold
up
the
jest
no
higher
.
—
Now
,
good
Sir
John
,
how
like
you
Windsor
wives
?
ACT 5. SC. 5
She
points
to
the
horns
.
See
you
these
,
husband
?
Do
not
these
fair
yokes
Become
the
forest
better
than
the
town
?
,
to
Falstaff
Now
,
sir
,
who’s
a
cuckold
now
?
Master
Brook
,
Falstaff’s
a
knave
,
a
cuckoldly
knave
.
Here
are
his
horns
,
Master
Brook
.
And
,
Master
Brook
,
he
hath
enjoyed
nothing
of
Ford’s
but
his
buck-basket
,
his
cudgel
,
and
twenty
pounds
of
money
,
which
must
be
paid
to
Master
Brook
.
His
horses
are
arrested
for
it
,
Master
Brook
.
Sir
John
,
we
have
had
ill
luck
.
We
could
never
meet
.
I
will
never
take
you
for
my
love
again
,
but
I
will
always
count
you
my
deer
.
I
do
begin
to
perceive
that
I
am
made
an
ass
.
Ay
,
and
an
ox
too
.
Both
the
proofs
are
extant
.
And
these
are
not
fairies
.
I
was
three
or
four
times
in
the
thought
they
were
not
fairies
;
and
yet
the
guiltiness
of
my
mind
,
the
sudden
surprise
of
my
powers
,
drove
the
grossness
of
the
foppery
into
a
received
belief
,
in
despite
of
the
teeth
of
all
rhyme
and
reason
,
that
they
were
fairies
.
See
now
how
wit
may
be
made
a
Jack-a-Lent
when
’tis
upon
ill
employment
.
Sir
John
Falstaff
,
serve
Got
and
leave
your
desires
,
and
fairies
will
not
pinse
you
.
Well
said
,
Fairy
Hugh
.
And
leave
you
your
jealousies
too
,
I
pray
you
.
I
will
never
mistrust
my
wife
again
till
thou
art
able
to
woo
her
in
good
English
.
Have
I
laid
my
brain
in
the
sun
and
dried
it
,
that
it
wants
matter
to
prevent
so
gross
o’erreaching
as
this
?
Am
I
ridden
with
a
Welsh
goat
too
?
Shall
I
have
a
coxcomb
of
frieze
?
’Tis
time
I
were
choked
with
a
piece
of
toasted
cheese
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
Seese
is
not
good
to
give
putter
.
Your
belly
is
all
putter
.
Seese
and
putter
?
Have
I
lived
to
stand
at
the
taunt
of
one
that
makes
fritters
of
English
?
This
is
enough
to
be
the
decay
of
lust
and
late
walking
through
the
realm
.
Why
,
Sir
John
,
do
you
think
though
we
would
have
thrust
virtue
out
of
our
hearts
by
the
head
and
shoulders
,
and
have
given
ourselves
without
scruple
to
hell
,
that
ever
the
devil
could
have
made
you
our
delight
?
What
,
a
hodge-pudding
?
A
bag
of
flax
?
A
puffed
man
?
Old
,
cold
,
withered
,
and
of
intolerable
entrails
?
And
one
that
is
as
slanderous
as
Satan
?
And
as
poor
as
Job
?
And
as
wicked
as
his
wife
?
And
given
to
fornications
,
and
to
taverns
,
and
sack
,
and
wine
,
and
metheglins
,
and
to
drinkings
and
swearings
and
starings
,
pribbles
and
prabbles
?
Well
,
I
am
your
theme
.
You
have
the
start
of
me
.
I
am
dejected
.
I
am
not
able
to
answer
the
Welsh
flannel
.
Ignorance
itself
is
a
plummet
o’er
me
.
Use
me
as
you
will
.
Marry
,
sir
,
we’ll
bring
you
to
Windsor
to
one
Master
Brook
,
that
you
have
cozened
of
money
,
to
whom
you
should
have
been
a
pander
.
Over
and
above
that
you
have
suffered
,
I
think
to
repay
that
money
will
be
a
biting
affliction
.
Yet
be
cheerful
,
knight
.
Thou
shalt
eat
a
posset
tonight
at
my
house
,
where
I
will
desire
thee
to
laugh
at
my
wife
,
that
now
laughs
at
thee
.
Tell
her
Master
Slender
hath
married
her
daughter
.
,
aside
Doctors
doubt
that
.
If
Anne
Page
be
my
daughter
,
she
is
,
by
this
,
Doctor
Caius’
wife
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
Enter
Slender
.
Whoa
,
ho
,
ho
,
Father
Page
!
Son
,
how
now
!
How
now
,
son
!
Have
you
dispatched
?
Dispatched
?
I’ll
make
the
best
in
Gloucestershire
know
on
’t
.
Would
I
were
hanged
,
la
,
else
!
Of
what
,
son
?
I
came
yonder
at
Eton
to
marry
Mistress
Anne
Page
,
and
she’s
a
great
lubberly
boy
.
If
it
had
not
been
i’
th’
church
,
I
would
have
swinged
him
,
or
he
should
have
swinged
me
.
If
I
did
not
think
it
had
been
Anne
Page
,
would
I
might
never
stir
!
And
’tis
a
post-master’s
boy
.
Upon
my
life
,
then
,
you
took
the
wrong
—
What
need
you
tell
me
that
?
I
think
so
,
when
I
took
a
boy
for
a
girl
.
If
I
had
been
married
to
him
,
for
all
he
was
in
woman’s
apparel
,
I
would
not
have
had
him
.
Why
,
this
is
your
own
folly
.
Did
not
I
tell
you
how
you
should
know
my
daughter
by
her
garments
?
I
went
to
her
in
white
,
and
cried
mum
,
and
she
cried
budget
,
as
Anne
and
I
had
appointed
,
and
yet
it
was
not
Anne
,
but
a
post-master’s
boy
.
Good
George
,
be
not
angry
.
I
knew
of
your
purpose
,
turned
my
daughter
into
green
,
and
indeed
she
is
now
with
the
doctor
at
the
deanery
,
and
there
married
.
Enter
Doctor
Caius
.
Vere
is
Mistress
Page
?
By
gar
,
I
am
cozened
!
I
ha’
married
un
garçon
,
a
boy
;
un
paysan
,
by
gar
,
a
boy
.
It
is
not
Anne
Page
.
By
gar
,
I
am
cozened
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
Why
?
Did
you
take
her
in
green
?
Ay
,
be
gar
,
and
’tis
a
boy
.
Be
gar
,
I’ll
raise
all
Windsor
.
This
is
strange
.
Who
hath
got
the
right
Anne
?
Enter
Fenton
and
Anne
Page
.
My
heart
misgives
me
.
Here
comes
Master
Fenton
.
—
How
now
,
Master
Fenton
!
Pardon
,
good
father
.
Good
my
mother
,
pardon
.
Now
,
mistress
,
how
chance
you
went
not
with
Master
Slender
?
Why
went
you
not
with
Master
Doctor
,
maid
?
You
do
amaze
her
.
Hear
the
truth
of
it
.
You
would
have
married
her
most
shamefully
,
Where
there
was
no
proportion
held
in
love
.
The
truth
is
,
she
and
I
,
long
since
contracted
,
Are
now
so
sure
that
nothing
can
dissolve
us
.
Th’
offense
is
holy
that
she
hath
committed
,
And
this
deceit
loses
the
name
of
craft
,
Of
disobedience
,
or
unduteous
title
,
Since
therein
she
doth
evitate
and
shun
A
thousand
irreligious
cursèd
hours
Which
forcèd
marriage
would
have
brought
upon
her
.
,
to
Page
and
Mistress
Page
Stand
not
amazed
.
Here
is
no
remedy
.
In
love
the
heavens
themselves
do
guide
the
state
.
Money
buys
lands
,
and
wives
are
sold
by
fate
.
I
am
glad
,
though
you
have
ta’en
a
special
stand
to
strike
at
me
,
that
your
arrow
hath
glanced
.
Well
,
what
remedy
?
Fenton
,
heaven
give
thee
joy
.
What
cannot
be
eschewed
must
be
embraced
.
ACT 5. SC. 5
When
night-dogs
run
,
all
sorts
of
deer
are
chased
.
Well
,
I
will
muse
no
further
.
—
Master
Fenton
,
Heaven
give
you
many
,
many
merry
days
.
—
Good
husband
,
let
us
every
one
go
home
And
laugh
this
sport
o’er
by
a
country
fire
—
Sir
John
and
all
.
Let
it
be
so
,
Sir
John
.
To
Master
Brook
you
yet
shall
hold
your
word
,
For
he
tonight
shall
lie
with
Mistress
Ford
.
They
exit
.
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