I, dat is very good, excellant.
Peace, I say: heare mine Host of the Garter, Am I politicke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiuell? Shall I loose my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parson? my Priest? my Sir Hugh? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the No-verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celestiall) so: Boyes of Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the issue: Come, lay their swords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow.
Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, follow.
O sweet Anne Page.
Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make-a-de-sot of vs, ha, ha?
This is well, he has made vs his vlowting-stog: I desire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this same scall scuruy-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 deceiue me too.
Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow.
Mist.Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host,
Haue with you, to see this Monster.
Nay keepe 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 masters heeles?
I had rather (forsooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarfe.
O you are a flattering boy, now I see you'l be a Courtier.
Well met mistris Page, whether go you.
Truly Sir, to see your wife, is she at home?
I, and as idle as she may hang together for want of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
Be sure of that, two other husbands.
Where had you this pretty weather-cocke?
I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you cal your Knights name sirrah?
Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
He, he, I can neuer hit on's name; there is such a league betweene my goodman, and he: is your Wife at home indeed?
Indeed she is
By your leaue sir, I am sicke till I see her.
Has Page any braines? Hath he any eies? Hath he any thinking? Sure they sleepe, he hath no vse of them: why this boy will carrie a letter twentie mile as easie, as a Canon will shoot point-blanke twelue score: hee peeces out his wiues inclination: he giues her folly motion and aduantage: and now she's going to my wife, & Falstaffes boy with her: A man may heare this showre sing in the winde; and Falstaffes boy with her: good plots, they are laide, and our reuolted wiues share damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife, plucke the borrowed vaile of modestie from the so-seeming Mist[ris]. Page, divulge Page himselfe for a secure and wilfull Acteon, and to these violent proceedings all my neighbors shall cry aime. The clocke giues me my Qu, and my assurance bids me search, there I shall finde Falstaffe: I shall be rather praisd for this, then mock'd, for it is as possitiue, as the earth is firme, that Falstaffe is there: I will go.
Page, &c. Well met Mr Ford.
Trust me, a good knotte; I haue good cheere at home, and I pray you all go with me.
I must excuse my selfe Mr Ford.
And so must I Sir, We haue appointed to dine with Mistris Anne, And I would not breake with her for more mony Then Ile speake of.
We haue linger'd about a match betweene An Page, and my cozen Slender, and this day wee shall haue our answer.
I hope I haue your good will Father Page.
You haue Mr Slender, I stand wholly for you, But my wife (Mr Doctor) is for you altogether.
I be-gar, and de Maid is loue-a-me: my nursh-a-Quickly tell me so mush.
What say you to yong Mr Fenton? He capers, he dances, he has eies of youth: he writes verses, hee speakes holliday, he smels April and May, he wil 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 hauing, hee kept companie with the wilde Prince, and Pointz: he is of too high a Region, he knows too much: no, hee 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 haue waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
I beseech you heartily, some of you goe home with me to dinner: besides your cheere you shall haue sport, I will shew you a monster: Mr Doctor, you shal go, so shall you Mr Page, and you Sir Hugh.
Well, fare you well: We shall haue the freer woing at Mr Pages.
Cai Go home Iohn Rugby, I come anon.
Farewell my hearts, I will to my honest Knight Falstaffe, and drinke Canarie with him.
I thinke I shall drinke in Pipe-wine first with him, Ile make him dance. Will you go Gentles?
Enter M.Ford, M.Page, Seruants, Robin, Falstaffe, Ford, Page, Caius, Euans.
What Iohn, what Robert.
Quickly, quickly: Is the Buck-basket—
I warrant.What Robin I say.
Come, come, come.
Heere, set it downe.
Giue your men the charge, we must be briefe.
Marrie, as I told you before (Iohn & Robert) be ready here hard-by in the Brew-house, & when I sodainly call you, come forth, and (without any pause, or staggering) take this basket on your shoulders: y done, trudge with it in all hast, and carry it among the Whitsters in Dotchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddie ditch, close by the Thames side.
You will do it?
I ha told them ouer and ouer, they lacke no direction.