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NYм. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness; for this revolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour.
PIST. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee;
SCENE IV. A Room in DOCTOR CAIUS' House.
Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. QUICK. What, 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 any body in the house, here will be an old1 abusing of God's patience and the King's English.
RUG. I'll go watch.
your name is ?
SIM. Ay, for fault of a better.
QUICK. And Master Slender's your master?
SIM. Ay, forsooth.
QUICK. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a
SIM. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a
SIM. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands
QUICK. HOW say you?-O, I should remember him. Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait ?
SIM. Yes, indeed, does he.
QUICK. Well, Heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune!
1 (slang) rare.
3 valiant of his person.
Tell Master Parson Evans, I will do what I can for ACT I yo your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wishSc. IV
RUG. Out, alas! here comes my master.
QUICK. We shall all be shent.1 Run in here, good young
Enter DOCTOR CAIUS.
CAIUS. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier vert; a box, a green-a box. Do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
QUICK. 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.
CAIUS. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour-la grande affaire.
QUICK. Is it this, Sir?
CAIUS. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket. Dépêche, quickly.
QUICK. What, John Rugby! John!
RUG. Here, Sir.
CAIUS. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby. Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de Court.
RUG. "Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.
CAIUS. By my trot, I tarry too long. 'Od's me! Qu'ayj'oublié? Dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.
QUICK. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.
CAIUS. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?—Villainy? larron! [pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier. QUICK. Good master, be content.
CAIUS. Verefore shall I be content-a?
QUICK. The young man is an honest man.
CAIUS. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? Dere
SIM. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to
QUICK. Peace, I pray you.
CAIUS. Peace-a, your tongue. [to SIMPLE.] Speak-a your tale.
SIM. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage.
QUICK. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my
finger in the fire, and need not.
CAIUS. Sir Hugh send-a you?—Rugby, baillez me some
SIM. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.
charge and to be up early, and down late-But not-
CAIUS. You jack'nape: give-a this letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de Park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make. You may be gone; it is not good you tarry here. By gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit SIMPLE. QUICK. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
CAIUS. 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 Host of de Jarteer to measure our weapon. By gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.
QUICK. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well:
we must give folks leave to prate. What the good-jer!1 CATUS. Rugby, come to the Court with me. By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door. Follow my heels, Rugby.proti
[Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY. QUICK. You shall have Anne fools-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. FENT. [within.] Who's within there, ho? QUICK. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray your dialed bow syed tud ff nawi
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Enter FENTON. Y lo sul web
FENT. What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?
gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way. I praise Heaven for it.
FENT. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not
lose my suit?
QUICK. Troth, Sir, all is in His hands above: but notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book,
she loves you. Have not your Worship a wart above your eye?
FENT. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
QUICK. Well, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such
1 morbus Gallicus; i.e. 'what the pox.'
for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou see'st her before me, commend me
QUICK. Will I? I'faith, that we will: and I will tell your Worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers.
FENT. Well, farewell: I am in great haste now. [exit.
SCENE I. Before PAGE's House.mah
MRS. PAGE. What! have 'scap'd love-letters in the holi-
Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy. You are merry, so am I. Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy. You love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page (at the least, if the love of 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,
JOHN FALSTAFF. What a Herod of Jewry is this!-O wicked, wicked world!-One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with age, to shew himself a young gallant! What an unweigh'd' behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard pick'd (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
1 light, reckless.