the mouth. Therefore, precisely, can you carry your SHAL. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? EVANS. Nay, Got's lords and His ladies, you must speak SLEN. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your SHAL. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz; what 233 EVANS. It is a fery discretion answer; save the 'fall' is hoiny Re-enter ANNE PAGE. SHAL. Here comes fair Mistress Anne.-Would I were SHAL. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne. Z EVANS. 'Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the well. ANNE. The dinner attends you, Sir. 1 fault. 445249 ACT I Sc. I ACT I Shallow. [Exit SIMPLE.] 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. ANNE. I may not go in without your Worship: they will not sit till you come. SLEN. I'faith, I'll eat nothing. I thank you as much as though I did. 18 260 ANNE. I pray you, Sir, walk in. ANNE. I think there are, Sir: I heard them talk'd of. 270 at it as any man in England. the bear loose, are you not? ANNE. Ay, indeed, Sir. SLEN. 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 shriek'd at it, that it pass'd. But women, indeed, cannot abide 'em: they are very ill-favour'd, rough things. Re-enter PAGE. PAGE. Come, gentle Master Slender, come: we stay for you. PAGE. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, Sir: come, W 281 come. SLEN. Nay, pray you, lead the way. SLEN. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. SLEN. Truly, I will not go first, truly, la: I will not do you that wrong. 288 ANNE. I pray you, Sir. [exeunt. 1 bouts. Joɔ prom Teil d 7 Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE. EVANS. 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 sohis wringer. Jok" Vino12 { SIM. Well, Sir. SCENE II. The Same. EVANS. Nay, it is petter yet. Give her this letter; 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. [exeunt. „Buggy logusladire to disil 1200 SCENE III. A Room in the Garter. I FAL. Mine Host of the Garter HOST. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely. to 700 72093 I : Y ODRIGO FAL! Truly, mine Host, I must turn away some of my followers. Mellod * OST. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag; I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector?d od branded 11 FAL. Do so, good mine Host. iro alikub mara 27. T HOST. I have spoke; let him follow. Let me see thee froth1 and lime.2 I am at a word: follow. [Exit Host. FAL. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a wither'd servingman, a fresh tapster. Go; adieu. BARD. It is a life that I have desir'd; I will thrive. 1 soap a tankard. 2 sophisticate with lime. [Exit BARDOLPH. 158 ACT I ACT I PIST. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? NYм. He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited? FAL. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box. His thefts were too open: his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. NYм. The good humour is, to steal at a minim's rest. PIST. Convey the wise it call. Steal? foh! a fico1 for the phrase! FAL. Well, Sirs, I am almost out at heels. PIST. Why then let kibes2 ensue. 30 FAL. There is no remedy: I must coney-catch; I must shift. 8 PIST. Young ravens must have food. FAL. Which of you know Ford of this town? PIST. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. FAL. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. 20 37 FAL. No quips now, Pistol; indeed I am in the waist two yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife. I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation. I can construe the action of her familiar style, and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is I am Sir John Falstaff's. 4 PIST. He hath studied her well, and translated her ill: out of honesty into English. NYM. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass? FAL. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse: he hath legions of angels.5 50 PIST. As many devils entertain; and To her, boy, say I. 1 fig. angels. FAL. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious illiads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. PIST. Then did the Sun on dunghill shine. 60 FAL. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass. Here's another letter to her; she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater1 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. PIST. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, Est And by my side wear steel? Then, Lucifer take all! NYM. I will run no base humour; here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. FAL. [to ROBIN.] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;2 Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.— Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Trudge, plod-away o' the hoof! Seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age: French thrift, you rogues! myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN. PIST. Let vultures gripe thy guts! For gourd and fullam3 holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor! NYм. I have operations which be humours of 70 revenge. 80 90 ACT I Sc. III |
