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Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, SIR HUGH
SHAL., PAGE, etc. Well met, Master Ford.
FORD. Trust me, a good knot!' I have good cheer at home; and, I pray you all, go with me.
SHAL. I must excuse myself, Master Ford.
SLEN. And so must I, Sir: we have appointed to dine with Mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.
SHAL. We have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
SLEN. I hope I have your good will, father Page.
HOST. What say you to young Master Fenton ? He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday," he smells April and May: he will carry 't, he will carry 't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry 't.
PAGE. Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentle-
SHAL. Well, fare you well. We shall have the freer wooing at Master Page's.
[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER. CAIUS. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. Tempat
HOST. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest Knight Falstaff, and drink canary1 with him. [Exit Host. FORD. [aside.] I think I shall drink in pipe2-wine first with him: I'll make him dance. [aloud.] Will you go, gentles?
ALL. Have with you, to see this monster.
SCENE III. A Room in FORD's House.
Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE.
MRS. FORD. What, John! what, Robert!
MRS. PAGE. Quickly, quickly! Is the buck-basket—
Enter Servants with a Basket.
MRS. PAGE. Come, come, come.
MRS. PAGE. Give your men the charge: we must be brief.
MRS. PAGE. You will do it?
MRS. FORD. I have told them over and over: they lack
MRS. PAGE. Here comes little Robin.
MRS. FORD. How now, my eyas-musket ? what news with you?
ROB. My master Sir John is come in at your back-door,
MRS. PAGE. You little Jack-a-lent," have you been true
ROB. Ay, I'll be sworn. My master knows not of your
1 (1) a dance, (2) a wine. 2 (1) a vessel, (2) a musical instrument. 3 bleachers.
being here; and hath threaten'd to put me into ever- ACT III lasting liberty if I tell you of it; for he swears he'll Sc. III
turn me away.
MRS. PAGE. Thou art 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. MRS. FORD. Do so.-[to ROBIN.] Go tell thy master I am alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. [Exit ROBIN. MRS. PAGE. I warrant thee: if I do not act it, hiss me. [Exit MRS. PAGE. MRS. FORD. Go to, then! We'll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery pumpion-we'll teach him to know turtles1 from jays.2
FAL. Have I caught my heavenly jewel? Why, now
FAL. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate,
MRS. FORD. I your Lady, Sir John! Alas, I should be
FAL. Let the Court of France shew me such another!
I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond.
MRS. FORD. A plain kerchief, Sir John: my brows be-
FAL. By the Lord, thou art a tyrant to say so! Thou
1 honest women. 2 (slang) harlots. 3 cheat. 4 head. 5 approved at Venice.
ACT III FAL. What made me love thee? Let that persuade Sc. III 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 simple2-time. I cannot but I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.
MRS. FORD. Do not betray me, Sir. I fear you love
FAL. Thou might'st as well say I love to walk by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime-kiln.
MRS. FORD. Well, Heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it.
FAL. Keep in that mind: I'll deserve it.
MRS. FORD. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not be in that mind.
ROB. [within.] Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford! Here's Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.
FAL. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind [hides. MRS. FORD. Pray you, do so she's a very tattling
Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.
What's the matter? how now?
MRS. PAGE. O Mistress Ford, what have you done?
honest man to your husband, to give him such cause
MRS. FORD. What cause of suspicion?
MRS. PAGE. What cause of suspicion ?-Out upon you! how am I mistook in you!
MRS. FORD. Why, alas! what's the matter?
MRS. PAGE. Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleman, 3 prison.
that, he says, is here now in the house, by your consent, ACT III to take an ill advantage of his absence. You are Sc. III Coundone.dw toonto
MRS. FORD. Tis not so, I hope.js Jur
MRS. PAGE. Pray Heaven it be not so, that you have
MRS. PAGE. For shame, never stand You had rather and You had rather! Your husband's here at hand, bethink you of some conveyance in the house you cannot hide him. O, how have you deceiv'd 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 1-time, send him by your two men to Datchet Mead.
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MRS. FORD. He's too big to go in there. What shall
FAL. [appearing.] Let me see 't; me see 't! I'll in, I'll in! Brcounsel. I'll in.
MRS. PAGE. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these your - letters, Knight?
FAL. I love thee! Help me away: let me creep in
MRS. PAGE. Help to cover your master, boy. Call your
2 'Bicollo, a cowle-staffe, to carie behind and before with.'-Florio, 1598.
let me see 't! O, let