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THE MERRY WIVES
by William Shakespeare
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF
FENTON, a young gentleman
SHALLOW, a country justice
SLENDER, cousin to Shallow
FORD, a Gentleman dwelling at Windsor
PAGE, a Gentleman dwelling at Windsor
WILLIAM PAGE, a boy, son to Page
SIR HUGH EVANS, a Welsh parson
DOCTOR CAIUS, a French physician
HOST of the Garter Inn
BARDOLPH, PISTOL, NYM; Followers of Falstaff
ROBIN, page to Falstaff
SIMPLE, servant to Slender
RUGBY, servant to Doctor Caius
MISTRESS ANNE PAGE, her daughter, in love with Fenton
MISTRESS QUICKLY, servant to Doctor Caius
SERVANTS to Page, Ford, &c.
SCENE: Windsor and the neighbourhood
SCENE I. Windsor. Before Page's house
[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
In the county of Gloucester, Justice of Peace, and "coram."
Ay, cousin Slender, and "cust-alorum."
Ay, and "rato-lorum" 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?
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 compremises 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 vizaments 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 George Page, which is pretty virginity.
Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a
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.
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.
What, hoa! 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.
I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison,
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
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
A cur, sir.
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
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.
Here comes Sir John.
[Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL.]
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open
But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter?
Tut, a pin! this shall be answered.
I will answer it straight: I have done all this. That is now
The Council shall know this.
'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: you'll be
Pauca verba, Sir John; goot 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. They carried
me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.
You Banbury cheese!
Ay, it is no matter.
How now, Mephostophilus!
Ay, it is no matter.
Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; slice! That's my humour.
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 note-book; and we will
afterwards ork upon the cause with as great discreetly as we can.
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 two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.
Is this true, Pistol?
No, it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! — Sir John and master
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo.
Word of denial in thy labras here!
Word of denial! Froth and scum, thou liest.
By these gloves, then, 'twas he.
Be avised, sir, and pass good humours; I will say "marry trap"
with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on me; that is the
very note of it.
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!
And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so
conclusions passed the careires.
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; MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE, following.]
Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within.
[Exit ANNE PAGE.]
O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page.
How now, Mistress Ford!
Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met; by your leave,
good mistress. [Kissing her]
Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison
pasty to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all
[Exeunt all but SHALLOW, SLENDER, and EVANS.]
I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and
How, 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?
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 pe 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
But that is not the question; the question is concerning your
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?
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 possitable, 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 contempt. 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 ort
"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!
Here comes fair Mistress Anne.
[Re-enter ANNE PAGE.]
Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne!
The dinner is on the table; my father desires your worships'
I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne!
Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace.
[Exeunt SHALLOW and EVANS.]
Will't please your worship to come in, sir?
No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well.
The dinner attends you, sir.
I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. Go, sirrah, for all
you are my man, go wait upon my cousin Shallow.
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
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' the 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
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-favoured
Come, gentle Master Slender, come; we stay for you.
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
I pray you, sir.
I'll rather be unmannerly than troublesome. You do yourself
wrong indeed, la!
[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.
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.
[Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN.]
Mine host of the Garter!
What says my bully rook? 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. [To BARDOLPH] Let me
see thee froth and lime. I am at a word; follow.
Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade; an old cloak
makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man a fresh tapster.
It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot wield?
He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited?
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
The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest.
"Convey" the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! A fico for the
Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Why, then, let kibes ensue.
There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift.
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 behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is "I am Sir John
He hath studied her will, and translated her will out of honesty
The anchor is deep; will that humour pass?
Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband's purse;
he hath a legion of angels.
As many devils entertain; and "To her, boy," say I.
The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.
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.
Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
I thank thee for that humour.
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 cheator 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!
I will run no base humour. Here, take the humour-letter; I
will keep the haviour of reputation.
[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 o' hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of this age;
French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.
[Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN.]
Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
And high and low beguile the rich and poor;
Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!
I have operations in my head which be humours of revenge.
Wilt thou revenge?
By welkin and her star!
With wit or steel?
With both the humours, I:
I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
And I to Ford shall eke unfold
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.
My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison;
I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is
dangerous: that is my true humour.
Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee; troop on.
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, and SIMPLE.]
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 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 sea-coal fire.
An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in
house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale 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?
Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife?
No, forsooth; he hath but a little whey face, with a little yellow
beard — a cane-coloured beard.
A softly-sprighted 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 —
Out, alas! here comes my master.
We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man; go into
[Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.]
He will not stay long. What,
John Rugby! John! what, John, I say! Go, John, go
inquire for my master; I doubt he be not well that he comes not
[Sings.] And down, down, adown-a, &c.
[Enter DOCTOR CAIUS.]
Vat is you sing? I do not like des toys. Pray you, go and
vetch me in my closet une boitine verde — 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.
Fe, fe, fe fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais a
la cour — la grande affaire.
Is it this, sir?
Oui; mettez le au mon pocket: depechez, quickly — Vere
is dat knave, Rugby?
What, John Rugby? John!
You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: come, take-a your
rapier, and come after my heel to de court.
'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
By my trot, I tarry too long — Od's me! Qu'ay
j'oublie? Dere is some simples in my closet dat I vill not for
the varld I shall leave behind.
[Aside] Ay me, he'll find the young man there,
and be mad!
O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? — Villainy!
[Pulling SIMPLE out]
Rugby, my rapier!
Good master, be content.
Verefore 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.
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.
This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire,
and need not.
Sir Hugh send-a you? — Rugby, baillez me some paper:
tarry you a little-a while. [Writes.]
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
'Tis a great charge to come under one body's hand.
Are you avis'd 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.
You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a
shallenge: I will cut his troat in de Park; and I will 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 will cut all his two
stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to throw at his dog.
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 host of de Jartiere to measure our
weapon. By gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.
Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We must give
folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!
Rugby, come to the court vit me. By gar, if I have not Anne
Page, I shall turn your head out of my door. Follow my heels,
[Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY.]
You shall have An 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
Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.
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, thinkest 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 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,
Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's money for thee;
let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest her before 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. —
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?
SCENE I. Before Page's house
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE, with 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.
"Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his
precisian, 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,
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 behaviour hath this Flemish
drunkard 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.
Thine own true knight,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might,
For thee to fight,
[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
Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour. What is
it? — Dispense with trifles; — what
If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, I could be
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. 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 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
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; 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 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
You are the happier woman.
Let's consult together against this greasy knight. Come
[Enter FORD, PISTOL, and PAGE and 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 Actaeon 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.
Away, Sir Corporal Nym.
Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.
[Aside] I will be patient: I will find out this.
[To PAGE] And this is true; I like not the humour
of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours: I should have
borne the humoured 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 humour of bread and cheese; and there's
the humour of it. Adieu.
[Aside] "The humour of it," quoth
'a! Here's a fellow frights English out of his wits.
I will seek out Falstaff.
I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.
If I do find it: well.
I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o' the town
commended him for a true man.
'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.
How now, Meg!
[MISTRESS PAGE and MISTRESS FORD come forward.]
Whither go you, George? — Hark you.
How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy?
I melancholy! I am not melancholy. Get you home, go.
Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Will you go,
Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George?
[Aside to MRS. FORD] Look who comes yonder: she
shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.
[Aside to MRS. PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:
she'll fit it.
[Enter 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'd have an hour's talk with you.
[Exeunt MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
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
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.
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.
[Enter HOST and SHALLOW.]
How now, mine host!
How now, bully-rook! Thou'rt a gentleman.
Cavaliero-justice, I say!
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, cavaliero-justice; tell him, bully-rook.
Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest
and Caius the French doctor.
Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.
What say'st thou, my bully-rook?
[They go 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.
[They converse apart.]
Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavaliero?
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. Will you
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, stoccadoes, 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
Here, boys, here, here! Shall we wag?
Have with you. I had rather hear them scold than fight.
[Exeunt HOST, SHALLOW, and PAGE.]
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 labour;
if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.
[Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL.]
I will not lend thee a penny.
Why then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
I will retort the sum in equipage.
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 geminy 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 honour thou hadst it not.
Didst not thou share? Hadst thou not fifteen pence?
Reason, you rogue, reason. Thinkest 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 Picht-hatch! go. You'll not bear a letter
for me, you rogue! — you stand upon your
honour! — Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as
much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I,
I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, and
hiding mine honour 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 honour! You will not do it,
I do relent; what wouldst thou more of man?
Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.
Let her approach.
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
Give your worship good morrow.
Good morrow, good wife.
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
Are they so? God bless them, and make them His servants!
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
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 marvellous
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 case have a nay-word, that you may know one
another's mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; 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; I
am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with this
[Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY and ROBIN.]
This news distracts me.
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!
Say'st 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 a cup of sack.]
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.
Brook is his name?
Call him in.
Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah,
ha! Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, have I encompassed
you? Go to; via!
[Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised.]
Bless you, sir!
And you, sir; would you speak with me?
I make bold to press with so little preparation upon you.
You're welcome. What's your will? — Give us
Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much: my name is Brook.
Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you.
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 embold'ned 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.
Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help
to bear it, Sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the
Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.
I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.
Speak, good Master Brook; I shall be glad to be your servant.
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 is it to be such an offender.
Very well, sir; proceed.
There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is Ford.
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?
Have you importuned her to such a purpose?
Of what quality was your love, then?
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?
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 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 war-like, court-like, and learnèd preparations.
Believe it, for you know it. There is money; 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.
O, understand my drift. She dwells so securely on the
excellency of her honour 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 defences, which now are too too strongly embattled against
me. What say you to't, Sir John?
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.
O good sir!
I say you shall.
Want no money, Sir John; you shall want none.
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.
I am blest 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-favoured. I will
use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my
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.
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 villanous wrong, but stand under the adoption of
abominable terms, 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! Wittol! — 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 aqua-vitae 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!
SCENE III. A field near Windsor
[Enter CAIUS and RUGBY.]
Vat is de 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 vell 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.
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!
Villany, take your rapier.
Forbear; here's company.
[Enter HOST, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.]
Bless thee, bully doctor!
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 thee pass thy punto, 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 Galen? my heart of elder? Ha!
is he dead, bully stale? Is he dead?
By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de world; he is not show his
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 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 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. — A word, Monsieur Mockwater.
Mock-vater! Vat is dat?
Mockwater, in our English tongue, is valour, 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 — but first: Master guest, and
Master Page, and eke Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to
[Aside to them]
Sir Hugh is there, is he?
He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor
about by the fields. Will it do well?
We will do it.
PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER
Adieu, good Master Doctor.
[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to
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 farm-house a-feasting; and
thou shalt woo her. Cried I aim! Said I well?
By gar, me tank you for 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.
SCENE I. A field near Frogmore
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE.]
I pray you now, good Master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple
by your name, which way have you looked for Master Caius, that calls
himself doctor of physic?
Marry, sir, the pittie-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.
Pless my soul, how full of chollors 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 goot opportunities for the 'ork: pless my soul!
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
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 —
Melodious birds sing madrigals, —
Whenas I sat in Pabylon, —
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow, —
Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
Heaven prosper the right! — What weapons is he?
To shallow rivers, to whose falls —
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.
[Reads in a book.]
[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
[Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
What, the sword and the word! Do you study them both, Master
And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic
There is reasons and causes for it.
We are come to you to do a good office, Master Parson.
Fery well; what is it?
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
Got's will and His passion of my heart! I had as lief you would
tell me of a mess of porridge.
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.
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
[Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY.]
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.
I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear: verefore will you
not meet-a me?
[Aside to CAIUS] Pray you use your patience; in
By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
[Aside to CAIUS] Pray you, let us not be
laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship,
and I will one way or other make you amends.
[Aloud] I will knog your urinals about your
knave's cogscomb for missing your meetings and appointments.
Diable! — Jack Rugby, — mine Host de
Jarretiere, — 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 Gaullia; French and Welsh, soul-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. Give me thy hand, terrestrial;
so; — 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. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me,
lads of peace; follow, follow, follow.
Trust me, a mad host! — Follow, gentlemen, follow.
[Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and HOST.]
Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog. I desire you
that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together to be
revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host of
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.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
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.
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.
Sir John Falstaff!
He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is such a league
between my good man and he! Is your wife at home indeed?
Indeed she is.
By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her.
[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN.]
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 wilful Actaeon; and to these
violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [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,
CAIUS, and RUGBY.]
SHALLOW, PAGE, &c
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.
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
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 Pointz; 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.
[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER.]
Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.
Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink
canary with him.
[Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first
with him. I'll make him dance.
Will you go, gentles?
Have with you to see this monster.
[Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE.]
What, John! what, Robert!
Quickly, quickly: — Is the buck-basket —
I warrant. What, Robin, I say!
[Enter SERVANTS with a 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 brew-house; 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 have told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be
gone, and come when you are called.
Here comes little 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.
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.
Mistress Page, remember you your cue.
I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me.
[Exit MISTRESS PAGE.]
Go to, then; we'll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery
pumpion; we'll teach him to know turtles from jays.
"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 blessed 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
By the Lord, thou art a traitor 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 semi-circled 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
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
[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.
She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras.
Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.
[FALSTAFF hides himself.]
What's the matter? How now!
[Re-enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, you are
overthrown, you are undone for ever!
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
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
[Aside] Speak louder.
'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 for ever.
What shall I do? — There is a gentleman, my dear
friend; and I fear not mine own shame as 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 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?
[Coming 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! Are these your letters, knight?
I love thee and none but thee; help me away: let me creep in
here. I'll never —
[He gets into the basket; they cover him with foul
Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men, Mistress
Ford. You dissembling knight!
What, John! Robert! John!
Go, take up these clothes here, quickly; where's the
cowl-staff? Look how you drumble! Carry them to the
laundress in Datchet-Mead; quickly, come.
[Enter FORD, PAGE, 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.
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
[Exeunt SERVANTS with the basket.]
Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; 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. [Locking the door] So, now
Good Master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much.
True, Master Page. Up, gentlemen, you shall see sport anon;
follow me, gentlemen.
This is fery fantastical humours 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.
[Exeunt EVANS, PAGE, and CAIUS.]
Is there not a double excellency in this?
I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or
What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the
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 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 to-morrow eight o'clock, to have
[Re-enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS.]
I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that he could not
[Aside to MRS. FORD] Heard you that?
[Aside to MRS. PAGE] Ay, ay,
You use me well, Master Ford, do you?
Ay, I do so.
Heaven make you better than your thoughts!
You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.
Ay, ay; I must bear it.
If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the
coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of
Be gar, nor I too; there is no bodies.
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 this. Come, wife, come, Mistress Page; I pray you pardon
me; pray heartily, pardon me.
Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do
invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll
a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it
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.
I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow 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!
[Enter FENTON, ANNE PAGE, and MISTRESS QUICKLY.
MISTRESS QUICKLY stands apart.]
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 gall'd with my expense,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth.
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.
May be 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 converse apart.]
[Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall speak for
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
Hark ye; Master Slender would speak a word with you.
I come to him.
[Aside] This is my father's
O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
And how does good Master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.
She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
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 long-tail, 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.
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; here he comes.
[Enter PAGE and MISTRESS PAGE.]
Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne.
Why, how now! what does Master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house:
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd 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.
[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
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 colours 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' the earth.
And bowl'd 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.
[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ANNE.]
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
I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night
Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains.
Now Heaven send thee good fortune!
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!
[Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.]
Bardolph, I say, —
Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in 't.
Have I lived to be carried in a basket, and to be thrown in the
Thames like a barrow of butcher's offal? 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. The rogues slighted
me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned
a blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the 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 had been
swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.
[Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the 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. Call her in.
Come in, woman.
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
By your leave. I cry you mercy. Give your worship good
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.
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.
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, sayest thou?
Eight and nine, sir.
Well, be gone; I will not miss her.
Peace be with you, sir.
[Exit MISTRESS QUICKLY.]
I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word to stay
within. I like his money well. O! here he comes.
[Enter FORD disguised.]
Bless you, sir!
Now, Master Brook, you come to know what hath passed between me and
That, indeed, Sir John, is my business.
Master Brook, I will not lie to you: I was at her house the hour she
And how sped you, sir?
Very ill-favouredly, Master 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 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.
What! while you were there?
While I was there.
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
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.
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, an intolerable fright to be
detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether; 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 horse-shoe;
think of that, hissing hot, think of that, Master 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
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.
'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
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
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.
SCENE I. The street
[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. Look where his master comes; 'tis a playing day, I see.
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS.]
How now, Sir Hugh, no school to-day?
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
William, how many numbers is in nouns?
Truly, I thought there had been one number more, because they say
Peace your tattlings! What is "fair," William?
Polecats! There are fairer things than polecats, sure.
You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray you, peace. What is "lapis,"
And what is "a stone," William?
No, it is "lapis"; I pray you remember in your prain.
That is a good William. What is he, William, that does lend
Articles are borrowed of the pronoun, and be thus declined:
Singulariter, nominativo; hic, haec, hoc.
Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, mark: genitivo, hujus. Well,
what is your accusative case?
I pray you, have your remembrance, child. Accusativo, hung,
"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.
What is your genitive case plural, William?
Genitive: horum, harum, horum.
Vengeance of Jenny'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 "horum;" 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.
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 "quis", your "quaes", and
your "quods", 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.
[Exit SIR HUGH.]
Get you home, boy. Come, we stay too long.
[Enter 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 only, Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but
in all the accoutrement, complement, 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 the chamber, Sir John.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE.]
How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself?
Why, none but mine own people.
No, certainly. —
[Aside to her] Speak louder.
Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here.
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.
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
Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I
put him into the basket again?
No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I not go out ere he
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 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 Brainford, 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
I would my husband would meet him in this shape; he cannot abide
the old woman of Brainford; 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
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
I'll first direct my men what they shall do with the basket. Go
up; I'll bring linen for him straight.
[Exit MISTRESS FORD.]
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.
We do not act that often jest and laugh;
'Tis old but true: "Still swine eats all the draff."
[Re-enter MISTRESS FORD, with two SERVANTS.]
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,
[Exit MISTRESS FORD.]
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.
[Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS.]
Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any way then to unfool
me again? Set down the basket, villain! Somebody call my
wife. Youth in a basket! O you panderly rascals! there's
a knot, a ging, 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. —
[Re-enter MISTRESS FORD.]
Come hither, Mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the
virtuous creature, 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. [Pulling clothes out of the basket]
Are you not ashamed? Let the clothes alone.
I shall find you anon.
'Tis unreasonable. Will you take up your wife's clothes?
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.
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.
[Servants carry away the basket.]
Help to search my house this one time. If I find not what I
seek, show no colour for my extremity; let me for ever 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.
What, hoa, 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 Brainford.
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 the figure,
and such daubery as this is, beyond our element. We know
nothing. Come down, you witch, you hag you; come down, I say!
Nay, good sweet husband! Good gentlemen, let him not strike
the old woman.
[Re-enter FALSTAFF in woman's clothes, led by MISTRESS PAGE.]
Come, Mother Prat; come, give me your hand.
I'll prat her. —
[Beats him.] Out of my door, you witch, you rag,
you baggage, you polecat, you ronyon! Out, out! I'll
conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you.
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.
Let's obey his humour a little further. Come, gentlemen.
[Exeunt FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and EVANS.]
Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most unpitifully
I'll have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the altar; it hath done
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
[Enter HOST and BARDOLPH.]
Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your horses; the Duke himself
will be to-morrow at court, and they are going to meet him.
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.
SCENE IV. A room in Ford's house
[Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and SIR HUGH
'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 honour 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 offence;
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!
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
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 winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd 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,
Disguis'd, like Herne, with huge horns on his head.
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,
And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress
Like urchins, ouphs, 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 amazèdness 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 practis'd well to this or they'll ne'er do 't.
I will teach the children their behaviours; and I will be like a
jack-an-apes 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 attired 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.
Fear not you that. Go, get us properties
And tricking for our fairies.
Let us about it. It is admirable pleasures, and fery honest
[Exeunt PAGE, FORD, and EVANS.]
Go, Mistress Ford.
Send Quickly to Sir John to know his mind.
[Exit MRS. FORD.]
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 money'd, and his friends
Potent at court: he, none but he, shall have her,
Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn
[Enter HOST and SIMPLE.]
What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thick-skin? Speak,
breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.
Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master
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,
Ha! a fat woman? The knight may be robbed. I'll call.
Bully knight! Bully Sir John! Speak from thy lungs
military. Art thou there? It is thine host, thine Ephesian,
[Above] 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
honourible. Fie! privacy? fie!
There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with, me; but she's
Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of Brainford?
Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell: what would you with her?
My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thorough
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.
To have her, or no. Go; say the woman told me so.
May I be bold to say so, sir?
Ay, Sir Tike; like who more bold?
I thank your worship; I shall make my master glad with these tidings.
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.
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 Readins, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and
money. I tell you for good will, look you; you are wise, and
full of gibes and vlouting-stogs, and 'tis not convenient you should
be cozened. Fare you well.
[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 Jamany. By my trot, dere is no duke
that the court is know to come; I tell you for good will: Adieu.
[Exit DOCTOR CAIUS.]
Hue and cry, villain, go! Assist me, knight; I am undone.
Fly, run, hue and cry, villain; I am undone!
[Exeunt HOST and BARDOLPH.]
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
cudgelled, 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 crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never
prospered since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind
were but long enough to say my prayers, 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
And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant; speciously one of
them; Mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you
cannot see a white spot about her.
What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself
into all the colours of the rainbow; and was like to be apprehended
for the witch of Brainford. But that my admirable dexterity of
wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, delivered me, the
knave constable had set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for
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. 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.
SCENE VI. Another room in the Garter Inn
[Enter FENTON and HOST.]
Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is heavy; I will give over
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
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,
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; wherein fat Falstaff
Hath a great scare: the image of the jest
I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host:
To-night 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:
Her mother, even 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 deanery, 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 mask'd and vizarded —
That quaint in green she shall be loose enrob'd,
With ribands 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.
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.
SCENE I. A room in the Garter Inn
[Enter 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
I'll provide you a chain, and I'll do what I can to get you a pair
Away, I say; time wears; hold up your head, and mince.
[Exit MRS. QUICKLY.]
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.
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,
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 to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his
wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand,
Master Brook! Follow.
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle-ditch till we see the light of
our fairies. Remember, son Slender, my daughter.
Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and we have a nay-word 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.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and DOCTOR CAIUS.]
Master Doctor, my daughter is in green; when you see your time, take
her by the 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.
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 heart break.
Where is Nan now, and her troop of fairies, and the Welsh devil,
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!
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS, disguised, with others 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.
[Enter FALSTAFF disguised as HERNE with a buck's head on.]
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' the forest. Send me a cool rut-time, Jove,
or who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes here? my doe?
[Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE.]
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
eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me
Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart.
Divide me like a brib'd 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!
Alas! what noise?
Heaven forgive our sins!
What should this be?
[They 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 SIR HUGH EVANS like a Satyr, PISTOL as a
Hobgoblin, ANNE PAGE as the the Fairy Queen, attended by her Brothers
and Others, as fairies, with waxen tapers on their heads.]
Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moonshine revellers, and shades of night,
You orphan heirs of fixèd destiny,
Attend your office and your quality.
Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy oyes.
Elves, list your names: silence, you airy toys!
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap:
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant Queen hates sluts and sluttery.
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die:
I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye.
[Lies down upon his face.]
Where's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid
That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Rein 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.
Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, 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 instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing,
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:
The 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 emerald 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.
Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set;
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
To guide our measure round about the tree.
But, stay; I smell a man of middle-earth.
Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he transform me to
a piece of cheese!
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
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.
A trial! come.
Come, will this wood take fire?
[They burn him with their tapers.]
Oh, oh, oh!
Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
[During this song the Fairies pinch FALSTAFF.
DOCTOR CAIUS comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; SLENDER
another way, and takes off a fairy in white; and FENTON comes, and
steals away ANNE PAGE. A noise of hunting is heard within.
All the fairies run away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's head,
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 villany;
Pinch him and burn him and turn him about,
Till candles and star-light and moonshine be out.
[Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD.
They lay hold on FALSTAFF.]
Nay, do not fly; I think we have watch'd 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?
See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes
Become the forest better than the town?
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
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'er-reaching as this? Am I ridden with a
Welsh goat too? Shall I have a cox-comb of frieze? 'Tis
time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.
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
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
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.
Nay, husband, let that go to make amends;
Forget that sum, so we'll all be friends.
Well, here's my hand: all is forgiven at last.
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.
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' the 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 postmaster's
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 postmaster's boy.
Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see put marry poys?
O I am vexed at heart: what shall I do?
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.
Why, did you take her in green?
Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy: by gar, I'll raise all Windsor.
[Exit DOCTOR CAIUS.]
This is strange. Who hath got the right Anne?
My heart misgives me; here comes Master Fenton.
[Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE.]
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.
The offence 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.
Stand not amaz'd: 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 eschew'd must be embrac'd.
When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chas'd.
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, to-night, shall lie with Mistress Ford.
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