THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

by William Shakespeare

c. 1597

Act II

SCENE I. Before PAGE'S house.

    Enter MISTRESS PAGE, with a letter

MISTRESS PAGE

    What, have I scaped love-letters in the holiday-
    time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them?
    Let me see.

    Reads
    'Ask me no reason why I love you; for though
    Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him
    not for his counsellor. You are not young, no more
    am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry,
    so am I; ha, ha! then there's more sympathy: you
    love sack, and so do I; would you desire better
    sympathy? Let it suffice thee, Mistress Page,--at
    the least, if the love of soldier can suffice,--
    that I love thee. I will not say, pity me; 'tis
    not a soldier-like phrase: but I say, love me. By me,
    Thine own true knight,
    By day or night,
    Or any kind of light,
    With all his might
    For thee to fight, JOHN FALSTAFF'
    What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked
    world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with
    age to show himself a young gallant! What an
    unweighed behavior 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.

    Enter MISTRESS FORD

MISTRESS FORD

    Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

MISTRESS PAGE

    And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very
    ill.

MISTRESS FORD

    Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.

MISTRESS PAGE

    Faith, but you do, in my mind.

MISTRESS FORD

    Well, I do then; yet I say I could show you to the
    contrary. O Mistress Page, give me some counsel!

MISTRESS PAGE

    What's the matter, woman?

MISTRESS FORD

    O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I
    could come to such honour!

MISTRESS PAGE

    Hang the trifle, woman! take the honour. What is
    it? dispense with trifles; what is it?

MISTRESS FORD

    If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so,
    I could be knighted.

MISTRESS PAGE

    What? thou liest! Sir Alice Ford! These knights
    will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the
    article of thy gentry.

MISTRESS FORD

    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 'Green Sleeves.' 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 like?

MISTRESS PAGE

    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.

MISTRESS FORD

    Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very
    words. What doth he think of us?

MISTRESS PAGE

    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.

MISTRESS FORD

    'Boarding,' call you it? I'll be sure to keep him
    above deck.

MISTRESS PAGE

    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.

MISTRESS FORD

    Nay, I will consent to act any villany 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.

MISTRESS PAGE

    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 unmeasurable distance.

MISTRESS FORD

    You are the happier woman.

MISTRESS PAGE

    Let's consult together against this greasy knight.
    Come hither.

    They retire

    Enter FORD with PISTOL, and PAGE with NYM

FORD

    Well, I hope it be not so.

PISTOL

    Hope is a curtal dog in some affairs:
    Sir John affects thy wife.

FORD

    Why, sir, my wife is not young.

PISTOL

    He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
    Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
    He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.

FORD

    Love my wife!

PISTOL

    With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
    Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
    O, odious is the name!

FORD

    What name, sir?

PISTOL

    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.

    Exit

FORD

    [Aside] I will be patient; I will find out this.

NYM

    [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.

    Exit

PAGE

    'The humour of it,' quoth a'! here's a fellow
    frights English out of his wits.

FORD

    I will seek out Falstaff.

PAGE

    I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.

FORD

    If I do find it: well.

PAGE

    I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest
    o' the town commended him for a true man.

FORD

    'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.

PAGE

    How now, Meg!

    MISTRESS PAGE and MISTRESS FORD come forward

MISTRESS PAGE

    Whither go you, George? Hark you.

MISTRESS FORD

    How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy?

FORD

    I melancholy! I am not melancholy. Get you home, go.

MISTRESS FORD

    Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head. Now,
    will you go, Mistress Page?

MISTRESS PAGE

    Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George.

    Aside to MISTRESS FORD
    Look who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger
    to this paltry knight.

MISTRESS FORD

    [Aside to MISTRESS PAGE] Trust me, I thought on her:
    she'll fit it.

    Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY

MISTRESS PAGE

    You are come to see my daughter Anne?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good Mistress Anne?

MISTRESS PAGE

    Go in with us and see: we have an hour's talk with
    you.

    Exeunt MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and MISTRESS QUICKLY

PAGE

    How now, Master Ford!

FORD

    You heard what this knave told me, did you not?

PAGE

    Yes: and you heard what the other told me?

FORD

    Do you think there is truth in them?

PAGE

    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.

FORD

    Were they his men?

PAGE

    Marry, were they.

FORD

    I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at
    the Garter?

PAGE

    Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage
    towards 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.

FORD

    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.

PAGE

    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
    How now, mine host!

Host

    How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman.
    Cavaleiro-justice, I say!

    Enter SHALLOW

SHALLOW

    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.

Host

    Tell him, cavaleiro-justice; tell him, bully-rook.

SHALLOW

    Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh
    the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.

FORD

    Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

    Drawing him aside

Host

    What sayest thou, my bully-rook?

SHALLOW

    [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

Host

    Hast thou no suit against my knight, my
    guest-cavaleire?

FORD

    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.

Host

    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 go, An-heires?

SHALLOW

    Have with you, mine host.

PAGE

    I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in
    his rapier.

SHALLOW

    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 like rats.

Host

    Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?

PAGE

    Have with you. I would rather hear them scold than fight.

    Exeunt Host, SHALLOW, and PAGE

FORD

    Though Page be a secure fool, an 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.

    Exit


SCENE II. A room in the Garter Inn.

    Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL

FALSTAFF

    I will not lend thee a penny.

PISTOL

    Why, then the world's mine oyster.
    Which I with sword will open.

FALSTAFF

    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.

PISTOL

    Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

FALSTAFF

    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 Pickt-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, you!

PISTOL

    I do relent: what would thou more of man?

    Enter ROBIN

ROBIN

    Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.

FALSTAFF

    Let her approach.

    Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Give your worship good morrow.

FALSTAFF

    Good morrow, good wife.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Not so, an't please your worship.

FALSTAFF

    Good maid, then.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    I'll be sworn,
    As my mother was, the first hour I was born.

FALSTAFF

    I do believe the swearer. What with me?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

FALSTAFF

    Two thousand, fair woman: and I'll vouchsafe thee
    the hearing.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    There is one Mistress Ford, sir:--I pray, come a
    little nearer this ways:--I myself dwell with master
    Doctor Caius,--

FALSTAFF

    Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,--

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Your worship says very true: I pray your worship,
    come a little nearer this ways.

FALSTAFF

    I warrant thee, nobody hears; mine own people, mine
    own people.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Are they so? God bless them and make them his servants!

FALSTAFF

    Well, Mistress Ford; what of her?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord Lord! your
    worship's a wanton! Well, heaven forgive you and all
    of us, I pray!

FALSTAFF

    Mistress Ford; come, Mistress Ford,--

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    But what says she to me? be brief, my good
    she-Mercury.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Ten and eleven?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Ten and eleven. Woman, commend me to her; I will
    not fail her.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Not I, I assure thee: setting the attractions of my
    good parts aside I have no other charms.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    Blessing on your heart for't!

FALSTAFF

    But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife and
    Page's wife acquainted each other how they love me?

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Why, I will.

MISTRESS QUICKLY

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's
    my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with
    this woman.

    Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY and ROBIN
    This news distracts me!

PISTOL

    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!

    Exit

FALSTAFF

    Sayest 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

BARDOLPH

    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.

FALSTAFF

    Brook is his name?

BARDOLPH

    Ay, sir.

FALSTAFF

    Call him in.

    Exit BARDOLPH
    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

FORD

    Bless you, sir!

FALSTAFF

    And you, sir! Would you speak with me?

FORD

    I make bold to press with so little preparation upon
    you.

FALSTAFF

    You're welcome. What's your will? Give us leave, drawer.

    Exit BARDOLPH

FORD

    Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook.

FALSTAFF

    Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you.

FORD

    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 embolden'd me to this unseasoned
    intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all
    ways do lie open.

FALSTAFF

    Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.

FORD

    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 carriage.

FALSTAFF

    Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.

FORD

    I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.

FALSTAFF

    Speak, good Master Brook: I shall be glad to be
    your servant.

FORD

    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 it is to be such an offender.

FALSTAFF

    Very well, sir; proceed.

FORD

    There is a gentlewoman in this town; her husband's
    name is Ford.

FALSTAFF

    Well, sir.

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.'

FALSTAFF

    Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands?

FORD

    Never.

FALSTAFF

    Have you importuned her to such a purpose?

FORD

    Never.

FALSTAFF

    Of what quality was your love, then?

FORD

    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.

FALSTAFF

    To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

FORD

    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 learned preparations.

FALSTAFF

    O, sir!

FORD

    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.

FALSTAFF

    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.

FORD

    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 could 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?

FALSTAFF

    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.

FORD

    O good sir!

FALSTAFF

    I say you shall.

FORD

    Want no money, Sir John; you shall want none.

FALSTAFF

    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.

FORD

    I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford,
    sir?

FALSTAFF

    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-favored. I will
    use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer;
    and there's my harvest-home.

FORD

    I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might avoid him
    if you saw him.

FALSTAFF

    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.

    Exit

FORD

    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!

    Exit


SCENE III. A field near Windsor.

    Enter DOCTOR CAIUS and RUGBY

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Jack Rugby!

RUGBY

    Sir?

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Vat is de clock, Jack?

RUGBY

    'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he
    has pray his Pible well, dat he is no come: by gar,
    Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

RUGBY

    He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill
    him, if he came.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    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.

RUGBY

    Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Villany, take your rapier.

RUGBY

    Forbear; here's company.

    Enter Host, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE

Host

    Bless thee, bully doctor!

SHALLOW

    Save you, Master Doctor Caius!

PAGE

    Now, good master doctor!

SLENDER

    Give you good morrow, sir.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?

Host

    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?

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld; he
    is not show his face.

Host

    Thou art a Castalion-King-Urinal. Hector of Greece, my boy!

DOCTOR CAIUS

    I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or
    seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.

SHALLOW

    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?

PAGE

    Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great
    fighter, though now a man of peace.

SHALLOW

    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.

PAGE

    'Tis true, Master Shallow.

SHALLOW

    It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor
    Caius, I am 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.

Host

    Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur Mockwater.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Host

    Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, den, I have as mush mock-vater as de
    Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me
    vill cut his ears.

Host

    He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

Host

    That is, he will make thee amends.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, me do look he shall clapper-de-claw me;
    for, by gar, me vill have it.

Host

    And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Me tank you for dat.

Host

    And, moreover, bully,--but first, master guest, and
    Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro Slender, go you
    through the town to Frogmore.

    Aside to them

PAGE

    Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Host

    He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will
    bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do well?

SHALLOW

    We will do it.

PAGE SHALLOW SLENDER

    Adieu, good master doctor.

    Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a
    jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Host

    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?

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, me dank 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.

Host

    For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne
    Page. Said I well?

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, 'tis good; vell said.

Host

    Let us wag, then.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.

    Exeunt

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