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a week at command; I have turn’d away my other guests. They must come off; I’ll sauce them. Come. Exeunt

SCENE 4

 

FORD’S house

 

Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and SIR HUGH EVANS

 

EVANS. ‘Tis one of the best discretions of a oman as ever did look upon.

PAGE. And did he send you both these letters at an instant?

MRS. PAGE. Within a quarter of an hour.

FORD. 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.

PAGE. ‘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.

FORD. There is no better way than that they spoke of.

PAGE. How? To send him word they’ll meet him in the Park at midnight? Fie, fie! he’ll never come!

EVANS. 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 punish’d; he shall have no desires.

PAGE. So think I too.

MRS. FORD. Devise but how you’ll use him when he comes, And let us two devise to bring him thither.

MRS. PAGE. There is an old tale goes that Heme 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

Receiv’d, and did deliver to our age, This tale of Heme the Hunter for a truth.

PAGE. Why yet there want not many that do fear In deep of night to walk by this Herne’s oak.

But what of this?

MRS. FORD. Marry, this is our device—

That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Disguis’d, like Heme, with huge horns on his head.

PAGE. 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?

MRS. PAGE. 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, ouphes, 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 diffused song; upon their sight We two in great amazedness 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.

MRS. FORD. And till he tell the truth,

Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound, And burn him with their tapers.

MRS. PAGE. The truth being known,

We’ll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, And mock him home to Windsor.

FORD. The children must

Be practis’d well to this or they’ll nev’r do ‘t.

EVANS. I will teach the children their behaviours; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with my taber.

FORD. That will be excellent. I’ll go buy them vizards.

MRS. PAGE. My Nan shall be the Queen of all the Fairies, Finely attired in a robe of white.

PAGE. 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.

FORD. Nay, I’ll to him again, in name of Brook; He’ll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he’ll come.

MRS. PAGE. Fear not you that. Go get us properties And tricking for our fairies.

EVANS. Let us about it. It is admirable pleasures, and fery honest knaveries. Exeunt PAGE, FORD, and EVANS

MRS. PAGE. 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. Exit

SCENE 5.

 

The Garter Inn

 

Enter HOST and SIMPLE

 

HOST. What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thickskin?

Speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.

SIMPLE. Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master Slender.

HOST. 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 can; he’ll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto thee. Knock, I say.

SIMPLE. 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, indeed.

HOST. Ha! a fat woman? The knight may be robb’d. I’ll call.

Bully knight! Bully Sir John! Speak from thy lungs military. Art thou there? It is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.

FALSTAFF. [Above] How now, mine host?

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!

 

Enter FALSTAFF

 

FALSTAFF. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with, me; but she’s gone.

SIMPLE. Pray you, sir, was’t not the wise woman of Brainford?

FALSTAFF. Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell. What would you with her?

SIMPLE. My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguil’d him of a chain, had the chain or no.

FALSTAFF. I spake with the old woman about it.

SIMPLE. And what says she, I pray, sir?

FALSTAFF Marry, she says that the very same man that beguil’d Master Slender of his chain cozen’d him of it.

SIMPLE. I would I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.

FALSTAFF. What are they? Let us know.

HOST. Ay, come; quick.

SIMPLE. I may not conceal them, sir.

FALSTAFF. Conceal them, or thou diest.

SIMPLE.. Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mistress Anne Page: to know if it were my master’s fortune to have her or no.

FALSTAFF. ‘Tis, ‘tis his fortune.

SIMPLE. What sir?

FALSTAFF. To have her, or no. Go; say the woman told me so.

SIMPLE. May I be bold to say so, sir?

FALSTAFF. Ay, sir, like who more bold?

SIMPLE., I thank your worship; I shall make my master glad with these tidings. Exit SIMPLE

HOST. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was there a wise woman with thee?

FALSTAFF. Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than ever I learn’d before in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.

 

Enter BARDOLPH

 

BARDOLPH. Out, alas, sir, cozenage, mere cozenage!

HOST. Where be my horses? Speak well of them, varletto.

BARDOLPH. 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.

HOST. They are gone but to meet the Duke, villain; do not say they be fled. Germans are honest men.

 

Enter SIR HUGH EVANS

 

EVANS. Where is mine host?

HOST. What is the matter, sir?

EVANS. Have a care of your entertainments. There is a friend of mine come to town tells me there is three cozen-germans that has cozen’d 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. Exit Enter DOCTOR CAIUS

 

CAIUS. Vere is mine host de Jarteer?

HOST. Here, Master Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

CAIUS. 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 HOST. Hue and cry, villain, go! Assist me, knight; I am undone. Fly, run, hue and cry, villain; I am undone.

Exeunt HOST and BARDOLPH

FALSTAFF. I would all the world might be cozen’d, for I have been cozen’d and beaten too. If it should come to the car of the court how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been wash’d and cudgell’d, 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 crestfall’n as a dried pear.

I never prosper’d since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, would repent.

 

Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY

 

Now! whence come you?

QUICKLY. From the two parties, forsooth.

FALSTAFF. The devil take one party and his dam the other!

And so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffer’d more for their sakes, more than the villainous inconstancy of man’s disposition is able to bear.

QUICKLY. And have not they suffer’d? 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.

FALSTAFF. What tell’st 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, deliver’d me, the knave constable had set me i’ th’ stocks, i’ th’ common stocks, for a witch.

QUICKLY. 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 cross’d.

FALSTAFF. Come up into my chamber. Exeunt

SCENE 6.

 

The Garter Inn

 

Enter FENTON and HOST

 

HOST. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is heavy; I will give over all.

FENTON. Yet hear me speak. Assist me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman, I’ll give the A hundred pound in gold more than your loss.

HOST. I will hear you, Master Fenton; and I will, at the least, keep your counsel.

FENTON. From time to time I have acquainted you With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page; Who, mutually, hath answer’d 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. Fat Falstaff Hath a great scene. The image of the jest I’ll show you here at large. Hark, good