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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?

       FORD

       Indeed she is.

       MRS. PAGE

       By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her.

       [Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN.]

       FORD

       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.

       FORD

       Trust me, a good knot; I have good cheer at home, and I pray you all go with me.

       SHALLOW

       I must excuse myself, Master Ford.

       SLENDER

       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.

       SHALLOW

       We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.

       SLENDER

       I hope I have your good will, father Page.

       PAGE

       You have, Master Slender; I stand wholly for you. But my wife, Master doctor, is for you altogether.

       CAIUS

       Ay, be-gar; and de maid is love-a me: my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush.

       HOST

       What say you to young Master Fenton? He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May; he will carry ‘t, he will carry ‘t; ‘tis in his buttons; he will carry ‘t.

       PAGE

       Not by my consent, I promise you. The 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.

       FORD

       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.

       SHALLOW

       Well, fare you well; we shall have the freer wooing at Master Page’s.

       [Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER.]

       CAIUS

       Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.

       [Exit RUGBY.]

       HOST

       Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him.

       [Exit HOST.]

       FORD

       [Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him. I’ll make him dance.

       Will you go, gentles?

       ALL

       Have with you to see this monster.

       [Exeunt.]

      SCENE III. A room in Ford’s house

       [Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE.]

       MRS. FORD

       What, John! what, Robert!

       MRS. PAGE

       Quickly, quickly: — Is the buck-basket —

       MRS. FORD

       I warrant. What, Robin, I say!

       [Enter SERVANTS with a basket.]

       MRS. PAGE

       Come, come, come.

       MRS. FORD

       Here, set it down.

       MRS. PAGE

       Give your men the charge; we must be brief.

       MRS. FORD

       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.

       MRS. PAGE

       You will do it?

       MRS. FORD

       I have told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you are called.

       [Exeunt SERVANTS.]

       MRS. PAGE

       Here comes little Robin.

       [Enter ROBIN.]

       MRS. FORD

       How now, my eyas-musket! what news with you?

       ROBIN

       My Master Sir John is come in at your back-door, Mistress Ford, and requests your company.

       MRS. PAGE

       You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us?

       ROBIN

       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.

       MRS. PAGE

       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.

       MRS. FORD

       Do so. Go tell thy master I am alone.

       [Exit ROBIN.]

       Mistress Page, remember you your cue.

       MRS. PAGE

       I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me.

       [Exit MISTRESS PAGE.]

       MRS. FORD

       Go to, then; we’ll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery pumpion; we’ll teach him to know turtles from jays.

       [Enter FALSTAFF.]

       FALSTAFF

       “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!

       MRS. FORD

       O, sweet Sir John!

       FALSTAFF

       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.

       MRS. FORD

       I your lady, Sir John! Alas, I should be a pitiful lady.

       FALSTAFF

       Let the court of France


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