Authors: William Shakespeare
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’th’Garter, a word
They speak apart
What sayst thou, my bully-rook?
Will you go with us to behold it? My merry
host hath had the measuring of their weapons, and, I think,
hath appointed them
places, for, believe me, I hear
the parson is
. Hark, I will tell you what our sport
They speak apart
Hast thou no suit against my knight,
sack to give me
to him, and tell him my name is
Broom, only for a jest.
My hand, bully. Thou shalt have
egress and regress
— said I well? — and thy name shall be Broom. It is a merry
knight.— Will you go,
To Shallow and Page
Have with you, mine host.
I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in his
Tut, sir, I could have told you more. In these times
not what. ’Tis the
, Master Page, ’tis here, ’tis here. I
have seen the time, with my
, I would have made
fellows skip like rats.
Here, boys, here, here! Shall we
Have with you. I had rather hear them
Exeunt Host, Shallow and Page
on his wife’s frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily.
She was in
company at Page’s house, and what they
there I know not. Well, I will look further into’t, and I
have a disguise to
Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose
not my labour: if she be otherwise, ’tis labour well bestowed.
running scene 6
Enter Falstaff [and] Pistol
I will not lend thee a penny.
Why, then the world’s mine oyster, which I with
sword will open.
Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should
friends for three reprieves for you and your
of baboons. I am damned in hell for swearing to gentlemen
my friends you were good soldiers and tall fellows. And when
mine honour thou hadst it not.
Didst not thou
? Hadst thou not fifteen pence?
, you rogue, reason. Think’st thou I’ll
me, I am no gibbet for you. Go —
a short knife and a throng
— to your manor of
, go! You’ll not bear a letter
for me, you rogue. You stand upon your honour. Why, thou
baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the
terms of my honour
. Ay, ay, I myself sometimes,
leaving the fear of heaven
on the left hand
, and hiding mine
honour in my necessity, am
fain to shuffle, to hedge and to
beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour? You will
not do it? You?
. What would thou more of man?
Sir, here’s a woman would speak with you.
Let her approach.
Enter Mistress Quickly
your worship good morrow.
Good morrow, good wife.
, an’t please your worship.
Good maid, then.
That I am, I’ll be sworn,
I do believe the swearer. What with me?
Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?
Two thousand, fair woman, and I’ll
There is one Mistress Ford, sir — I pray come
a little nearer this
— I myself dwell with master Doctor
. 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
Gestures toward Pistol and Robin
own people, mine own people.
Are they so? Heaven 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
! 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
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
warrant you, in silk and gold, and in such
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
her. I had myself twenty
given me this morning, but I defy all angels — in any
, 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,
, but, I warrant you, all
is one with her.
But what says she to me? Be brief, my good
Marry, she hath received your letter, for the
which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you to
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
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
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
to your worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty
commendations to you too: and let me tell you in your ear,
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
, la. Yes, in truth.
Not I, I assure thee. Setting the attraction of my
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
, I hope — that were a trick indeed! But Mistress Page
would desire you to send her your little page,
of all loves
husband has a marvellous
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
, rise when
she list, all is as she will, and truly she deserves it, for if there
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
word, that you may know one another’s mind, and the boy
never need to understand anything, 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