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The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

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.

Host 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

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 learned 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

SIR HUGH EVANS Where is mine host?

Host What is the matter, sir?

SIR HUGH 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 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-stocks, and

’tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare you well.

Exit

Enter DOCTOR CAIUS

DOCTOR CAIUS Vere is mine host de Jarteer?

Host Here, master doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

DOCTOR 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 dat the court is know to

come. I tell you for good vill: 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 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?

MISTRESS 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 suffered more

for their sakes, more than the villanous inconstancy

of man’s disposition is able to bear.

MISTRESS QUICKLY 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.

FALSTAFF What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was

beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow;

and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of

Brentford: 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 a witch.

MISTRESS 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 crossed.

FALSTAFF Come up into my chamber.

Exeunt

Scene 6

Another room in 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 thee

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 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: Now, sir,

Her mother, ever 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 enrobed,

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.

Host Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

FENTON 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.

Host Well, husband your device; I’ll to the vicar:

Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.

FENTON So shall I evermore be bound to thee;

Besides, I’ll make a present recompense.

Exeunt

Act 5

Scene 1

A room in the Garter Inn.

Enter FALSTAFF and MISTRESS QUICKLY

FALSTAFF Prithee, no more prattling; go. I’ll hold. This is

the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd

numbers. Away I go. They say there is divinity in

odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Away!

MISTRESS QUICKLY I’ll provide you a chain; and I’ll do what I can to

get you a pair of horns.

FALSTAFF Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince.

Exit MISTRESS QUICKLY

Enter FORD

How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter

will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the

Park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall

see wonders.

FORD Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me

you had appointed?

FALSTAFF 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.

Exeunt

Scene 2

Windsor Park.

Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER

PAGE Come, come; we’ll couch i’ the castle-ditch till we

see the light of our fairies. Remember, son Slender,

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curiosity: