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my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding toge. ther; I have a fine hawk for the bush: shall it be so?
Ford. Any thing.
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the compady.
Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd.
Eva. In your teeth : for shame.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Eva. A lousy kuave; to have his gibes and his mockeries!
A room in Page's house.
Enter Fenton, and Mistress Anne Page.
Anne. Alas! how then?
Why, thou must be thyself.
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, beaven so speed me in my time to come! Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
Gentle master Fenton,
[They converse apart, Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly. Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsmau shall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on'*: slid, 'tis but venturing.
Shul. Be not dismay'd.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am afeard.
Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word with you.
Anne. I come to him. This is my father's choice 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
[Aside. Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle can tell you good jests of him :- Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tailt, un. der the degree of a squire.
• A proverbna shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt a thick short one.
+ Come poor or rich.
Shal. He will make you a bundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. Shul. Marry, I thank you
I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.
will ? Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give kreaven praise.
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: your father, and my uncle, have. inade motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy man be his dole*! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father; here he comes.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page. Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
No, good master Fenton. Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender; in: Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender,
Quick. Speak to mistress Page.
fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better
husband. Quick. That's my master, master doctor.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'the earth, And bowl'd to death with turnips. Mrs. Puge. Come, trouble not yourself: good
master Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected ; 'Till then, farewell, sir:-She must needs go in; Her father will be angry.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.
Quick. This is my doing now;— Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on master Fenton :-this is my doing. Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to
night Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.
[Erit. Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would ma. ster Fepton had her: I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously* for master Fen.
ton.' Well, I must of another errand to sir John Fal. staff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to slack it!
A room in the Garter inn.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast iu't. [Erit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown into the Thames ? Well; if I be served such another trick, l'll have my brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorset as they would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter: and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.
Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine. Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed suow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in.
Bard. Come in, woman.