Act III, Scene ii: A street in Windsor.
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| | MRS: | |
| | Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you were | |
| | wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether | |
| | had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels? | |
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| | ROBIN: | |
| | I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than | |
| | follow him like a dwarf. | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | O! you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a | |
| | courtier. | |
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| | FORD: | |
| | Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you? | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home? | |
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| | FORD: | |
| | Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of | |
| | company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two | |
| | would marry. | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | Be sure of that—two other husbands. | |
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| | FORD: | |
| | Where had you this pretty weathercock? | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my | |
| | husband had him of. What do you call your knight's | |
| | name, sirrah? | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | 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? | |
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| | MRS: | |
| | By your leave, sir: I am sick till I see her. | |
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[Exeunt MRS. PAGE and ROBIN.]
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| | 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. | |
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| | SHALLOW, PAGE, &C. | |
| | Well met, Master Ford. | |
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| | FORD: | |
| | Trust me, a good knot; I have good cheer at home, | |
| | and I pray you all go with me. | |
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| | SHALLOW: | |
| | I must excuse myself, Master Ford. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | SHALLOW: | |
| | We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my | |
| | cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer. | |
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| | SLENDER: | |
| | I hope I have your good will, father Page. | |
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| | PAGE: | |
| | You have, Master Slender; I stand wholly for you. But | |
| | my wife, Master doctor, is for you altogether. | |
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| | CAIUS: | |
| | Ay, be-gar; and de maid is love-a me: my nursh-a | |
| | Quickly tell me so mush. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | 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. | |
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| | SHALLOW: | |
| | wooing at Master Page's. | |
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[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER.]
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| | CAIUS: | |
| | Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. | |
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| | HOST: | |
| | Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight | |
| | Falstaff, and drink canary with him.[Exit.]HOST | |
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| | FORD: | |
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[Aside]
I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with
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| | him. I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles? | |
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| | ALL: | |
| | Have with you to see this monster. | |
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