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Act I, Scene iv:
A room in DOCTOR CAIUS'S house.
 
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, and SIMPLE.]
QUICKLY:
What, John Rugby!
[Enter RUGBY.]
I pray thee go to the casement, and see if you can see my
master, Master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith,
and find anybody in the house, here will be an old abusing
of God's patience and the King's English.
RUGBY:
I'll go watch.
QUICKLY:
Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in
faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.
[Exit RUGBY.]
An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall
come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale
nor no breed-bate; his worst fault is that he is given
to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but nobody
but has his fault; but let that pass. Peter Simple you
say your name is?
SIMPLE:
Ay, for fault of a better.
QUICKLY:
And Master Slender's your master?
SIMPLE:
Ay, forsooth.
QUICKLY:
Does he not wear a great round beard, like a
glover's paring-knife?
SIMPLE:
No, forsooth; he hath but a little whey face, with a
little yellow beard—a cane-coloured beard.
QUICKLY:
A softly-sprighted man, is he not?
SIMPLE:
Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his hands as
any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a
warrener.
QUICKLY:
How say you?—O! I should remember him. Does
he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?
SIMPLE:
Yes, indeed, does he.
QUICKLY:
Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune!
Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your
master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish—
[Re-enter RUGBY.]
RUGBY:
Out, alas! here comes my master.
QUICKLY:
We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young
man; go into this closet.[Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.]He
will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John! what, John,
I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be
not well that he comes not home.
[Exit Rugby.] [Sings.] And down, down, adown-a,' &c.
[Enter DOCTOR CAIUS.]
CAIUS:
Vat is you sing? I do not like des toys. Pray you, go
and vetch me in my closet une boitine verde—a box, a green-a
box: do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
QUICKLY:
Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you.[Aside]I am glad
he went not in himself: if he had found the young man,
he would have been horn-mad.
CAIUS:
Fe, fe, fe fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais a
la cour—la grande affaire.
QUICKLY:
Is it this, sir?
CAIUS:
Oui; mettez le au mon pocket: depechez, quickly.—Vere
is dat knave, Rugby?
QUICKLY:
What, John Rugby? John!
[Re-enter Rugby.]
RUGBY:
CAIUS:
You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: come,
take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.
RUGBY:
CAIUS:
By my trot, I tarry too long.—Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublie?
Dere is some simples in my closet dat I vill not for the
varld I shall leave behind.
QUICKLY:
[Aside.[ Ay me, he'll find the young man there, and be
mad!
CAIUS:
O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?—Villainy! larron!
[Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier!
QUICKLY:
Good master, be content.
CAIUS:
Verefore shall I be content-a?
QUICKLY:
The young man is an honest man.
CAIUS:
What shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is
no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
QUICKLY:
I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear the
truth of it: he came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh.
CAIUS:
Vell.
SIMPLE:
Ay, forsooth, to desire her to—
QUICKLY:
Peace, I pray you.
CAIUS:
Peace-a your tongue!—Speak-a your tale.
SIMPLE:
To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to
speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my master,
in the way of marriage.
QUICKLY:
This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my finger
in the fire, and need not.
CAIUS:
Sir Hugh send-a you?—Rugby, baillez me some paper: tarry
you a little-a while.[Writes.]
QUICKLY:
I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been throughly moved,
you should have heard him so loud and so melancholy. But
notwithstanding, man, I'll do you your master what good
I can; and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor,
my master—I may call him my master, look you, for I keep
his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and
drink, make the beds, and do all myself—
SIMPLE:
'Tis a great charge to come under one body's hand.
QUICKLY:
Are you avis'd o' that? You shall find it a great charge;
and to be up early and down late; but notwithstanding,—to
tell you in your ear,—I would have no words of it—my
master himself is in love with Mistress Anne Page; but
notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind, that's neither
here nor there.
CAIUS:
You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar,
it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in de Park; and I
will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make. You
may be gone; it is not good you tarry here: by gar, I will
cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone
to throw at his dog.
[Exit SIMPLE.]
QUICKLY:
Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
CAIUS:
It is no matter-a ver dat:—do not you tell-a me dat I
shall have Anne Page for myself? By gar, I vill kill de Jack
priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jartiere to
measure our weapon. By gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.
QUICKLY:
Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We
must give folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!
CAIUS:
Rugby, come to the court vit me. By gar, if I have
not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door.
Follow my heels, Rugby.
[Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY.]
QUICKLY:
You shall have An fool's-head of your own. No,
I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor
knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more
than I do with her, I thank heaven.
FENTON:
[Within.] Who's within there? ho!
QUICKLY:
Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.
[Enter FENTON.]
FENTON:
How now, good woman! how dost thou?
QUICKLY:
The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.
FENTON:
What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?
QUICKLY:
In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and
gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by
the way; I praise heaven for it.
FENTON:
Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose
my suit?
QUICKLY:
Troth, sir, all is in His hands above; but
notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book
she loves you. Have not your worship a wart above your eye?
FENTON:
Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
QUICKLY:
Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith, it is such
another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke
bread. We had an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never
laugh but in that maid's company;—but, indeed, she is
given too much to allicholy and musing. But for you—well,
go to.
FENTON:
Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's money
for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest
her before me, commend me.
QUICKLY:
Will I? i' faith, that we will; and I will tell your
worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence;
and of other wooers.
FENTON:
Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.
QUICKLY:
Farewell to your worship.—[Exit FENTON.]Truly,
an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know
Anne's mind as well as another does. Out upon 't, what
have I forgot?
[Exit.]
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