ACT II SCENE II | A room in the Garter Inn. | |
[Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL] |
FALSTAFF | I will not lend thee a penny. |
PISTOL | Why, then the world's mine oyster. |
| Which I with sword will open. |
FALSTAFF | Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should |
| lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my | 5 |
| good friends for three reprieves for you and your |
| coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through |
| the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in |
| hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were |
| good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress | 10 |
| Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon |
| mine honour thou hadst it not. |
PISTOL | Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? |
FALSTAFF | Reason, you rogue, reason: thinkest thou I'll |
| endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more | 15 |
| about me, I am no gibbet for you. Go. A short knife |
| and a throng! To your manor of Pickt-hatch! Go. |
| You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! you |
| stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable |
| baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the | 20 |
| terms of my honour precise: I, I, I myself |
| sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand |
| and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to |
| shuffle, to hedge and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, |
| will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain | 25 |
| looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your |
| bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your |
| honour! You will not do it, you! |
PISTOL | I do relent: what would thou more of man? |
[Enter ROBIN] |
ROBIN | Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. | 30 |
FALSTAFF | Let her approach. |
[Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY] |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Give your worship good morrow. |
FALSTAFF | Good morrow, good wife. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Not so, an't please your worship. |
FALSTAFF | Good maid, then. | 35 |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | I'll be sworn, |
| As my mother was, the first hour I was born. |
FALSTAFF | I do believe the swearer. What with me? |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two? |
FALSTAFF | Two thousand, fair woman: and I'll vouchsafe thee | 40 |
| the hearing. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | There is one Mistress Ford, sir:--I pray, come a |
| little nearer this ways:--I myself dwell with master |
| Doctor Caius,-- |
FALSTAFF | Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,-- | 45 |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, |
| come a little nearer this ways. |
FALSTAFF | I warrant thee, nobody hears; mine own people, mine |
| own people. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Are they so? God bless them and make them his servants! | 50 |
FALSTAFF | Well, Mistress Ford; what of her? |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord Lord! your |
| worship's a wanton! Well, heaven forgive you and all |
| of us, I pray! |
FALSTAFF | Mistress Ford; come, Mistress Ford,-- | 55 |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you |
| have brought her into such a canaries as 'tis |
| wonderful. The 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 | 60 |
| 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 |
| rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in |
| such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of | 65 |
| the best and the fairest, that would have won any |
| woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never |
| get an eye-wink of her: I had myself twenty angels |
| given me this morning; but I defy all angels, in |
| any such sort, as they say, but in the way of | 70 |
| 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, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. |
FALSTAFF | But what says she to me? be brief, my good | 75 |
| she-Mercury. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Marry, she hath received your letter, for the which |
| she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you |
| to notify that her husband will be absence from his |
| house between ten and eleven. | 80 |
FALSTAFF | Ten and eleven? |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the |
| picture, she says, that you wot of: Master Ford, |
| her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet |
| woman leads an ill life with him: he's a very | 85 |
| jealousy man: she leads a very frampold life with |
| him, good heart. |
FALSTAFF | Ten and eleven. Woman, commend me to her; I will |
| not fail her. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Why, you say well. But I have another messenger to | 90 |
| your worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty |
| commendations to you too: and let me tell you in |
| your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and |
| one, I tell you, that will not miss you morning nor |
| evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the | 95 |
| 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 charms, la; yes, in truth. |
FALSTAFF | Not I, I assure thee: setting the attractions of my | 100 |
| good parts aside I have no other charms. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Blessing on your heart for't! |
FALSTAFF | But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife and |
| Page's wife acquainted each other how they love me? |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | That were a jest indeed! they have not so little | 105 |
| grace, I hope: that were a trick indeed! but |
| Mistress Page would desire you to send her your |
| little page, of all loves: her husband has a |
| marvellous infection to the little page; and truly |
| Master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in | 110 |
| 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 list, rise when she list, all is as |
| she will: and truly she deserves it; for if there |
| be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must | 115 |
| send her your page; no remedy. |
FALSTAFF | Why, I will. |
MISTRESS QUICKLY | Nay, but do so, then: and, look you, he may come and |
| go between you both; and in any case have a |
| nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and | 120 |
| the boy never need to understand any thing; for |
| 'tis not good that children should know any |
| wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, |
| as they say, and know the world. |
FALSTAFF | Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's | 125 |
| my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with |
| this woman. |
[Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY and ROBIN] |
| This news distracts me! |
PISTOL | This punk is one of Cupid's carriers: |
| Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights: | 130 |
| Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! |
[Exit] |
FALSTAFF | Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make |
| more of thy old body than I have done. Will they |
| yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense |
| of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I | 135 |
| thank thee. Let them say 'tis grossly done; so it be |
| fairly done, no matter. |
[Enter BARDOLPH] |
BARDOLPH | Sir John, there's one Master Brook below would fain |
| speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath |
| sent your worship a morning's draught of sack. | 140 |
FALSTAFF | Brook is his name? |
BARDOLPH | Ay, sir. |
FALSTAFF | Call him in. |
[Exit BARDOLPH] |
| Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such |
| liquor. Ah, ha! Mistress Ford and Mistress Page | 145 |
| have I encompassed you? go to; via! |
[Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised] |
FORD | Bless you, sir! |
FALSTAFF | And you, sir! Would you speak with me? |
FORD | I make bold to press with so little preparation upon |
| you. | 150 |
FALSTAFF | You're welcome. What's your will? Give us leave, drawer. |
[Exit BARDOLPH] |
FORD | Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook. |
FALSTAFF | Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you. |
FORD | Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; |
| for I must let you understand I think myself in | 155 |
| better plight for a lender than you are: the which |
| hath something embolden'd me to this unseasoned |
| intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all |
| ways do lie open. |
FALSTAFF | Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. | 160 |
FORD | Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me: |
| if you will help to bear it, Sir John, take all, or |
| half, for easing me of the carriage. |
FALSTAFF | Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. |
FORD | I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing. | 165 |
FALSTAFF | Speak, good Master Brook: I shall be glad to be |
| your servant. |
FORD | Sir, I hear you are a scholar,--I will be brief |
| with you,--and you have been a man long known to me, |
| though I had never so good means, as desire, to make | 170 |
| myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a |
| thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine |
| own imperfection: but, good Sir John, as you have |
| one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, |
| turn another into the register of your own; that I | 175 |
| may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you |
| yourself know how easy it is to be such an offender. |
FALSTAFF | Very well, sir; proceed. |
FORD | There is a gentlewoman in this town; her husband's |
| name is Ford. | 180 |
FALSTAFF | Well, sir. |
FORD | I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, |
| bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting |
| observance; engrossed opportunities to meet her; |
| fee'd every slight occasion that could but niggardly | 185 |
| give me sight of her; not only bought many presents |
| to give her, but have given largely to many to know |
| what she would have given; briefly, I have pursued |
| her as love hath pursued me; which hath been on the |
| wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have | 190 |
| merited, either in my mind or, in my means, meed, |
| I am sure, I have received none; unless experience |
| be a jewel that I have purchased at an infinite |
| rate, and that hath taught me to say this: |
| 'Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; | 195 |
| Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.' |
FALSTAFF | Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands? |
FORD | Never. |
FALSTAFF | Have you importuned her to such a purpose? |
FORD | Never. | 200 |
FALSTAFF | Of what quality was your love, then? |
FORD | Like a fair house built on another man's ground; so |
| that I have lost my edifice by mistaking the place |
| where I erected it. |
FALSTAFF | To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? | 205 |
FORD | When I have told you that, I have told you all. |
| Some say, that though she appear honest to me, yet in |
| other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that |
| there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, Sir |
| John, here is the heart of my purpose: you are a | 210 |
| gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable |
| discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your |
| place and person, generally allowed for your many |
| war-like, court-like, and learned preparations. |
FALSTAFF | O, sir! | 215 |
FORD | Believe it, for you know it. There is money; spend |
| it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only |
| give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as |
| to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this |
| Ford's wife: use your art of wooing; win her to | 220 |
| consent to you: if any man may, you may as soon as |
| any. |
FALSTAFF | Would it apply well to the vehemency of your |
| affection, that I should win what you would enjoy? |
| Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously. | 225 |
FORD | O, understand my drift. She dwells so securely on |
| the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my |
| soul dares not present itself: she is too bright to |
| be looked against. Now, could I could come to her |
| with any detection in my hand, my desires had | 230 |
| instance and argument to commend themselves: I |
| could drive her then from the ward of her purity, |
| her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand |
| other her defences, which now are too too strongly |
| embattled against me. What say you to't, Sir John? | 235 |
FALSTAFF | Master Brook, I will first make bold with your |
| money; next, give me your hand; and last, as I am a |
| gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. |
FORD | O good sir! |
FALSTAFF | I say you shall. | 240 |
FORD | Want no money, Sir John; you shall want none. |
FALSTAFF | Want no Mistress Ford, Master Brook; you shall want |
| none. I shall be with her, I may tell you, by her |
| own appointment; even as you came in to me, her |
| assistant or go-between parted from me: I say I | 245 |
| shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at |
| that time the jealous rascally knave her husband |
| will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall |
| know how I speed. |
FORD | I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, | 250 |
| sir? |
FALSTAFF | Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not: |
| yet I wrong him to call him poor; they say the |
| jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money; for the |
| which his wife seems to me well-favored. I will | 255 |
| use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; |
| and there's my harvest-home. |
FORD | I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might avoid him |
| if you saw him. |
FALSTAFF | Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I will | 260 |
| stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my |
| cudgel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the |
| cuckold's horns. Master Brook, thou shalt know I |
| will predominate over the peasant, and thou shalt |
| lie with his wife. Come to me soon at night. | 265 |
| Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his style; |
| thou, Master Brook, shalt know him for knave and |
| cuckold. Come to me soon at night. |
[Exit] |
FORD | What a damned Epicurean rascal is this! My heart is |
| ready to crack with impatience. Who says this is | 270 |
| improvident jealousy? my wife hath sent to him; the |
| hour is fixed; the match is made. Would any man |
| have thought this? See the hell of having a false |
| woman! My bed shall be abused, my coffers |
| ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not | 275 |
| only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under |
| the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that |
| does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds |
| well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are |
| devils' additions, the names of fiends: but | 280 |
| Cuckold! Wittol!--Cuckold! the devil himself hath |
| not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass: he |
| will trust his wife; he will not be jealous. I will |
| rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh |
| the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my | 285 |
| aqua-vitae bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling |
| gelding, than my wife with herself; then she plots, |
| then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they |
| think in their hearts they may effect, they will |
| break their hearts but they will effect. God be | 290 |
| praised for my jealousy! Eleven o'clock the hour. |
| I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on |
| Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; |
| better three hours too soon than a minute too late. |
| Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold! | 295 |
[Exit] |