ACT V SCENE I | 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 | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| 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 | 20 |
| 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 | 25 |
| 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] |