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Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap : said I well, bully Hector ?
Fal. Do so, good mine host.
Host. I have spoke ; let him follow ; let me see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word ;, follow.
[Exit Host. Fal. Bardolph, follow him ; a tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered servingman, a fresh tapster; go; adieu.
Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
[Exit Bard. Pist. O base Gongarian * wight! wilt thou the
spigot wield ? Nym. He was gotten in drink : is not the humour conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.
Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open : his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.com
Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest.
Pist. Convey, the wise it call : steal ! foh; a ficot for the phrase !
Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I must shift.
Pist. Young ravens must have food.
Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
Pist. Two yards, and more.
Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the waist two yards about : but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe the action of her fami* For Hungarian.
liar style ; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's.
Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her well ; out of honesty into English.
Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?
Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels *. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her boy,
say I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.
Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page’s wife ; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin’d my parts with most judicious eyliads : sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill-shine.
Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass ! Here's another letter to her : she bears the purse too : she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater t to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford : we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.
Pist. Shall I Sir Pandoras of Troy become,
Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the
ters tightly I; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. . Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o'the hoof; seek shelter, pack! * Gold coin. of Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer.
Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, . French thrift, you rogues ; myself, and skirted page.
[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and
fullam * holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor : Tester I'll have in pouch t, when thou shalt lack,'. Base Phrygian Turk !
Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge.
Pist. Wilt thou revenge?
By welkin, and her star!
With both the humours, I;
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
And his soft couch defile. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense I Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness S, for the revolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.
Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee; troop on.
Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. Quick. What; John 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 any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch.
(Exit Rugby. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at * False dice.
Sixpence I'll have in pocket. # Instigate.
night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no telltale, nor no breed-bate* : his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevisht that way: but nobody but has his fault;but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ?
Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master? Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife ?
Sim. No, forsooth: he has but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard.
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?
Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall f a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener g.
Quick. How say you?-0, I should remember him; does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and strut in his gait?
Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.
Quick. 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
Quick. 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:-and down, down, adown-a,
+ Foolish. Brare. $ The keeper of a warren. 1 Scolded, reprimanded.
Enter Doctor Caius. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box, a green-a box; do intend.vat I speak? a green-a box.
Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. Aside.
Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe ! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la cour,-la grand affaire.
Quick. Is it this, sir?
Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depêche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby?
Quick. What, John Rugby! John !
Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: come take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.
Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
Caius. By my trot, Í tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.
Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.
Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet ? Villany! larron !' (Prolling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier.
Quick. Good master, be content.
Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.