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The Arden Shakespeare Complete Works

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by William Shakespeare


  me?

  QUICKLY O God, no, sir: that were a jest indeed! They

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  have not so little 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 Windsor leads a better life

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  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 send

  her your page, no remedy.

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  FALSTAFF Why, I will.

  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

  the boy never need to understand anything; for ’tis not

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  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 my purse; I am yet thy debtor. – Boy, go along

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  with this woman. – This news distracts me.

  Exeunt Mistress Quickly and Robin.

  PISTOL This punk is one of Cupid’s carriers.

  Clap on more sails, pursue, up with your fights,

  Give fire! She is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!

  Exit.

  FALSTAFF Sayst thou so, old Jack? Go thy ways, I’ll

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  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 thank

  thee. Let them say ’tis grossly done – so it be fairly

  done, no matter.

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  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.

  FALSTAFF Brook is his name?

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  BARDOLPH Ay, sir.

  FALSTAFF Call him in. Exit Bardolph.

  Such brooks are welcome to me, that o’erflows such

  liquor. Ah ha, Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, have

  I encompassed you? Go to, via!

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  Enter FORD as BROOK, introduced by BARDOLPH.

  FORD God bless you, sir.

  FALSTAFF And you, sir. Would you speak with me?

  FORD I make bold, to press with so little preparation

  upon you.

  FALSTAFF You’re welcome. What’s your will? – Give us

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  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.

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  FORD Good Sir John, I sue for yours; not to charge you,

  for I must let you understand I think myself in better

  plight for a lender than you are, the which hath some-

  thing emboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion; for

  they say if money go before, all ways do lie open.

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  FALSTAFF Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.

  FORD Truth, 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

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  porter.

  FORD I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.

  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

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  you – and you have been a man long known to me,

  though I had never so good means as desire to make

  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

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  upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn

  another into the register of your own, that I 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.

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  FORD There is a gentlewoman in this town, her

  husband’s name is Ford.

  FALSTAFF Well, sir.

  FORD I have long loved her, and, I protest to you,

  bestowed much on her, followed her with a doting

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  observance, engrossed opportunities to meet her, fee’d

  every slight occasion that could but niggardly 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

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  hath pursued me, which hath been on the wing of all

  occasions. But whatsoever I have 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

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  to say this:

  Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues,

  Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

  FALSTAFF Have you received no promise of satisfaction

  at her hands?

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  FORD Never.

  FALSTAFF Have you importuned her to such a purpose?

  FORD Never.

  FALSTAFF Of what quality was your love, then?

  FORD Like a fair house built on another man’s ground,

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  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?

  FORD When I have told you that I have told you all.

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  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 gentleman

  of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great

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  admittance, authentic in your place and person,

  generally allowed for your many warlike, courtlike and

  learned preparations –

  FALSTAFF O, sir!

  FORD Believe it, for you know it. [Points to the

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  bag.] 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

  consent to you: if any man may, you may as soon as

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  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.

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  FORD O, understand my drift. She dwells so securely on

  the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul
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br />   dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked

  against. Now, could I come to her with any detection

  in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to

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  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?

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  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.

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  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 shall

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  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 blessed in your acquaintance. Do you know

  Ford, sir?

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  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-favoured. I will use

  her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue’s coffer, and

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  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

  stare him out of his wits, I will awe him with my cudgel:

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  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: Ford’s a knave, and I will aggravate

  his style. Thou, Master Brook, shalt know him for

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  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

  improvident jealousy? My wife hath sent to him, the

  hour is fixed, the match is made: would any man have

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  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 only receive this

  villainous wrong, but stand under the adoption of

  abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong.

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  Terms, names! Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well;

  Barbason, well; yet they are devils’ additions, the names

  of fiends. But 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

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  rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the

  Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my 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

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  their hearts they may effect – they will break their

  hearts but they will effect. God be 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

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  minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! Cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!

  Exit.

  2.3 Enter Doctor CAIUS and RUGBY.

  CAIUS Jack Rugby!

  RUGBY Sir?

  CAIUS Vat is the clock, Jack?

  RUGBY ’Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised

  to meet.

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  CAIUS By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no-come.

  He has pray his Pible well, dat he is no-come. By gar,

  Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

  RUGBY He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill

  him if he came.

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  CAIUS By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill him.

  Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

  RUGBY Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

  CAIUS Villainy, take your rapier.

  RUGBY Forbear; here’s company.

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  Enter SHALLOW, PAGE, HOST and SLENDER.

  HOST God bless thee, bully Doctor.

 

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