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box, a green-a box; do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
Quic. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad, he went not in himself; if he had found the man, he would have been horn-mad.
[Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe, ma foi, il fait fort chaud ; je me's vaie à la Cour la grande affaire.
Quic. Is it this, Sir?
Caius. Ouy, mettez le ax mon pocket; Depechez, quickly; ver is dac knave Rugby?
Quic. What, John Rugby! John!
Caius. You are Jobn Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby; come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the Court.
Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.
Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long: od's me: Que ay je oublié ? dere is some amples in my closet, dat I will not for the varld I shall leave behind.
Quic. Ay-me, he'll find the young man there, and be mad. Caius. O Diable, Diable! vat is in my
closet? villaine, Larron! Rugby, my rapier. [Pulls Simple out of the closet.
Quic. Good master, be content.
Caius. What Thall de honest man do in my closet ? dere is no honeft man, dat shall come in my closet.
Quic. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master in the way of marriage.
Quic. This is all, indeed-la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.
Caius. Sir Hugh send-ä-you? Rugby, (10) batllez me some paper'; tarry you a little-a-while.
Quic. I am glad; he is so quiet; if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and fo melancholy: but notwithstanding, man, I'll do for your master what good I can; and the very yea and 'the no is, the French Doctor my master, (1 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 my felf.)
Simp. 'Tis a great charge to come under one body's hand.
Quic. Are you a-vis’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 this letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a fhallenge: I will cut his troat in de parke, 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 itones; by gar he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog.
[Exit Simple. Quic. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
Caius. It is no matter'a ver dat: do you not tell-ame, dat I shall have Anne Page for my self? by gar, vill kill de jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon; by gar, I will my self have Anne Page.
(10) Ballow me some Paper ;] Thus all the Editions hitherto : 'and, I fuppole, the Editors thought this a design'd Corruption of the Word borrow. But are we to imagine the Poet's Doktor had not a Scrap of Paper in his House, but must send out to borrow some? As Caius is represented a Frenchman, and generally speaks half French, half English, it is much more probable to believe, our Author wrote, Baillez me fome Paper, i e. fetch, bring, give me some. So the French say, Bail: lex la main, Give me your hand ; Bailler une oeilla de, to give One the Wink, &c.
Quic. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well : we must give folks leave to prate į what, the good-jer!
Caius. Rugby, come to the Court with me; by gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head
[Ex. Caius and Rugby. Quic. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a Woman in Windfor knows more of Anne's mind than I do, nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heav'n.
Fent. [within.] Who's within there, hoa ?
Quic. Who's there, I trow? come near the house, I pray you.
Enter Mr. Fenton.
Fent. How now, good woman, how dost thou?
Quic. 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 heav’n for it.
Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou ? fhall I not lose my suit?
Quic. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above; but notwithstanding, mafler Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you: have not your worship a wart above your eye?
Fent. Yes, marry, have I ; and what of that?
Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith, it is such another Nan; but, I deteft, an honest maid as ever broke bread; we had an hour's talk of that wart : I shall never laugh but in thạt maid's company! but, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and musing,
Weil go to Fent. Well, I shall see her to day; hold, there's mony for thee: let me have thy voice in my behalf; if thou feeft her before me, commend me
but for you
Quic. Will I? ay, faith, that we will: and I will tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence, and of other wooers.
Fen. Well, farewel, I am in great hafte now. [Exit.
Quic. Farewel to your worship. Truly, an honest gentleman, but Anne loves him not; I know Anne's mind as well as another does. Out upon't, what have I forgot ?
SCENE, before Page's house.
Enter Mrs. Page, with a letter.
Mrs. PA G E. HAT, have I 'scap'd love-letters in the holy-day-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? 'let me see :
Ask me no reason, why I love you ; for tho’ love ufe rcafon for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor : you are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merrý, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more sympathy ; you love sack, and so do 1; would you defire better sympathy ? let it suffice thee, mistress Page, at the least if the love of a soldier can sufice, ihat I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrafe; but I say, love me :
By me, thine own true Knight, by day or night,
John Falstaff. What a Herod of Jury is this? O wicked, wicked world! one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! what unweigh'd be
haviour hath this Flemis drunkard pickt, i'th' devil's name, out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? why, he hath not been thrice in my čompany : what should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth, heav'n forgive me: why, I'll exhibit (11) a Bill in the Parliament for the putting down of fat men: how shall I be reveng'd on him? for re* veng'd I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
Enter Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page, trust me, I was going to
. Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you ; you look very ill.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to shew to the contrary.
Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet I say, I could shew you to the contrary : O mistress Page, give me some counsel.
Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?
Mrs. Ford. O woman! if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour.
Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman, take the honour; what is it? difpense with trifles; what is it?
Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted.
Mrs. Page. What, thou lieft! Sir Alice Ford ! these Knights will hack, and so thou shouldīt not alcer the article of thy gentry.
(11) - a bill in the Parliament for the putting down of Men :) What, Mrs. Page, put down the whole Species Unius ob noxam, for a single Offender's Trespass? Don't be so unreasonable in your Anger. But 'tis a false Charge against You. I am persuaded, a short Monosyllable is dropt out, which, once restor’d, would qualify the Matter. We must neceffarily read, — for the putting down of fat Men. — Mrs. Ford says in the very ensuing Scene, 1 pall think the worse of fat Men, as long as I have an Eye, &c. And in the old Quarto's, Mrs. Page, fo soon as The has read the Letter, says, Well, I shall trufi fat Men the worse, while I'live, for his fake : And he is callid, the fat Knight, the greaf Knight, by the Women, throughout the Play.