The Merry Wives of Windsor - Уильям Шекспир

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make an end of my dinner; ther's Pippins and Cheese to come.

Exeunt

      Scena Tertia

      Enter Falstaffe, Host, Bardolfe, Nym, Pistoll, Page.

      Fal. Mine Host of the Garter?

      Ho. What saies my Bully Rooke? speake schollerly, and wisely

      Fal. Truely mine Host; I must turne away some of my

      followers

      Ho. Discard, (bully Hercules) casheere; let them wag;

      trot, trot

      Fal. I sit at ten pounds a weeke

      Ho. Thou'rt an Emperor (Cesar, Keiser and Pheazar)

      I will entertaine Bardolfe: he shall draw; he shall tap; said

      I well (bully Hector?)

      Fa. Doe so (good mine Host.)

      Ho. I haue spoke; let him follow; let me see thee froth, and liue: I am at a word: follow

      Fal. Bardolfe, follow him: a Tapster is a good trade: an old Cloake, makes a new Ierkin: a wither'd Seruingman, a fresh Tapster: goe, adew

      Ba. It is a life that I haue desir'd: I will thriue

      Pist. O base hungarian wight: wilt y the spigot wield

      Ni. He was gotten in drink: is not the humor co[n]ceited?

      Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this Tinderbox: his

      Thefts were too open: his filching was like an vnskilfull

      Singer, he kept not time

      Ni. The good humor is to steale at a minutes rest

      Pist. Conuay: the wise it call: Steale? foh: a fico for the phrase

      Fal. Well sirs, I am almost out at heeles

      Pist. Why then let Kibes ensue

      Fal. There is no remedy: I must conicatch, I must shift

      Pist. Yong Rauens must haue foode

      Fal. Which of you know Ford of this Towne?

      Pist. I ken the wight: he is of substance good

      Fal. My honest Lads, I will tell you what I am about

      Pist. Two yards, and more

      Fal. No quips now Pistoll: (Indeede I am in the waste two yards about: but I am now about no waste: I am about thrift) briefely: I doe meane to make loue to Fords wife: I spie entertainment in her: shee discourses: shee carues: she giues the leere of inuitation: I can construe the action of her familier stile, & the hardest voice of her behauior (to be english'd rightly) is, I am Sir Iohn Falstafs

      Pist. He hath studied her will; and translated her will:

      out of honesty, into English

      Ni. The Anchor is deepe: will that humor passe?

      Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husbands Purse: he hath a legend of Angels

      Pist. As many diuels entertaine: and to her Boy say I

      Ni. The humor rises: it is good: humor me the angels

      Fal. I haue writ me here a letter to her: & here another to Pages wife, who euen now gaue mee good eyes too; examind my parts with most iudicious illiads: sometimes the beame of her view, guilded my foote: sometimes my portly belly

      Pist. Then did the Sun on dung-hill shine

      Ni. I thanke thee for that humour

      Fal. O she did so course o're my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye, did seeme to scorch me vp like a burning-glasse: here's another letter to her: She beares the Purse too: She is a Region in Guiana: all gold, and bountie: I will be Cheaters to them both, and they shall be Exchequers to mee: they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both: Goe, beare thou this Letter to Mistris Page; and thou this to Mistris Ford: we will thriue (Lads) we will thriue

      Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,

      And by my side weare Steele? then Lucifer take all

      Ni. I will run no base humor: here take the humor-Letter;

      I will keepe the hauior of reputation

      Fal. Hold Sirha, beare you these Letters tightly,

      Saile like my Pinnasse to these golden shores.

      Rogues, hence, auaunt, vanish like haile-stones; goe,

      Trudge; plod away ith' hoofe: seeke shelter, packe:

      Falstaffe will learne the honor of the age,

      French-thrift, you Rogues, my selfe, and skirted Page

      Pist. Let Vultures gripe thy guts: for gourd, and

      Fullam holds: & high and low beguiles the rich & poore,

      Tester ile haue in pouch when thou shalt lacke,

      Base Phrygian Turke

      Ni. I haue opperations,

      Which be humors of reuenge

      Pist. Wilt thou reuenge?

      Ni. By Welkin, and her Star

      Pist. With wit, or Steele?

      Ni. With both the humors, I:

      I will discusse the humour of this Loue to Ford

      Pist. And I to Page shall eke vnfold

      How Falstaffe (varlet vile)

      His Doue will proue; his gold will hold,

      And his soft couch defile

      Ni. My humour shall not coole: I will incense Ford to deale with poyson: I will possesse him with yallownesse, for the reuolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour

      Pist. Thou art the Mars of Malecontents: I second thee: troope on.

Exeunt

      Scoena Quarta

      Enter Mistris Quickly, Simple, Iohn Rugby, Doctor, Caius, Fenton.

      Qu. What, Iohn Rugby, I pray thee goe to the Casement, and see if you can see my Master, Master Docter Caius comming: if he doe (I' faith) and finde any body in the house; here will be an old abusing of Gods patience, and the Kings English

      Ru. Ile goe watch

      Qu. Goe, and we'll haue a posset for't soone at night, (in faith) at the latter end of a Sea-cole-fire: An honest, willing, kinde fellow, as euer seruant shall come in house withall: and I warrant you, no tel-tale, nor no breedebate: his worst fault is, that he is giuen to prayer; hee is something peeuish that way: but no body but has his fault: but let that passe. Peter Simple, you say your name is? Si. I: for fault of a better

      Qu. And Master Slender's your Master?

      Si. I forsooth

      Qu. Do's he not weare a great round Beard, like a

      Glouers pairing-knife?

      Si. No forsooth: he hath but a little wee-face; with a little yellow Beard: a Caine colourd Beard

      Qu. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

      Si. I forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is betweene this and his head: he hath fought with a Warrener

      Qu. How say you: oh, I should remember him: do's

      he not hold vp his head (as it were?) and strut in his gate?

      Si. Yes indeede do's he

      Qu. Well, heauen send Anne Page, no worse fortune:

      Tell Master Parson Euans, I will doe what I can for your

      Master: Anne is a good girle, and I wish -

      Ru. Out alas: here comes my Master

      Qu. We shall all be shent: Run in here, good young man: goe into this Closset: he will not stay long: what Iohn Rugby? Iohn: what Iohn I say? goe Iohn, goe enquire for my Master, I doubt he be not well, that hee comes not home:

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