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Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!
Nym. I will run no base humour ; here, take the humour lētter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. Fal. Hold, sirrah, [To Rob.] bear you these
letters tightly;? 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! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues ; myself, and skirted page.
[Exeunt FALSTAFF and Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thee, for gourd and
fullam holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor : Testero I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk!
Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge.
Pist. Wilt thou revenge?
Nym. With both the humours, I:
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
And his soft couch defile. Nym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense' Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellowness', for the revolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.
Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee; troop on.
8 False dice. 1 Instigate.
9 Sixpence I'll have in pocket.
A Room in Dr. Caius's House.
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 the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch.
[Exit Rugby. Quick. Go'; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night,' 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 ;3 his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish - 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. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring knife ?
Sim. No, forsooth: he hath 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! a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener. Quick. How say you ? -O, I should remember
does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait?
Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.
fortune. Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for
your master ; Anne is a good girl, and I wish
Rug: Out, alas ! here comes my master.
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 enquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well
, that he comes not home : and down, down adown-a, &c.
Enter Doctor Caius.
Caius. Vat is you sing ? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in
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 grande affaires
Quick. Is it this, sir ?
Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, 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.
7 Scolded, reprimanded.
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
closet ? Villainy? larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier. Quick. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Quick. The young man is an honest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in
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.
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.
Quick. This is all, indeed, la ; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.
Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you ? - Rugby, baillez me some paper : Tarry you a little-a while.
[Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy; - But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can : and the very yea and the no is, the French Doctor, my master, — I 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 myself ;
Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.
Quick. Are you avis'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 dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge ; I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make : you may be gone ; it is not good you tarry here.
Exit SIMPLE. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat; - do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? — by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jurterre to measure our weapon :— by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well : we must give folks leave to prate.
Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me ; – By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door: - Follow my heels, Rugby.
[Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her.
Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho?
Quick. Who's there, I trow ? Come near the house, I pray you.
Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou?
Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.
Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne?
Quick. In trut sir, and she is pretty, and