by your well-willers. I will peat the door for Master Page. [Knocks] What, hoa! Got pless your house here! Page. [Within] Who's there? Enter PAGE. 65 Evans. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice Shallow; and here young Master Slender, that peradventures shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings. Page. I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison, Master Shallow. 71 Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you: much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed. How doth good Mistress Page?—and I thank you always with my heart, la! with my heart. say Page. Sir, I thank you. Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. 75 Page. I am glad to see you, good Master Slender. Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard he was outrun on Cotsall. Page. It could not be judged, sir. Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. 80 your fault, 'tis Capell. 85 70 worships] worship's Rowe. 77 thank] love Farmer conj. MS. 82-84 Slen....dog] Shall. You'll..... Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be more said? he is good and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here? Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. Evans. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. 90 Shal. He hath wronged me, Master Page. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shal. If it be confessed, it is not redressed: is not that so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed he hath; at a word, he hath, believe me: Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wronged. Page. Here comes Sir John. Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL. 96 Fal. Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king? Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. Fal. But not kissed your keeper's daughter? Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answered. 101 Fal. I will answer it straight; I have done all this. That is now answered. 105 Fal. 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel: you'll be laughed at. Evans. Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts. 95 hath, believe me :] hath: beleeue me, 99 king] council (Q1Q2) Warburton. 102 daughter?] F1Q3FqF3. daughter. (Q1Q2) F4 106, 107 council...counsel] Councell... counsell (Q1Q2). Councell...councell F1 Q3 F2. Council...counsell F3. Council...councel F4. 107, 108 you if...you'll] you: if it were 107 known] not known Pope. worts] 'orts Wheatley conj. Fal. Good worts! good cabbage. Slender, I broke your head: what matter have you against me? 111 Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. Bard. You Banbury cheese! Slen. Ay, it is no matter. Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ! Slen. Ay, it is no matter. 115 Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca: slice that's my humour. Slen. Where's cousin? 120 Can you tell, Evans. Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that is, Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is myself, fidelicet myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter. 127 Page. We three, to hear it and end it between them. Evans. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-book; and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with as great discreetly as we can. Fal. Pistol! Pist. He hears with ears. 131 Evans. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, 'He hears with ear'? why, it is affectations. 135 Fal. Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse ? Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I might 114 Pistol.] Pistol; they carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterward picked my pocket. Malone from (Q1Q2). See note (III). 119 Slice,...slice !] Silence,...silence! Collier conj. (doubtfully). 119, 120 pauca, pauca... humour] Evans. Pauca, pauca. 126 three] third Pope. 127 Garter] Q3. Gater Ff. never come in mine own great chamber again else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovelboards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves. Fal. Is this true, Pistol? Evans. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. 141 Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and master mine, I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. Word of denial in thy labras here! Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest ! Slen. By these gloves, then, 'twas he. 145 149 Nym. Be avised, sir, and pass good humours: I will say 'marry trap' with if you run the nuthook's humour on me; that is the very note of it. you, Slen. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? 155 Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Evans. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is! Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashiered; and so conclusions passed the careires. Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in 144-148 Ha,...liest!] As in Pope. Prose in Ff. 146 latten] laten (Q1Q2). Latine Ff Q3. latten bilbo.] latten. Bilbo! Becket conj. 147 thy labras here] my labras hear Johnson conj. 150 avised] advis'd F4 151, 152 the nuthook's humour] the base 161 honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. 166 Evans. So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. Enter ANNE PAGE, with wine; MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE, following. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within. [Exit Anne Page. Slen. O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page. Page. How now, Mistress Ford! Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met by your leave, good mistress. [Kisses her. 175 Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. [Exeunt all except Shal., Slen., and Evans. Slen. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. Enter SIMPLE. 180 How now, Simple! where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles about you, have you? Sim. Book of Riddles! why, did you not lend it to 167 Got udge] got-udge F1. 169 Enter...following.] Enter...follow ing her. Capell. Enter Mistress Anne Page, with Wine. Rowe. om. 171 [Exit A. P.] Theobald. Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Rowe. om. Ff Q3. 175 [Kisses her.] Pope. 178 [Exeunt...] Ex. Fal. Page, &c. Manent Shallow, Evans and Slender. Rowe. om. Ff Q3. 179 SCENE IV. Pope. 180 Enter Simple.] Rowe. om. Ff Q3. |