Now, Master Slender: love him, daughter Anne.
Why, how now! what does Master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house:
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos’d of.
No, good Master Fenton.
Come, Master Shallow; come, son Slender, in.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, Master Fenton.
Good Mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
In such a righteous fashion as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
I must advance the colours of my love
And not retire: let me have your good will.
Alas! I had rather be set quick i’ the earth.
And bowl’d to death with turnips.
Come, trouble not yourself. Good Master Fenton,
I will not be your friend, nor enemy;
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Till then, farewell, sir: she must needs go in;
Her father will be angry.
I thank thee; and I pray thee, once tonight
Give my sweet Nan this ring. There’s for thy pains.
Scene V
A room in the Garter Inn
Enter Falstaff from his chamber. | |
Falstaff | Bardolph, I say— |
Enter Bardolph. | |
Bardolph | Here, sir. |
Falstaff | Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in’t. |
Exit Bardolph. | |
Sits. Have I lived to be carried in a basket, and to be thrown in the Thames like a barrow of butcher’s offal? Well, if I be served such another trick, I’ll have my brains ta’en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year’s gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a blind bitch’s puppies, fifteen i’ the litter; and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell I should down. I had been drowned but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor, for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been when had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy. | |
Re-enter Bardolph, with two cups of sack. | |
Bardolph | Here’s Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. He sets cups down. |
Falstaff | Takes one. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly’s as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins. He drains the cup. Call her in. |
Bardolph | Opening the door. Come in, woman. |
Enter Mistress Quickly. | |
Mistress Quickly | Curtsies. By your leave. I cry you mercy. Give your worship good morrow. |
Falstaff | Empties the second cup. Take away these chalices. Go, brew me a pottle of sack finely. |
Bardolph | Takes up the cups. With eggs, sir? |
Falstaff | Simple of itself; I’ll no pullet-sperm in my brewage. |
Exit Bardolph. | |
How now! | |
Mistress Quickly | Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford. |
Falstaff | Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown into the ford; I have my belly full of ford. |
Mistress Quickly | Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault: she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection. |
Falstaff | So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman’s promise. |
Mistress Quickly | Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a-birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine; I must carry her word quickly. She’ll make you amends, I warrant you. |
Falstaff | Well, I will visit her. Tell her so; and bid her think what a man is; let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit. |
Mistress Quickly | I will tell her. |
Falstaff | Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou? |
Mistress Quickly | Eight and nine, sir. |
Falstaff | Well, be gone; I will not miss her. |
Mistress Quickly | Peace be with you, sir. |
Exit Mistress Quickly. | |
Falstaff | I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word to stay within. I like his money well. O! here he comes. |
Enter Ford disguised as Brook. | |
Ford | Bless you, sir! |
Falstaff | Now, Master Brook, you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford’s wife? |