liar stile; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am sir John Falstaff's. Pist. He hath study'd her will, and translated her will; out of honesty into English. 369 Nym. The anchor is deep Will that humour pass ? : Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath a legion of angels. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, Say I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels. : Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyeliads sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot,, sometimes my portly belly. Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine. too; 382 Fal. O, she did so course-o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies,, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. 395 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 letter; I will keep the haviour of reputation. Fal. Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. 401 [TO ROBIN. 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, And high and low beguiles the rich and poor: Base Phrygian Turk! Nym. I have operations in my head, which be hu mours of revenge. Pist. Wilt thou revenge? Nym. By welkin, and her star! Pist. With wit, or steel? Nym. With both the humours, i : I will discuss the humour of this love to Ford. Pist. And I to Page shall eke unfold, How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold will hold, 411 420 Num. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Ford to deal with poison: I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that my true humour. is Pist. Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second 1 thee; troop on. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Dr. CAIUS's House. Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and JOHN RUGBY. Quic. 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 God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit RUGBY. 432 Quic. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, 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 tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way but no body but has his fault ;-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ? Sim, Ay, for fault of a better. Quic. And master Slender's your master? 440 Quic. 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-colour'd beard. Quic. 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. 452 Quic. How say you? -oh, I should remember him; Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait? Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. Quic. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish Re-enter RUGBY. Rug Out, alas! here comes my master.` 460 Quic. 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 inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home:—and down, down, a-down-a, &c. [Sings. Enter Doctor CAIUS. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a green-a box. Quic. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. 470 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 vai à la Cour, la grande affaire. Quic. Is it this, Sir? Caius. Ouy; mettez le au mon pocket; Depechez, quickly :—Vere is dat knave Rugby? Quic. What, John Rugby! John! Rug. Here, Sir. 480 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. Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long: -Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublie ? dere is fome simples in my closet, dat I vill 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. 491 [Pulls SIMPLE out of the Closet. Quic. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Quic. The young man is an honest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. |