The Merry Wiues of Windsor.That quaint in greene, she shall be loose
en‑roab'd,
[2180]
With Ribonds‑pendant, flaring 'bout her
head;
And when the Doctor spies his vantage ripe,To pinch her by the hand, and on that token,The maid hath giuen consent to go with him.Host.Which meanes she to deceiue? Father, or Mo
ther.
Fen.
[2185]
Both (my good Host) to go along with me:And heere it rests, that you'l procure the VicarTo stay for me at Church, 'twixt twelue, and
one,
And in the lawfull name of marrying,To giue our hearts vnited ceremony.Host.
[2190]
Well, husband your deuice; Ile to the Vicar,Bring you the Maid, you shall not lacke a Priest.Fen.So shall I euermore be bound to thee;Besides, Ile make a present recompence.Exeunt
Actus Quintus. Scœna Prima.
[Act 5, Scene 1]
Enter Falstoffe,
Quickly, and Ford.
Fal.Pre'thee no more pratling: go, Ile hold, this is
the
third time: I hope good lucke lies in odde numbers:
[2195]
Away, go, they say there is Diuinity in odde Numbers,
either in natiuity, chance, or death: away.
Qui.
Ile prouide you a chaine, and Ile do what I can
to get you
a paire of hornes.
Fall.
Away I say, time weares, hold vp your head &
mince. How
now M
Broome? Master
Broome, the mat
[2200]
ter will be
knowne to night, or neuer. Bee you in the
Parke about
midnight, at Hernes‑Oake, and you shall
see
wonders.
Ford.
Went you not to her yesterday (Sir) as you told
me
you had appointed?
Fal.
[2205]
I went to her (Master
Broome) as you
see, like a
poore‑old‑man, but I came from
her (Master
Broome)
like a
poore‑old‑woman; that same knaue (
Ford hir
hus
band) hath the finest mad diuell of
iealousie in him (Ma
ster
Broome) that euer gouern'd Frensie. I will tell
you,
[2210]
he beate me greeuously, in the shape of a woman: (for
in
the shape of Man (Master
Broome) I feare not Goliah
with a Weauers beame,
because I know also, life is a
Shuttle) I am in
hast, go along with mee, Ile tell you all
(Master
Broome:) since I
pluckt Geese, plaide Trewant,
[2215]
and whipt Top, I knew not
what 'twas to be beaten, till
lately. Follow mee,
Ile tell you strange things of this
knaue
Ford, on whom to night I will be reuenged,
and I
will deliuer his wife into your hand. Follow,
straunge
things in hand (M.
Broome) follow.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda.
[Act 5, Scene 2]
Enter Page, Shallow,
Slender.
Page.
[2220]
Come, come: wee'll couch i'th
Castle‑ditch,
till we see the light of our
Fairies. Remember son
Slen
der
,
my
Slen.
I forsooth, I haue spoke with her, & we haue
a
nay‑word, how to know one another. I come to her
[2225]
in
white, and cry Mum; she cries Budget, and by that
Mum, or
her Budget? The white will decipher her well
enough. It
hath strooke ten a'clocke.
Page.
[2230]
The night is darke, Light and Spirits will be
come it wel: Heauen prosper our sport. No man means
euill
but the deuill, and we shal know him by his hornes.
Lets
away: follow me.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
[Act 5, Scene 3]
Enter Mist.Page,
Mist.Ford, Caius.
Mist.Page.
M
r Doctor, my daughter is in green, when
[2235]
you see
your time, take her by the hand, away with her
to the
Deanerie, and dispatch it quickly: go before into
the
Parke: we two must go together.
Cai.I know vat I haue to do, adieu.Mist.Page.
Fare you well (Sir:) my husband will not
[2240]
reioyce so much at
the abuse of
Falstaffe, as he
will chafe
at the Doctors marrying my daughter: But
'tis no mat
ter; better a little chiding,
then a great deale of heart
breake.
Mist.Ford.
Where is
Nan now? and her troop of
Fai
[2245]
ries? and the Welch‑deuill Herne?
Mist.Page.
They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Hernes
Oake,
with obscur'd Lights; which at the very instant
of
Falstaffes and our
meeting, they will at once display to
the night.
Mist.Ford.
[2250]
That cannot choose but amaze him.Mist.Page.If he be not amaz'd he will be mock'd: If
he
be amaz'd, he will euery way be mock'd.
Mist.Ford.Wee'll betray him finely.Mist.Page.Against such Lewdsters, and their lechery,Those that betray them, do no treachery.Mist.Ford.
[2255]
The houre drawes‑on: to the Oake, to the
Oake.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
[Act 5, Scene 4]
Enter Euans and
Fairies.
Euans.
Trib, trib Fairies: Co
me, and remember your
parts: be pold
(I pray you) follow me into the pit, and
when I giue the
watch‑'ords, do as I pid you: Come,
come,
trib, trib.
Exeunt
Scena Quinta.
[Act 5, Scene 5]
Enter Falstaffe,
Mistris Page, Mistris Ford, Euans,
Anne Page, Fairies, Page, Ford, Quickly,
Slender, Fenton, Caius,
Pistoll.
Fal.
[2260]
The Windsor‑bell hath stroke twelue: the Mi
nute drawesߛon: Now the hot‑bloodied‑Gods
assist me:
Remember Ioue, thou was't a Bull
for thy
Europa, Loue
set on thy
hornes. O powerfull Loue, that in some re
spects makes a Beast a Man: in som other, a Man a
beast.
[2265]
You were also (Iupiter) a Swan, for the loue
of
Leda: O
omnipotent
Scena Quinta.
[Act 5, Scene 5]
Enter Falstaffe,
Mistris Page, Mistris Ford, Euans,
Anne Page, Fairies, Page, Ford, Quickly,
Slender, Fenton, Caius,
Pistoll.
Fal.
[2260]
The Windsor‑bell hath stroke twelue: the Mi
nute drawesߛon: Now the hot‑bloodied‑Gods
assist me:
Remember Ioue, thou was't a Bull
for thy
Europa, Loue
set on thy
hornes. O powerfull Loue, that in some re
spects makes a Beast a Man: in som other, a Man a
beast.
[2265]
You were also (Iupiter) a Swan, for the loue
of
Leda: O
omnipotent Loue, how nere the God drew to the
com
plexion of a Goose: a fault done first in the
forme of a
beast, (O Ioue, a beastly fault:)
and then another fault,
in the semblance of a Fowle,
thinke on't (Ioue) a fowle‑
[2270]
fault. When Gods
haue hot backes, what shall poore
men do? For me, I am
heere a Windsor Stagge, and the
fattest (I thinke)
i'th Forrest. Send me a coole rut‑time
(Ioue) or who can blame me to pisse my Tallow? Who
comes heere? my Doe?
M.Ford.
[2275]
Sir
Iohn? Art thou there (my Deere?)
My male‑Deere?Fal.
My Doe, with the blacke Scut? Let the skie
raine Potatoes:
let it thunder, to the tune of Greene
sleeues,
haile‑kissing Comfits, and snow Eringoes: Let
[2280]
there come a tempest of prouocation, I will shelter
mee
heere.
M.Ford.
Mistris
Page is come with me (sweet
hart.)
Fal.
Diuide me like a brib'd‑Bucke, each a Haunch:
I will keepe my sides to my selfe, my shoulders for the
[2285]
fellow of this walke; and my hornes I bequeath your
husbands. Am I a Woodman, ha? Speake I like
Herne
the Hunter? Why, now is Cupid a
child of conscience,
he makes restitution. As I am a
true spirit, welcome.
M.Page.Alas, what noise?M.Ford.
[2290]
Heauen forgiue our sinnes.Fal.What should this be?M.Ford. M.Page.Away, away.Fal.I thinke the diuell wil not haue me damn'd,Least the oyle that's in me should set hell on
fire;
[2295]
He would neuer else crosse me thus.Enter Fairies.Qui.Fairies blacke, gray, greene, and white,You Moone‑shine reuellers, and shades of night.You Orphan heires of fixed destiny,Attend your office, and your quality.
[2300]
Crier Hob‑goblyn, make the Fairy Oyes.Pist.Elues, list your names: Silence you aiery toyes.Cricket, to Windsor‑chimnies shalt thou leape;Where fires thou find'st vnrak'd,
and hearths vnswept,
There pinch the Maids as blew as Bill‑berry,
[2305]
Our radiant Queene, hates Sluts, and Sluttery.Fal.They are Fairies, he that speaks to them shall die,Ile winke, and couch: No man their workes must eie.Eu.Wher's
Bede? Go you, and where you
find a maid
That ere she sleepe has thrice her prayers said,
[2310]
Raise vp the Organs of her fantasie,Sleepe she as sound as carelesse infancie,But those as sleepe, and thinke not on their sins,Pinch them armes, legs, backes, shoulders, sides, &
shins.
Qu.About, about:
[2315]
Search Windsor Castle (Elues) within, and out.Strew good lucke (Ouphes) on euery sacred roome,That it may stand till the perpetuall doome,In state as wholsome, as in state 'tis
fit,
Worthy the Owner, and the Owner it.
[2320]
The seuerall Chaires of Order, looke you scowreWith iuyce of Balme; and euery precious flowre,Each faire Instalment, Coate, and seu'rall
Crest,
With loyall Blazon, euermore be blest.And Nightly‑meadow7#x2011;Fairies, looke you sing
[2325]
Like to the
Garters‑Compasse, in a
ring
Th'expressure that it beares: Greene let it be,More fertile‑fresh then all the Field to see:And,
Hony Soit Qui
Mal‑y‑Pence
, write
In Emrold‑tuffes, Flowres purple, blew, and
white,
[2330]
Like Saphire‑pearle, and rich embroiderie,Buckled below faire Knight‑hoods bending knee;Fairies vse Flowres for their characterie.Away, disperse: But till 'tis one a clocke,Our Dance of Custome, round about the Oke
[2335]
Of
Herne the Hunter, let vs not forget.
Euan.Pray you lock hand in hand: your selues in order
(set:
And twenty glow‑wormes shall our Lanthornes beeTo guide our Measure round about the Tree.But stay, I smell a man of middle earth.Fal.
[2340]
Heauens defend me from that Welsh Fairy,Least he transforme me to a peece of Cheese.Pist.Vilde worme, thou wast ore‑look'd euen in thy
birth.
Qu.With Triall‑fire touch me his finger end:If he be chaste, the flame will backe descend
[2345]
And turne him to no paine: but if he start,It is the flesh of a corrupted hart.Pist.A triall, come.Eua.Come: will this wood take fire?Fal.Oh, oh, oh.Qui.
[2350]
Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire.About him (Fairies) sing a scornfull rime,And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
The Song.
Fie on sinnefull phantasie: Fie on Lust, and Luxurie:
Lust is but a bloudy fire, kindled with vnchaste
desire,
[2355]
Fed in heart whose flames aspire,As thoughts do blow them higher and higher.Pinch him (Fairies) mutually: Pinch him for his villanie.Pinch him, and burne him, and turne him about,Till Candles, & Star‑light, & Moone‑shine be
out.
Page.
[2360]
Nay do not flye, I thinke we haue watcht you
now:
VVill none but
Herne the Hunter serue your
turne?
M.Page.I pray you come, hold vp the iest no higher.Now (good Sir
Iohn) how like you
Windsor wiues?
[2365]
See you these husband? Do not these faire yoakesBecome the Forrest better then the Towne?Ford.Now Sir, whose a Cuckold now?M
rBroome,
Falstaffes a Knaue, a Cuckoldly knaue,
Heere are his hornes Master
Broome:
[2370]
And Master
Broome, he hath enioyed
nothing of
Fords,
but his
Buck‑basket, his cudgell, and twenty pounds of
money, which must be paid to M
rBroome, his horses are
arrested for it, M
rBroome.
M.Ford.
Sir
Iohn, we haue had ill lucke: wee could
neuer meete: I will neuer take you for my Loue againe,
but I will alwayes count you my Deere.
Fal.I do begin to perceiue that I am made an Asse.Ford.
[2375]
I, and an Oxe too: both the proofes are ex
tant.
Fal.
And these are not Fairies:
I was three or foure times in the thought they were not
Fairies, and yet the guiltinesse of my minde, the sodaine
surprize of my powers, droue the grossenesse of the
fop
[2380]
pery into a receiu'd beleefe, in
despight of the teeth of
all rime and reason, that they
were Fairies. See now
how wit may be made a
Iacke‑a‑Lent, when 'tis vpon ill
imployment.
Euant.
Sir
Iohn Falstaffe, serue Got,
and leaue your
[2385]
desires, and Fairies will not pinse
you.
Ford.
VVell said Fairy
Hugh.
Euans.
And leaue you your iealouzies too, I pray
you.
Ford.
I will neuer mistrust my wife againe, till thou
[2390]
art able to woo her in good English.
Fal.
Haue I laid my braine in the Sun, and dri'de it,
that it wants matter to preuent so grosse
ore‑reaching as
this? Am I ridden with a Welch
Goate too? Shal I haue
a Coxcombe of Frize? Tis time I
were choak'd with a
[2395]
peece of toasted
Cheese.
Eu.
Seese is not good to giue putter; your belly is al
putter.
Fal.
Seese, and Putter? Haue I liu'd to stand at the
taunt of one that makes Fritters of English? This is
e
[2400]
nough to be the decay of lust and
late‑walking through
the Realme.
Mist.Page.
Why Sir
Iohn, do you thinke though wee
would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the
head
and shoulders, and haue giuen our selues without
scru
[2405]
ple to hell, that euer the deuill could haue
made you our
delight?
Ford.What, a hodge‑pudding? A bag of flax?Mist.Page.A puft man?Page.Old, cold, wither'd, and of intollerable
en
trailes?
Ford.
[2410]
And one that is as slanderous as Sathan?Page.And as poore as Iob?Ford.And as wicked as his wife?Euan.
And giuen to Fornications, and to Tauernes,
and Sacke, and
Wine, and Metheglins, and to drinkings
[2415]
and swearings, and
starings? Pribles and prables?
Fal.
Well, I am your Theame: you haue the start of
me, I
am deiected: I am not able to answer the Welch
Flannell, Ignorance it selfe is a plummet ore me, vse me
as you will.
Ford.
[2420]
Marry Sir, wee'l bring you to Windsor to one
M
rBroome, that you haue cozon'd of
money, to whom
you should haue bin a Pander: ouer and
aboue that you
haue suffer'd, I thinke, to
repay that money will be a bi
ting affliction.
Page.
[2425]
Yet be cheerefull Knight: thou shalt eat a pos
set to night at my house, wher I will desire thee to laugh
at my wife, that now laughes at thee: Tell her M
rSlen
der
hath married her
daughter.
Mist.Page.Doctors doubt that;
[2430]
If
Anne Page be my daughter, she is (by
this) Doctour
Caius wife.
Slen.Whoa hoe, hoe, Father
Page.
Page.Sonne? How now? How now Sonne,Haue you dispatch'd?Slen.
Dispatch'd? Ile make the best in Glostershire
[2435]
know on't: would I were hang'd la, else.
Page.
Of what sonne?
Slen.
I came yonder at
Eaton to marry Mistris
Anne
Page
, and she's a
great lubberly boy. If it had not bene
i'th Church,
I would haue swing'd him, or hee should
[2440]
haue
swing'd me. If I did not thinke it had beene
Anne
Page
, would
I might neuer stirre, and 'tis a
Post‑masters
Boy.
Page.Vpon my life then, you tooke the wrong.Slen.
What neede you tell me that? I think so, when
[2445]
I tooke a Boy for a Girle: If I had bene married to him,
(for all he was in womans apparrell) I would not haue
had him.
Page.Why this is your owne folly,Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter,
[2450]
By her garments?Slen.
I went to her in greene, and cried Mum, and
she cride
budget, as
Anne and I had appointed, and
yet
it was not
Anne, but a
Post‑masters boy.
Mist.Page.
Good
George be not angry, I knew of
[2455]
your purpose:
turn'd my daughter into white, and in
deede
she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie, and
there married.
Cai.
Ver is Mistris
Page: by gar I am
cozoned, I ha
married oon Garsoon, a boy; oon pesant, by
gar. A boy,
[2460]
it is not
An Page, by
gar, I am cozened.
M.Page.VVhy? did you take her in white?Cai.I bee gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, Ile raise all
Windsor.
Ford.This is strange: Who hath got the right
Anne?
Page.My heart misgiues me, here comes M
rFenton.
How now Mr
Fenton?
Anne.
[2465]
Pardon good father, good my mother pardonPage.Now Mistris:How chance you went not with M
rSlender?
M.Page.Why went you not with M
r Doctor, maid?
Fen.You do amaze her: heare the truth of it,
[2470]
You would haue married her most shamefully,Where there was no proportion held in loue:The truth is, she and I (long since contracted)Are now so sure that nothing can dissolue vs:Th'offence is holy, that she hath committed,
[2475]
And this deceit looses the name of craft,Of disobedience, or vnduteous title,Since therein she doth euitate and shunA thousand irreligious cursed houresWhich forced marriage would haue brought vpon her.Ford.
[2480]
Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedie:In Loue, the heauens themselues do guide the state,Money buyes Lands, and wiues are sold by fate.Fal.
I am glad, though you haue tane a special stand
to
strike at me, that your Arrow hath glanc'd.
Page.
[2485]
Well, what remedy?
Fenton, heauen giue
thee
ioy, what cannot be eschew'd, must be
embrac'd.
Fal.
When night‑dogges run, all sorts of Deere are
chac'd.
Mist.Page.Well, I will muse no further: M
rFenton,
[2490]
Heauen giue you many, many merry dayes:Good husband, let vs euery one go home,And laugh this sport ore by a Countrie fire,Sir
Iohn and all.
Ford.Let it be so (Sir
Iohn:)
[2495]
To Master
Broome, you yet shall hold
your word,
For he, to night, shall lye with Mistris
Ford:
ExeuntFINIS.
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<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<l n="2306">They are Fairies, he that speaks to them shall die,</l>
<l n="2307">Ile winke, and couch: No man their workes must eie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Eu.</speaker>
<l n="2308">Wher's<hi rend="italic">Bede</hi>? Go you, and where you find a maid</l>
<l n="2309">That ere she sleepe has thrice her prayers said,</l>
<l n="2310">Raise vp the Organs of her fantasie,</l>
<l n="2311">Sleepe she as sound as carelesse infancie,</l>
<l n="2312">But those as sleepe, and thinke not on their sins,</l>
<l n="2313">Pinch them armes, legs, backes, shoulders, sides, & shins.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="2314">About, about:</l>
<l n="2315">Search Windsor Castle (Elues) within, and out.</l>
<l n="2316">Strew good lucke (Ouphes) on euery sacred roome,</l>
<l n="2317">That it may stand till the perpetuall doome,</l>
<l n="2318">In state as wholsome, as in state 'tis fit,</l>
<l n="2319">Worthy the Owner, and the Owner it.</l>
<l n="2320">The seuerall Chaires of Order, looke you scowre</l>
<l n="2321">With iuyce of Balme; and euery precious flowre,</l>
<l n="2322">Each faire Instalment, Coate, and seu'rall Crest,</l>
<l n="2323">With loyall Blazon, euermore be blest.</l>
<l n="2324">And Nightly‑meadow7#x2011;Fairies, looke you sing</l>
<l n="2325">Like to the<hi rend="italic">Garters</hi>‑Compasse, in a ring</l>
<l n="2326">Th'expressure that it beares: Greene let it be,</l>
<l n="2327">More fertile‑fresh then all the Field to see:</l>
<l n="2328">And,<hi rend="italic">Hony Soit Qui Mal‑y‑Pence</hi>, write</l>
<l n="2329">In Emrold‑tuffes, Flowres purple, blew, and white,</l>
<l n="2330">Like Saphire‑pearle, and rich embroiderie,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="2331">Buckled below faire Knight‑hoods bending knee;</l>
<l n="2332">Fairies vse Flowres for their characterie.</l>
<l n="2333">Away, disperse: But till 'tis one a clocke,</l>
<l n="2334">Our Dance of Custome, round about the Oke</l>
<l n="2335">Of<hi rend="italic">Herne</hi>the Hunter, let vs not forget.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Euan.</speaker>
<l n="2336">Pray you lock hand in hand: your selues in order
<lb rend="turnover"/>
<pc rend="turnover">(</pc>set:</l>
<l n="2337">And twenty glow‑wormes shall our Lanthornes bee</l>
<l n="2338">To guide our Measure round about the Tree.</l>
<l n="2339">But stay, I smell a man of middle earth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<l n="2340">Heauens defend me from that Welsh Fairy,</l>
<l n="2341">Least he transforme me to a peece of Cheese.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<l n="2342">Vilde worme, thou wast ore‑look'd euen in thy
<lb/>birth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="2343">With Triall‑fire touch me his finger end:</l>
<l n="2344">If he be chaste, the flame will backe descend</l>
<l n="2345">And turne him to no paine: but if he start,</l>
<l n="2346">It is the flesh of a corrupted hart.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pis">
<speaker rend="italic">Pist.</speaker>
<l n="2347">A triall, come.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Eua.</speaker>
<l n="2348">Come: will this wood take fire?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<l n="2349">Oh, oh, oh.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mqu">
<speaker rend="italic">Qui.</speaker>
<l n="2350">Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire.</l>
<l n="2351">About him (Fairies) sing a scornfull rime,</l>
<l n="2352">And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.</l>
</sp>
<lg>
<head>The Song.</head>
<l rend="italic" n="2353">Fie on sinnefull phantasie: Fie on Lust, and Luxurie:</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2354">Lust is but a bloudy fire, kindled with vnchaste desire,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2355">Fed in heart whose flames aspire,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2356">As thoughts do blow them higher and higher.</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2357">Pinch him (Fairies) mutually: Pinch him for his villanie.</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2358">Pinch him, and burne him, and turne him about,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="2359">Till Candles, & Star‑light, & Moone‑shine be out.</l>
</lg>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="2360">Nay do not flye, I thinke we haue watcht you
<lb n="2361"/>now: VVill none but<hi rend="italic">Herne</hi>the Hunter serue your
<lb n="2362"/>turne?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">M.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2363">I pray you come, hold vp the iest no higher.</l>
<l n="2364">Now (good Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>) how like you<hi rend="italic">Windsor</hi>wiues?</l>
<l n="2365">See you these husband? Do not these faire yoakes</l>
<l n="2366">Become the Forrest better then the Towne?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2367">Now Sir, whose a Cuckold now?</l>
<l n="2368">M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Falstaffes</hi>a Knaue, a Cuckoldly knaue,</l>
<l n="2369">Heere are his hornes Master<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>:</l>
<l n="2370">And Master<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>, he hath enioyed nothing of<hi rend="italic">Fords</hi>,
<lb/>but his Buck‑basket, his cudgell, and twenty pounds of
<lb/>money, which must be paid to M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>, his horses are
<lb/>arrested for it, M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
<speaker rend="italic">M.Ford.</speaker>
<p n="2371">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, we haue had ill lucke: wee could
<lb n="2372"/>neuer meete: I will neuer take you for my Loue againe,
<lb n="2373"/>but I will alwayes count you my Deere.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<l n="2374">I do begin to perceiue that I am made an Asse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2375">I, and an Oxe too: both the proofes are ex
<lb/>tant.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2376">And these are not Fairies:</p>
<p n="2377">I was three or foure times in the thought they were not
<lb n="2378"/>Fairies, and yet the guiltinesse of my minde, the sodaine
<lb n="2379"/>surprize of my powers, droue the grossenesse of the fop
<lb n="2380"/>pery into a receiu'd beleefe, in despight of the teeth of
<lb n="2381"/>all rime and reason, that they were Fairies. See now
<lb n="2382"/>how wit may be made a Iacke‑a‑Lent, when 'tis vpon ill
<lb n="2383"/>imployment.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Euant.</speaker>
<p n="2384">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffe</hi>, serue Got, and leaue your
<lb n="2385"/>desires, and Fairies will not pinse you.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<p n="2386">VVell said Fairy<hi rend="italic">Hugh</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Euans.</speaker>
<p n="2387">And leaue you your iealouzies too, I pray
<lb n="2388"/>you.</p>
</sp>
<pb facs="FFimg:axc0080-0.jpg" n="60"/>
<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<p n="2389">I will neuer mistrust my wife againe, till thou
<lb n="2390"/>art able to woo her in good English.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2391">Haue I laid my braine in the Sun, and dri'de it,
<lb n="2392"/>that it wants matter to preuent so grosse ore‑reaching as
<lb n="2393"/>this? Am I ridden with a Welch Goate too? Shal I haue
<lb n="2394"/>a Coxcombe of Frize? Tis time I were choak'd with a
<lb n="2395"/>peece of toasted Cheese.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Eu.</speaker>
<p n="2396">Seese is not good to giue putter; your belly is al
<lb n="2397"/>putter.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2398">Seese, and Putter? Haue I liu'd to stand at the
<lb n="2399"/>taunt of one that makes Fritters of English? This is e
<lb n="2400"/>nough to be the decay of lust and late‑walking through
<lb n="2401"/>the Realme.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
<p n="2402">Why Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, do you thinke though wee
<lb n="2403"/>would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the head
<lb n="2404"/>and shoulders, and haue giuen our selues without scru
<lb n="2405"/>ple to hell, that euer the deuill could haue made you our
<lb n="2406"/>delight?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2407">What, a hodge‑pudding? A bag of flax?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2408">A puft man?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2409">Old, cold, wither'd, and of intollerable en
<lb/>trailes?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2410">And one that is as slanderous as Sathan?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2411">And as poore as Iob?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2412">And as wicked as his wife?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
<speaker rend="italic">Euan.</speaker>
<p n="2413">And giuen to Fornications, and to Tauernes,
<lb n="2414"/>and Sacke, and Wine, and Metheglins, and to drinkings
<lb n="2415"/>and swearings, and starings? Pribles and prables?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2416">Well, I am your Theame: you haue the start of
<lb n="2417"/>me, I am deiected: I am not able to answer the Welch
<lb n="2418"/>Flannell, Ignorance it selfe is a plummet ore me, vse me
<lb n="2419"/>as you will.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<p n="2420">Marry Sir, wee'l bring you to Windsor to one
<lb n="2421"/>M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>, that you haue cozon'd of money, to whom
<lb n="2422"/>you should haue bin a Pander: ouer and aboue that you
<lb n="2423"/>haue suffer'd, I thinke, to repay that money will be a bi
<lb n="2424"/>ting affliction.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="2425">Yet be cheerefull Knight: thou shalt eat a pos
<lb n="2426"/>set to night at my house, wher I will desire thee to laugh
<lb n="2427"/>at my wife, that now laughes at thee: Tell her M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Slen
<lb n="2428"/>der</hi>hath married her daughter.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2429">Doctors doubt that;</l>
<l n="2430">If<hi rend="italic">Anne Page</hi>be my daughter, she is (by this) Doctour
<lb/>
<hi rend="italic">Caius</hi>wife.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
<speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
<l n="2431">Whoa hoe, hoe, Father<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2432">Sonne? How now? How now Sonne,</l>
<l n="2433">Haue you dispatch'd?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
<speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
<p n="2434">Dispatch'd? Ile make the best in Glostershire
<lb n="2435"/>know on't: would I were hang'd la, else.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="2436">Of what sonne?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
<speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
<p n="2437">I came yonder at<hi rend="italic">Eaton</hi>to marry Mistris<hi rend="italic">Anne
<lb n="2438"/>Page</hi>, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not bene
<lb n="2439"/>i'th Church, I would haue swing'd him, or hee should
<lb n="2440"/>haue swing'd me. If I did not thinke it had beene<hi rend="italic">Anne
<lb n="2441"/>Page</hi>, would I might neuer stirre, and 'tis a Post‑masters
<lb n="2442"/>Boy.</p>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2443">Vpon my life then, you tooke the wrong.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
<speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
<p n="2444">What neede you tell me that? I think so, when
<lb n="2445"/>I tooke a Boy for a Girle: If I had bene married to him,
<lb n="2446"/>(for all he was in womans apparrell) I would not haue
<lb n="2447"/>had him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2448">Why this is your owne folly,</l>
<l n="2449">Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter,</l>
<l n="2450">By her garments?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
<speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
<p n="2451">I went to her in greene, and cried Mum, and
<lb n="2452"/>she cride budget, as<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>and I had appointed, and yet
<lb n="2453"/>it was not<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>, but a Post‑masters boy.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
<p n="2454">Good<hi rend="italic">George</hi>be not angry, I knew of
<lb n="2455"/>your purpose: turn'd my daughter into white, and in
<lb n="2456"/>deede she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie, and
<lb n="2457"/>there married.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-cai">
<speaker rend="italic">Cai.</speaker>
<p n="2458">Ver is Mistris<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>: by gar I am cozoned, I ha
<lb n="2459"/>married oon Garsoon, a boy; oon pesant, by gar. A boy,
<lb n="2460"/>it is not<hi rend="italic">An Page</hi>, by gar, I am cozened.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">M.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2461">VVhy? did you take her in white?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-cai">
<speaker rend="italic">Cai.</speaker>
<l n="2462">I bee gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, Ile raise all
<lb/>Windsor.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2463">This is strange: Who hath got the right<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2464">My heart misgiues me, here comes M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>.
<lb/>How now Mr<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-ann">
<speaker rend="italic">Anne.</speaker>
<l n="2465">Pardon good father, good my mother pardon</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<l n="2466">Now Mistris:</l>
<l n="2467">How chance you went not with M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Slender</hi>?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">M.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2468">Why went you not with M<c rend="superscript">r</c>Doctor, maid?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fen">
<speaker rend="italic">Fen.</speaker>
<l n="2469">You do amaze her: heare the truth of it,</l>
<l n="2470">You would haue married her most shamefully,</l>
<l n="2471">Where there was no proportion held in loue:</l>
<l n="2472">The truth is, she and I (long since contracted)</l>
<l n="2473">Are now so sure that nothing can dissolue vs:</l>
<l n="2474">Th'offence is holy, that she hath committed,</l>
<l n="2475">And this deceit looses the name of craft,</l>
<l n="2476">Of disobedience, or vnduteous title,</l>
<l n="2477">Since therein she doth euitate and shun</l>
<l n="2478">A thousand irreligious cursed houres</l>
<l n="2479">Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2480">Stand not amaz'd, here is no remedie:</l>
<l n="2481">In Loue, the heauens themselues do guide the state,</l>
<l n="2482">Money buyes Lands, and wiues are sold by fate.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2483">I am glad, though you haue tane a special stand
<lb n="2484"/>to strike at me, that your Arrow hath glanc'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
<speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
<p n="2485">Well, what remedy?<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>, heauen giue thee
<lb n="2486"/>ioy, what cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
<speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
<p n="2487">When night‑dogges run, all sorts of Deere are
<lb n="2488"/>chac'd.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
<speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
<l n="2489">Well, I will muse no further: M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
<hi rend="italic">Fenton</hi>,</l>
<l n="2490">Heauen giue you many, many merry dayes:</l>
<l n="2491">Good husband, let vs euery one go home,</l>
<l n="2492">And laugh this sport ore by a Countrie fire,</l>
<l n="2493">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>and all.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-wiv-for">
<speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
<l n="2494">Let it be so (Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>:)</l>
<l n="2495">To Master<hi rend="italic">Broome</hi>, you yet shall hold your word,</l>
<l n="2496">For he, to night, shall lye with Mistris<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>:</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
<trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
</div>
