The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
¶his words: but they doe no more adhere and keep place
¶together, then the hundred Psalms to the tune of Green-
¶were, to entertaine him with hope, till the wicked fire
¶of lust haue melted him in his owne greace: Did you e-
¶uer heare the like?
¶Mis. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of
615Page and Ford differs: to thy great comfort in this my-
¶stery of ill opinions, heere's the twyn-brother of thy Let-
¶and lye vnder Mount Pelion: Well; I will find you twen-
¶the very words: what doth he thinke of vs?
¶die to wrangle with mine owne honesty: Ile entertaine
¶my selfe like one that I am not acquainted withall: for
¶not my selfe, hee would neuer haue boorded me in this
¶furie.
¶him aboue decke.
635Mi. Page. So will I: if hee come vnder my hatches,
¶Ile neuer to Sea againe: Let's bee reueng'd on him: let's
¶appoint him a meeting: giue him a show of comfort in
¶his Suit, and lead him on with a fine baited delay, till hee
¶food to his iealousie.
¶Mis. Page. Why look where he comes; and my good
645man too: hee's as farre from iealousie, as I am from gi-
¶stance.
¶Mis. Ford. You are the happier woman.
650Knight: Come hither.
¶Sir Iohn affects thy wife.
655Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich & poor,
¶both yong and old, one with another (Ford) he loues the
¶Gally-mawfry (Ford) perpend.
¶Ford. Loue my wife?
¶Pist. With liuer, burning hot: preuent:
660Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he, with
¶Ring-wood at thy heeles: O, odious is the name.
¶Ford. What name Sir?
¶Take heed, haue open eye, for theeues doe foot by night.
¶Away sir Corporall Nim:
¶Ford. I will be patient: I will find out this.
¶Nim. And this is true: I like not the humor of lying:
¶borne the humour'd Letter to her: but I haue a sword:
¶There's the short and the long: My name is Corporall
¶Nim: I speak, and I auouch; 'tis true: my name is Nim:
675and Falstaffe loues your wife: adieu, I loue not the hu-
¶mour of bread and cheese: adieu.
¶Page. The humour of it (quoth 'a?) heere's a fellow
¶frights English out of his wits.
¶Ford. If I doe finde it: well.
¶Priest o'th'Towne commended him for a true man.
685Page. How now Meg?
¶Mist. Page. Whether goe you (George?) harke you.
¶lancholy?
¶Ford. I melancholy? I am not melancholy:
690Get you home: goe.
¶Now: will you goe, Mistris Page?
¶Mis. Page. Haue with you: you'll come to dinner
¶Anne?
¶talke with you.
¶For. You heard what this knaue told me, did you not?
¶Page. Yes, and you heard what the other told me?
705Ford. Doe you thinke there is truth in them?
¶towards our wiues, are a yoake of his discarded men: ve-
¶ry rogues, now they be out of seruice.
710Ford. Were they his men?
¶Page. Marry were they.
¶Ford. I like it neuer the beter for that,
¶Do's he lye at the Garter?
715age toward my wife, I would turne her loose to him;
¶and what hee gets more of her, then sharpe words, let it
¶lye on my head.
¶loath to turne them together: a man may be too confi-
720dent: I would haue nothing lye on my head: I cannot
¶comes: there is eyther liquor in his pate, or mony in his
725Host?
¶Host. How now Bully-Rooke: thou'rt a Gentleman
730with vs? we haue sport in hand.
¶Rooke.
¶Shall. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, betweene Sir
¶Hugh the Welch Priest, and Caius the French Doctor.
Ford. Good
