The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Mist. Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host,
1270Euans, Caius.
¶Mist. Page. Nay keepe your way (little Gallant) you
¶were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader:
¶whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your ma-
¶sters heeles?
¶then follow him like a dwarfe.
¶of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you
¶two would marry.
1285Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke?
¶M. Pa. I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my
¶league betweene my goodman, and he: is your Wife at
(home indeed?
¶Ford. Has Page any braines? Hath he any eies? Hath he
¶why this boy will carrie a letter twentie mile as easie, as
¶ces out his wiues inclination: he giues her folly motion
¶and aduantage: and now she's going to my wife, & Fal-
¶in the winde; and Falstaffes boy with her: good plots,
¶they are laide, and our reuolted wiues share damnation
¶together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife,
¶wilfull Acteon, and to these violent proceedings all my
¶neighbors shall cry aime. The clocke giues me my Qu,
¶there: I will go.
¶Shal. Page, &c. Well met Mr Ford.
¶home, and I pray you all go with me.
¶We haue appointed to dine with Mistris Anne,
¶And I would not breake with her for more mony
¶Then Ile speake of.
1320Shal. We haue linger'd about a match betweene An
¶Page, and my cozen Slender, and this day wee shall haue
¶our answer.
¶Slen. I hope I haue your good will Father Page.
1325But my wife (Mr Doctor) is for you altogether.
¶he dances, he has eies of youth: he writes verses, hee
¶he will carry't, 'tis in his buttons, he will carry't.
¶man is of no hauing, hee kept companie with the wilde
¶Prince, and Pointz: he is of too high a Region, he knows
1335too much: no, hee shall not knit a knot in his fortunes,
¶and my consent goes not that way.
¶Shal. Well, fare you well:
¶We shall haue the freer woing at Mr Pages.
1345Cai. Go home Iohn Rugby, I come anon.
¶Falstaffe, and drinke Canarie with him.
¶him, Ile make him dance. Will you go, Gentles?
