300Enter Falstaffe, Host, Bardolfe, Nym, Pistoll, Page. 301Fal. Mine
Host of the
Garter?
302Ho. What
saies my Bully Rooke?
speake
schollerly,
304Fal. Truely mine
Host; I mu
st turne away
some of my
306Ho. Di
scard, (bully
Hercules) ca
sheere; let them wag;
308Fal. I
sit at ten pounds a weeke.
309Ho. Thou'rt an Emperor (
Cesar,
Keiser and
Pheazar)
310I will entertaine
Bardolfe: he
shall draw; he
shall tap;
said
311I well (bully
Hector?)
312Fa. Doe
so (good mine
Host.
313Ho. I haue
spoke; let him follow; let me
see thee froth,
314and liue
: I am at a word
: follow.
315Fal. Bardolfe, follow him
: a
Tapster is a good trade:
316an old Cloake, makes a new Ierkin: a wither'd Seruing
- 317man, a fre
sh Tap
ster: goe, adew.
318Ba. It is a life that I haue de
sir'd: I will thriue.
319Pist. O ba
se hungarian wight: wilt
yu the
spigot wield.
320Ni. He was gotten in drink: is not the humor cōceited?
321Fal. I am glad I am
so acquit of this Tinderbox: his
322Thefts were too open
: his
filching was like an vn
skilfull
323Singer, he kept not time.
324Ni. The good humor is to
steale at a minutes re
st.
325Pist. Conuay: the wi
se it call: Steale? foh: a
fico for
327Fal. Well
sirs, I am almo
st out at heeles.
328Pist. Why then let Kibes en
sue.
329Fal. There is no remedy: I mu
st conicatch, I mu
st shift.
330Pist. Yong Rauens mu
st haue foode.
331Fal. Which of you know
Ford of this Towne?
332Pist. I ken the wight: he is of
sub
stance good.
333Fal. My hone
st Lads, I will tell you what I am about.
334Pist. Two yards, and more.
335Fal. No quips now
Pistoll: (Indeede I am in the wa
ste
336two yards about: but I am now about no wa
ste: I am a
- 337bout thrift) briefely: I doe meane to make loue to
Fords 338wife: I
spie entertainment in her:
shee di
scour
ses:
shee
339carues
: she giues the leere of inuitation
: I can con
strue
340the a
ction of her familier
stile, & the harde
st voice of her
341behauior (to be engli
sh'd rightly) is,
I am Sir Iohn Falstafs.
342Pist. He hath
studied her will; and tran
slated her will:
343out of hone
sty, into Engli
sh.
344Ni. The Anchor is deepe: will that humor pa
sse?
345Fal. Now, the report goes,
she has all the rule of her
346hu
sbands Pur
se: he hath a legend of Angels.
347Pist. As many diuels entertaine: and to her Boy
say I.
348Ni. The humor ri
ses: it is good: humor me the angels.
349Fal. I haue writ me here a letter to her: & here ano
- 350ther to
Pages wife, who euen now gaue mee good eyes
351too; examind my parts with mo
st iudicious illiads:
some
- 352times the beame of her view, guilded my foote:
some
- 353times my portly belly.
354Pist. Then did the Sun on dung-hill
shine.
355Ni. I thanke thee for that humour.
356Fal. O
she did
so cour
se o're my exteriors with
such
357a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye, did
seeme
358to
scorch me vp like a burning-gla
sse: here's another
359letter to her: She beares the Pur
se too: She is a Region
360in
Guiana: all gold, and bountie: I will be Cheaters to
361them both, and they
shall be Exchequers to mee: they
362shall be my Ea
st and We
st Indies, and I will trade to
363them both: Goe, beare thou this Letter to Mi
stris
Page;
364and thou this to Mi
stris
Ford: we will thriue (Lads) we
366Pist. Shall I Sir
Pandarus of
Troy become,
367And by my
side weare Steele? then Lucifer take all.
368Ni. I will run no ba
se humor: here take the humor-Letter;
369I will keepe the hauior of reputation.
370Fal. Hold Sirha, beare you the
se Letters tightly,
371Saile like my Pinna
sse to the
se golden
shores.
372Rogues, hence, auaunt, vani
sh like haile-
stones; goe,
373Trudge; plod away ith' hoofe:
seeke
shelter, packe
: 374Falstaffe will learne the honor of the age,
375French-thrift, you Rogues, my
selfe, and
skirted
Page.
376Pist. Let Vultures gripe thy guts: for gourd, and
377Fullam holds: & high and low beguiles the rich & poore,
378Te
ster ile haue in pouch when thou
shalt lacke,
380Ni. I haue opperations,
381Which be humors of reuenge.
382Pist. Wilt thou reuenge?
383Ni. By Welkin, and her Star.
384Pist. With wit, or Steele?
385Ni. With both the humors, I
: 386I will di
scu
sse the humour of this Loue to
Ford.
387Pist. And I to
Page shall eke vnfold
388How
Falstaffe (varlet vile)
389His Doue will proue; his gold will hold,
390And his
soft couch de
file.
391Ni. My humour
shall not coole: I will incen
se
Ford 392to deale with poy
son: I will po
sse
sse him with yallow
- 393ne
sse, for the reuolt of mine is dangerous: that is my
395Pist. Thou art the
Mars of
Malecontents: I
second
396thee: troope on.
Exeunt.