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  • Title: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Modern, Folio)
  • Editor: Helen Ostovich
  • Markup editor: Maxwell Terpstra
  • Coordinating editor: Janelle Jenstad

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Helen Ostovich
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    The Merry Wives of Windsor (Modern, Folio)

    [3.2]
    Enter Mistress Page [and] Robin [leading her].
    Mistress Page
    Nay, keep 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 ster's heels?
    1275Robin
    I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf.
    Mistress Page
    Oh, you are a flattering boy! Now I see you'll be a courtier.
    Enter Ford.
    Ford
    Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
    1280Mistress Page
    Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
    Ford
    Ay, and as idle as she may hang together for want of company. I think if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
    Mistress Page
    Be sure of that -- two other husbands.
    1285Ford
    Where had you this pretty weathercock?
    Mistress Page
    I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of. What do you call your knight's name, sirrah?
    Robin
    Sir John Falstaff.
    Ford
    Sir John Falstaff!
    1290Mistress Page
    He, he! I can never hit on's name. There is such a league between my goodman and he. Is your wife at home indeed?
    Ford
    Indeed, she is.
    Mistress Page
    By your leave, sir, I am sick till I see her.
    [Exeunt Mistress Page and Robin.]
    Ford
    Has Page any brains? Hath he any eyes? Hath he 1295any thinking? Sure they sleep: he hath no use of them. wWhy, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve score. He pieces out his wife's inclination. He gives her folly motion and aduantage. And now she's going to my wife, and Fal1300staff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind: and Falstaff's boy with her! Good plots they are laid, and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so-see1305ming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Acteon, and to these violent proceedings all my neighbors shall cry aim.
    [The clock strikes the hour.]
    The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search. There I shall find Falstaff. I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked, for 1310it is as possitive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is there. I will go.
    Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius [and Rugby].
    Shallow, Page, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius
    Well met, Master Ford.
    Ford
    Trust me, a good knot. I have good cheer at home, and I pray you all go with me.
    1315Shallow
    I must excuse myself, Master Ford.
    Slender
    And so must I, sir. We have appointed to dine with Mistress Anne, And I would not break with her for more money Than I'll speak of.
    1320Shallow
    We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
    Slender
    I hope I have your good will, Father Page.
    Page
    You have, Master Slender, I stand wholly for you, 1325[To Caius] but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether.
    Caius
    Ay, begar, and de maid is love-a me. My nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush.
    Host
    What say you to young Master Fenton? He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he 1330speaks holiday, he smells April and May. He wil carry't, he will carry't, 'tis in his buttons, he will carry't.
    Page
    Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is of no having. He kept company with the wild prince, and Poins. He is of too high a region; he knows 1335too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance. If he take her, let him take her simply. The wealth I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
    Ford
    I beseech you heartily, some of you go home 1340with me to dinner. Besides your cheer, you shall have sport: I will show you a monster. Master doctor, you shall go. So shall you, Master Page, and you, Sir Hugh.
    Shallow
    Well, fare you well. We shall have the freer wooing at Master Page's.
    1345Caius
    Go home, John Rugby. I come anon.
    [Exit Rugby.]
    Host
    Farewell, my hearts, I will to my honest knight Falstaff and drink canary with him.
    Ford
    [Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him. I'll make him dance. – Will you go, gentles?
    1350Page, Caius, Evans
    Have with you to see this monster.
    Exeunt