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  • Title: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Modern, Folio)
  • Editor: Helen Ostovich
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  • 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)

    [4.2]
    1900Enter Falstaff [and] Mistress Ford.
    Falstaff
    Miistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance; I see you are obsequious in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth, not only, Mistress Ford, 1905in the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your husband now?
    Mistress Ford
    He's a birding, sweet Sir John.
    Mistress Page
    [Within] What ho, gossip Ford! What ho!
    1910Mistress Ford
    Step into th'chamber, Sir John.
    Enter Mistress Page.
    Mistress Page
    How now, sweetheart, whose at home besides yourself?
    Mistress Ford
    Why, none but mine own people.
    Mistress Page
    Indeed?
    1915Mistress Ford
    No, certainly. [Aside to Mistress Page] Speak louder.
    Mistress Page
    Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here.
    Mistress Ford
    Why?
    Mistress Page
    Why, woman, your husband is in his old lines again. He so takes on yonder with my husband, so 1920rails against all married mankind, so curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever, and so buffets himself on the forehead, crying "Peer out, peer out," that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tameness, civility, and patience to this his distemper he is in 1925now. I am glad the fat knight is not here.
    Mistress Ford
    Why, does he talk of him?
    Mistress Page
    Of none but him, and swears he was carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket; protests to my husband he is now here, and hath drawn 1930him and the rest of their company from their sport to make another experiment of his suspicion. But I am glad the knight is not here. Now he shall see his own foolery.
    Mistress Ford
    How near is he, Mistress Page?
    1935Mistress Page
    Hard by, at street end. He will be here anon.
    Mistress Ford
    I am undone! The knight is here.
    Mistress Page
    Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with him, away with him! Better shame than murder.
    1940Mistress Ford
    Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?
    [Enter Falstaff.]
    Falstaff
    No, I'll come no more i'th'basket. May I not go out ere he come?
    Mistress Page
    Alas, three of Master Ford's brothers watch 1945the door with pistols, that none shall issue out. Otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what make you here?
    Falstaff
    What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney.
    Mistress Ford
    There they always use to discharge their 1950birding-pieces.
    Mistress Page
    Creep into the kiln-hole.
    Falstaff
    Where is it?
    Mistress Ford
    He will seek there, on my word: Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes 1955to them by his note. There is no hiding you in the house.
    Falstaff
    I'll go out then.
    Mistress Ford
    If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John – unless you go out disguised.
    1960Mistress Ford
    How might we disguise him?
    Mistress Page
    Alas the day, I know not. There is no woman's gown big enough for him. Otherwise he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.
    Falstaff
    Good hearts, devise something, any extremity, 1965rather than a mischief.
    Mistress Ford
    My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brainford, has a gown above.
    Mistress Page
    On my word it will serve him\! She's as big as he is, and there's her thrummed hat, and her muffler 1970too. – Run up, Sir John.
    Mistress Ford
    Go, go, sweet Sir John. Mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head.
    Mistress Page
    Quick, quick, we'll come dress you straight. Put on the gown the while.
    [Exit Falstaff.]
    1975Mistress Ford
    I would my husband would meet him in this shape. He cannot abide the old woman of Brainford. He swears she's a witch, forbad her my house, and hath threatened to beat her.
    Mistress Page
    Heaven guide him to thy husband's cud1980gel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards.
    Mistress Ford
    But is my husband coming?
    Mistress Page
    Ay, in good sadness, is he, and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence.
    Mistress Ford
    Wee'll try that, for I'll appoint my men to 1985carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as they did last time.
    Mistress Page
    Nay, but he'll be here presently. Let's go dress him like the witch of Brainford.
    Mistress Ford
    I'll first direct my men what they 1990shall do with the basket. Go up. I'll bring linen for him straight.
    [Exit Mistress Ford.]
    Mistress Page
    Hang him, dishonest varlet! We cannot misuse enough.
    We'll leave a proof by that which we will do.
    1995Wives may be merry, and yet honest too.
    We do not act that often jest and laugh.
    'Tis old, but true: "Still swine eats all the draff."
    [Enter Mistress Ford with her two Servants carrying the basket.]
    Mistress Ford
    Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders. Your master is hard at door. If he bid you 2000set it down, obey him. Quickly, dispatch.
    [Exit Mistress Ford.]
    1 Servant
    Come, come, take it up.
    2 Servant
    Pray heaven it be not full of knight again.
    1 Servant
    I hope not. I had lief as bear so much lead.
    [They lift the basket.]
    Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Evans.
    Ford
    Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any 2005way then to unfool me again? – [To 1 Servant] Set down the basket, villain. [They put down the basket.] – Somebody call my wife. – [To the basket] Youth in a basket! [To the Servants] Oh, you panderly rascals! There's a knot, a gin, a pack, a conspiracy against me. Now shall the devil be shamed. -- What, wife, I say! Come, come forth! Behold what ho2010nest clothes you send forth to bleaching.
    Page
    Why, this passes, Master Ford. You are not to go loose any longer. You must be pinioned.
    Evans
    Why, this is lunatics! This is mad as a mad dog.
    2015Shallow
    Indeed, Master Ford, this 's not well indeed.
    Ford
    So say I too, sir. -- Come hither, Mistress Ford, Mi stress Ford the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband. I suspect without cause, mistress, do I?
    2020Mistress Ford
    Heaven be my witness, you do, if you suspect me in any dishonesty.
    Ford
    Well said, brazen-face, hold it out! -- [He opens the basket and begins to toss out the linens.] Come forth, sirrah.
    Page
    This passes.
    2025Mistress Ford
    Are you not ashamed, let the clothes alone.
    Ford
    I shall find you anon.
    Evans
    'Tis unreasonable! \Will you take up your wife's clothes? Come, away.
    Ford
    To the Servants] Empty the basket, I say.
    2030Mistress Ford
    Why, man, why?
    Ford
    Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket. Why may not he be there again? In my house I am sure he is. My intelligence is true; my jealousy is reasonable. [To the Servants] Pluck 2035me out all the linen.
    Mistress Ford
    If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death.
    Page
    Here's no man.
    Shallow
    By my fidelity this is not well, Master Ford. This 2040wrongs you.
    Evans
    Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart. This is jealousies.
    Ford
    Well, he's not here I seek for.
    Page
    No, nor nowhere else but in your brain.
    2045Ford
    Help to search my house this one time. If I find not what I seek, show no color for my extremity. Let me forever be your table-sport. Let them say of me, "As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's leman." Satisfy me once more. Once more search 2050with me.
    [Mistress Ford calls above, as the Servants replace the linens in the basket and carry it out.]
    Mistress Ford
    What ho, Mistress Page, come you and the old woman down. My husband will come into the chamber.
    Ford
    Old woman? What old woman's that?
    2055Mistress Ford
    Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brainford.
    Ford
    A witch, a \quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men, we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. 2060She works by charms, by spells, by th'figure, and such daubery as this is, beyond our element. We know nothing. – Come down, you witch, you hag you, come downe, I say.
    [He picks up his cudgel.]
    Mistress Ford
    Nay, good sweet husband -- Good gentle2065men, let him not strike the old woman.
    Mistress Page
    [Within] Come, Mother Pratt. Come, give me your hand.
    [Enter Mistress Page and Falstaff disguised as "Mother Pratt."]
    Ford
    I"ll Pratt her! [To "Mother Pratt" beating frenziedly] Out of my door, you witch, you rag, you baggage, you polecat, you runion, 2070out, out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you!
    [Exit Falstaff disguised as "Mother Pratt" running.]
    Mistress Page
    [To Ford] Are you not ashamed? I think you have killed the poor woman.
    Mistress Ford
    Nay he will do it -- 'tis a goodly credit for you.
    2075Ford
    Hang her, witch.
    Evans
    By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch in deed. I like not when a 'oman has a great peard; I spied a great peard under his muffler.
    Ford
    Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you, fol2080low. See but the issue of my jealousy. If I cry out thus upon no trail, never trust me when I open again.
    Page
    [To the other gentlemen] Let's obey his humor a little further. Come, gentlemen.
    [Exeunt Page, Caius, Shallow, Evans, and Ford.]
    Mistress Page
    Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
    2085Mistress Ford
    Nay, by th'mass, that he did not. He beat him most unpitifully, methought.
    Mistress Page
    I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hung o'er the altar. It hath done meritorious service.
    Mistress Ford
    What think you? May we with the war2090rant of womanhood and the witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?
    Mistress Page
    The spirit of wantonness is sure scared out of him. If the devil have him not in fee-simple with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of 2095waste attempt us again.
    Mistress Ford
    Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?
    Mistress Page
    Yes, by all means, if it be but to scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can find 2100in their hearts the poor unvirtuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be the ministers.
    Mistress Ford
    I'll warrant they'll have him publicly shamed, and methinks there would be no period to the 2105jest, should he not be publicly shamed.
    Mistress Page
    Come, to the forge with it, then shape it. I would not have things cool.
    Exeunt