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| SIR JOHN FALSTAFF | (FALSTAFF:)
| FENTON
| a gentleman
| SHALLOW
| a country justice
| SLENDER
| cousin to Shallow
| FORD &
| PAGE two gentlemen dwelling at Windsor.
| WILLIAM PAGE
| a boy, son to Page
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| a Welsh parson
| DOCTOR CAIUS
| a French physician
| Host of the Garter Inn (Host:)
| BARDOLPH
| PISTOL NYM )
| ) sharpers attending on Falstaff ) ROBIN
| page to Falstaff
| SIMPLE
| servant to Slender
| RUGBY
| servant to Doctor Caius
| MISTRESS FORD:
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| MISTRESS PAGE:
|
| ANNE PAGE
| her daughter
| MISTRESS QUICKLY
| servant to Doctor Caius
| Servants to Page, Ford etc.
| (Servant:) (First Servant:) (Second Servant:) |
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[Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and SIR HUGH EVANS]
| SHALLOW
| Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-
| chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire. SLENDER
| In the county of Gloucester, justice of peace and
| 'Coram.' SHALLOW
| Ay, cousin Slender, and 'Custalourum.
| SLENDER
| Ay, and 'Rato-lorum' too; and a gentleman born,
| master parson; who writes himself 'Armigero,' in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, 'Armigero.' SHALLOW
| Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three
| hundred years. SLENDER
| All his successors gone before him hath done't; and
| all his ancestors that come after him may: they may give the dozen white luces in their coat. SHALLOW
| It is an old coat.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| The dozen white louses do become an old coat well;
| it agrees well, passant; it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. SHALLOW
| The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.
| SLENDER
| I may quarter, coz.
| SHALLOW
| You may, by marrying.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.
| SHALLOW
| Not a whit.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Yes, py'r lady; if he has a quarter of your coat,
| there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but that is all one. If Sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevolence to make atonements and compremises between you. SHALLOW
| The council shall bear it; it is a riot.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is not meet the council hear a riot; there is no
| fear of Got in a riot: the council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments in that. SHALLOW
| Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword
| should end it. SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it:
| and there is also another device in my prain, which peradventure prings goot discretions with it: there is Anne Page, which is daughter to Master Thomas Page, which is pretty virginity. SLENDER
| Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks
| small like a woman. SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as
| you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and gold and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed--Got deliver to a joyful resurrections! --give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between Master Abraham and Mistress Anne Page. SLENDER
| Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny.
| SLENDER
| I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot gifts.
| SHALLOW
| Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there?
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do
| despise one that is false, or as I despise one that is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door for Master Page. [Knocks]
| What, hoa! Got pless your house here!
| PAGE
| [Within] Who's there?
| [Enter PAGE]
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice
| Shallow; and here young Master Slender, that peradventures shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings. PAGE
| I am glad to see your worships well.
| I thank you for my venison, Master Shallow. SHALLOW
| Master Page, I am glad to see you: much good do it
| your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed. How doth good Mistress Page?--and I thank you always with my heart, la! with my heart. PAGE
| Sir, I thank you.
| SHALLOW
| Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.
| PAGE
| I am glad to see you, good Master Slender.
| SLENDER
| How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say he
| was outrun on Cotsall. PAGE
| It could not be judged, sir.
| SLENDER
| You'll not confess, you'll not confess.
| SHALLOW
| That he will not. 'Tis your fault, 'tis your fault;
| 'tis a good dog. PAGE
| A cur, sir.
| SHALLOW
| Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be
| more said? he is good and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here? PAGE
| Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good
| office between you. SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
| SHALLOW
| He hath wronged me, Master Page.
| PAGE
| Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
| SHALLOW
| If it be confessed, it is not redress'd: is not that
| so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed he hath, at a word, he hath, believe me: Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wronged. PAGE
| Here comes Sir John.
| [Enter FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL]
| FALSTAFF
| Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the king?
| SHALLOW
| Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and
| broke open my lodge. FALSTAFF
| But not kissed your keeper's daughter?
| SHALLOW
| Tut, a pin! this shall be answered.
| FALSTAFF
| I will answer it straight; I have done all this.
| That is now answered. SHALLOW
| The council shall know this.
| FALSTAFF
| 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:
| you'll be laughed at. SIR HUGH EVANS
| Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts.
| FALSTAFF
| Good worts! good cabbage. Slender, I broke your
| head: what matter have you against me? SLENDER
| Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you;
| and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. BARDOLPH
| You Banbury cheese!
| SLENDER
| Ay, it is no matter.
| PISTOL
| How now, Mephostophilus!
| SLENDER
| Ay, it is no matter.
| NYM
| Slice, I say! pauca, pauca: slice! that's my humour.
| SLENDER
| Where's Simple, my man? Can you tell, cousin?
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is
| three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that is, Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is myself, fidelicet myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter. PAGE
| We three, to hear it and end it between them.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-
| book; and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with as great discreetly as we can. FALSTAFF
| Pistol!
| PISTOL
| He hears with ears.
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, 'He
| hears with ear'? why, it is affectations. FALSTAFF
| Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse?
| SLENDER
| Ay, by these gloves, did he, or I would I might
| never come in mine own great chamber again else, of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two pence apiece of Yead Miller, by these gloves. FALSTAFF
| Is this true, Pistol?
| SIR HUGH EVANS
| No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
| PISTOL
| Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and Master mine,
| I combat challenge of this latten bilbo. Word of denial in thy labras here! Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest! SLENDER
| By these gloves, then, 'twas he.
| NYM
| Be avised, sir, and pass good humours: I will say
| 'marry trap' with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on me; that is the very note of it. SLENDER
| By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for
| though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. FALSTAFF
| What say you, Scarlet and John?
| BARDOLPH
| Why, sir, for my part I say the gentleman had drunk
| himself out of his five sentences. SIR HUGH EVANS
| It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is!
| BARDOLPH
| And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashiered; and
| so conclusions passed the careires. |