Enter Host and Simple.
HOST.
What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thick-skin? Speak, breathe,
discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.
SIMPLE.
Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master Slender.
HOST.
There’s his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed and
truckle-bed. ’Tis painted about with the story of the Prodigal, fresh
and new. Go, knock and call. He’ll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto
thee. Knock, I say.
SIMPLE.
There’s an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber. I’ll be so
bold as stay, sir, till she come down. I come to speak with her,
indeed.
HOST.
Ha? A fat woman? The knight may be robbed. I’ll call.—Bully knight!
Bully Sir John! Speak from thy lungs military. Art thou there? It is
thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.
FALSTAFF.
[_Above_.] How now, mine host?
HOST.
Here’s a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman. Let
her descend, bully, let her descend. My chambers are honourable. Fie!
Privacy? Fie!
Enter Falstaff.
FALSTAFF.
There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me, but she’s
gone.
SIMPLE.
Pray you, sir, was’t not the wise woman of Brentford?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell. What would you with her?
SIMPLE.
My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go through
the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a
chain, had the chain or no.
FALSTAFF.
I spake with the old woman about it.
SIMPLE.
And what says she, I pray, sir?
FALSTAFF.
Marry, she says that the very same man that beguiled Master Slender of
his chain cozened him of it.
SIMPLE.
I would I could have spoken with the woman herself. I had other things
to have spoken with her too, from him.
FALSTAFF.
What are they? Let us know.
HOST.
Ay, come. Quick.
SIMPLE.
I may not conceal them, sir.
FALSTAFF.
Conceal them, or thou diest.
SIMPLE.
Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mistress Anne Page, to know if it
were my master’s fortune to have her or no.
FALSTAFF.
’Tis, ’tis his fortune.
SIMPLE.
What sir?
FALSTAFF.
To have her, or no. Go, say the woman told me so.
SIMPLE.
May I be bold to say so, sir?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, sir; like who more bold?
SIMPLE.
I thank your worship; I shall make my master glad with these tidings.
[_Exit Simple._]
HOST
Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was there a wise woman
with thee?
FALSTAFF.
Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than
ever I learned before in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither,
but was paid for my learning.
Enter Bardolph.
BARDOLPH
Out, alas, sir, cozenage, mere cozenage!
HOST.
Where be my horses? Speak well of them, varletto.
BARDOLPH.
Run away, with the cozeners. For so soon as I came beyond Eton, they
threw me off from behind one of them, in a slough of mire, and set
spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.
HOST.
They are gone but to meet the Duke, villain, do not say they be fled.
Germans are honest men.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
EVANS
Where is mine host?
HOST.
What is the matter, sir?
EVANS.
Have a care of your entertainments. There is a friend of mine come to
town tells me there is three cozen-Germans that has cozened all the
hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. I
tell you for good will, look you. You are wise, and full of gibes and
vlouting-stocks, and ’tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare
you well.
[_Exit Evans._]
Enter Doctor Caius.
CAIUS.
Vere is mine host de Jarteer?
HOST.
Here, Master Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.
CAIUS.
I cannot tell vat is dat, but it is tell-a me dat you make grand
preparation for a Duke de Jamany. By my trot, dere is no duke that the
court is know to come. I tell you for good will. Adieu.
[_Exit Doctor Caius._]
HOST
Hue and cry, villain, go!—Assist me, knight, I am undone.—Fly, run, hue
and cry, villain, I am undone!
[_Exeunt Host and Bardolph._]
FALSTAFF.
I would all the world might be cozened, for I have been cozened and
beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the court how I have been
transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled,
they would melt me out of my fat drop by drop, and liquor fishermen’s
boots with me. I warrant they would whip me with their fine wits till I
were as crestfallen as a dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore
myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough, I would
repent.
Enter Mistress Quickly.
Now, whence come you?
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
From the two parties, forsooth.
FALSTAFF.
The devil take one party and his dam the other, and so they shall be
both bestowed. I have suffered more for their sakes, more than the
villainous inconstancy of man’s disposition is able to bear.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant, speciously one of them.
Mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot
see a white spot about her.
FALSTAFF.
What tellst thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the
colours of the rainbow, and was like to be apprehended for the witch of
Brentford. But that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting
the action of an old woman, delivered me, the knave constable had set
me i’ the stocks, i’ the common stocks, for a witch.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber, you shall hear how things
go, and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say
somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! Sure,
one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed.
FALSTAFF.
Come up into my chamber.
[_Exeunt._]