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MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.
ROBIN, Page to Falstaf.
WILLIAM PAGE, a Boy, Son to MRS. FORD.
MRS. PAGE. SIR HUGH EVANS, a Welsh Par. MRS. ANNE PAGE, her Daughter, son.
in love with Fenton. DR. CAIUS, a French Physician. MRS. QUICKLY, Servant to Dr. HOST of the Garter Inn.
SERVANTS to PAGE, FORD, &c. NYM,
ACT I. SCENE I.-Windsor. Before Page's House. Enter JUSTICE SHALLOW, SLENDER, and SIR* Hugh EVANS.
Shal. 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.
Slen. In the county of Glo'ster, justice of peace, and coram. Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum.t
Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself arinigero ; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.
Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time these three hundred years.
Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have done’t; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they may give the dozen white luces in their coat.
Shal. It is an old coat. * A title formerly appropriated to chaplains, 4 Custos rotulorum. VOL. I.
Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.
Eva. 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 compromises between you.
Shal. The Councilt shall hear it; it is a riot. Eva. 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 vizamentsI in that.
Shal. Ha! o'my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it.
Eva. 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 Ann Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity.
Slen. Mistress Anne Page ? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Eva. It is that fery verson for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, 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.
Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?
Eva. 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 [knocks] for master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house here !
Enter PAGE. Page. Who's there?
Eva. 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. Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you; much good do it * By our.
# Advisement. $ Soft.
+ The Court of Star-chamber.
your good heart!
I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd How doth good mistress Page ?-and I love you always with my heart, la; with my heart.
Page. Sir, I thank you.
Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, Sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale.*
Page. It could not be judged, Sir.
Shal. That he will not;tis your fault, 'tis your fault:-"Tis a good dog. Page. A cur, Sir.
Shal. 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. Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me; indeed, he hath ;-at a word, he hath;-believe me;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.
Page. Here comes Sir John.
Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter?
Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd. Fal. I will answer it straight;-I have done all this:-That is now answer'd.
Shal. The Council shall know this.
Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel : you'll be laugh'd at.
Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John, good worts.
Fal. Good worts ! + good cabbage.-Slender, I broke your head: What matter have you against me?
Slen. Marry, Sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching I rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.
Bard. You Banbury cheese! S Slen. Ay, it is no matter. Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ? || Slen, Ay, it is no matter. * Cotswold, in Gloucestershire. † Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind. # Sharpers. | Nothing but paring.
| The name of an ugly spirit