ACT I
SCENE III A room in the Garter Inn.


 [Enter FALSTAFF, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL,
 and ROBIN]

FALSTAFF Mine host of the Garter!

Host What says my bully-rook? speak scholarly and wisely.

FALSTAFF Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my
 followers.

Host Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

FALSTAFF I sit at ten pounds a week.

Host Thou'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keisar, and Pheezar. I
 will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall
 tap: said I well, bully Hector?

FALSTAFF Do so, good mine host.

Host I have spoke; let him follow.

 [To BARDOLPH]

 Let me see thee froth and lime: I am at a word; follow.

 [Exit]

FALSTAFF Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade:
 an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered
 serving-man a fresh tapster. Go; adieu.

BARDOLPH It is a life that I have desired: I will thrive.

PISTOL O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

 [Exit BARDOLPH]

NYM He was gotten in drink: is not the humour conceited?

FALSTAFF I am glad I am so acquit of this tinderbox: his
 thefts were too open; his filching was like an
 unskilful singer; he kept not time.

NYM The good humour is to steal at a minute's rest.

PISTOL 'Convey,' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! a fico
 for the phrase!

FALSTAFF Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.

PISTOL Why, then, let kibes ensue.

FALSTAFF There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift.

PISTOL Young ravens must have food.

FALSTAFF Which of you know Ford of this town?

PISTOL I ken the wight: he is of substance good.

FALSTAFF My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.

PISTOL Two yards, and more.

FALSTAFF No quips now, Pistol! Indeed, I am in the waist two
 yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about
 thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's
 wife: I spy entertainment in her; she discourses,
 she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I
 can construe the action of her familiar style; and
 the hardest voice of her behavior, to be Englished
 rightly, is, 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'

PISTOL He hath studied her will, and translated her will,
 out of honesty into English.

NYM The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?

FALSTAFF Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her
 husband's purse: he hath a legion of angels.

PISTOL As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.

NYM The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.

FALSTAFF I have writ me here a letter to her: and here
 another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good
 eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious
 oeillades; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my
 foot, sometimes my portly belly.

PISTOL Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

NYM I thank thee for that humour.

FALSTAFF O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a
 greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did
 seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's
 another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she
 is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will
 be cheater to them both, and they shall be
 exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West
 Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go bear thou
 this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to
 Mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

PISTOL Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
 And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!

NYM I will run no base humour: here, take the
 humour-letter: I will keep the havior of reputation.

FALSTAFF [To ROBIN]  Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;
 Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
 Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
 Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
 Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
 French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.

 [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN]

PISTOL Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
 And high and low beguiles the rich and poor:
 Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
 Base Phrygian Turk!

NYM I have operations which be humours of revenge.

PISTOL Wilt thou revenge?

NYM By welkin and her star!

PISTOL With wit or steel?

NYM With both the humours, I:
 I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.

PISTOL      And I to Ford shall eke unfold
 How Falstaff, varlet vile,
 His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
 And his soft couch defile.

NYM My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to
 deal with poison; I will possess him with
 yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous:
 that is my true humour.

PISTOL Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on.

 [Exeunt]




 THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR


ACT I