SCENE II. A street.
Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN
Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to
be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether
had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master’s heels?
Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want
of company. I think, if your husbands were dead,
you two would marry.
I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my
husband had him of. What do you call your knight’s
He, he; I can never hit on’s name. There is such a
league between my good man and he! Is your wife at
Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes? hath he any
thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them.
Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile, as
easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve
score. He pieces out his wife’s inclination; he
gives her folly motion and advantage: and now she’s
going to my wife, and Falstaff’s boy with her. A
man may hear this shower sing in the wind. And
Falstaff’s boy with her! Good plots, they are laid;
and our revolted wives share damnation together.
Well; I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck
the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming
Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and
wilful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all
my neighbours shall cry aim.
Clock heardThe clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me
search: there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be
rather praised for this than mocked; for it is as
positive as the earth is firm that Falstaff is
there: I will go.
Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, SIR HUGH EVANS, DOCTOR CAIUS, and RUGBY
And so must I, sir: we have appointed to dine with
Mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for
more money than I’ll speak of.
We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and
my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he
dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he
speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will
carry’t, he will carry’t; ’tis in his buttons; he
Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is
of no having: he kept company with the wild prince
and Poins; he is of too high a region; he knows too
much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes
with the finger of my substance: if he take her,
let him take her simply; the wealth I have waits on
my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me
to dinner: besides your cheer, you shall have
sport; I will show you a monster. Master doctor,
you shall go; so shall you, Master Page; and you, Sir Hugh.
[Aside] I think I shall drink in pipe wine first
with him; I’ll make him dance. Will you go, gentles?