The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare (moboreader .TXT) π
The world will be thy widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it:
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.
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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire:
O change thy thought, that I may change my mind,
Shall hate be fairer lodged than
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FORD. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wifeβs frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily. She was in his company at Pageβs house, and what they made there I know not. Well, I will look further into βt, and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, βtis labour well bestowed. Exit
SCENE 2.
A room in the Garter Inn
Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL
FALSTAFF. I will not lend thee a penny.
PISTOL. I will retort the sum in equipage.
FALSTAFF. Not a penny.
PISTOL. Why, then the worldβs mine oyster. Which I with sword will open.
FALSTAFF. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn. I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had lookβd through the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damnβd in hell for swearing to gentlemen my friends you were good soldiers and tall fellows; and when Mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took βt upon mine honour thou hadst it not.
PISTOL. Didst not thou share? Hadst thou not fifteen pence?
FALSTAFF. Reason, you rogue, reason. Thinkβst thou Iβll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you. Go-a short knife and a throng!-
to your manor of Pickt-hatch; go. Youβll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! You stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of God on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour!
You will not do it, you!
PISTOL. I do relent; what would thou more of man?
Enter ROBIN
ROBIN. Sir, hereβs a woman would speak with you.
FALSTAFF. Let her approach.
Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY
QUICKLY. Give your worship good morrow.
FALSTAFF. Good morrow, good wife.
QUICKLY. Not so, anβt please your worship.
FALSTAFF. Good maid, then.
QUICKLY. Iβll be sworn;
As my mother was, the first hour I was born.
FALSTAFF. I do believe the swearer. What with me?
QUICKLY. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?
FALSTAFF. Two thousand, fair woman; and Iβll vouchsafe thee the hearing.
QUICKLY. There is one Mistress Ford, sir-I pray, come a little nearer this ways. I myself dwell with Master Doctor Caius.
FALSTAFF. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say-QUICKLY. Your worship says very true. I pray your worship come a little nearer this ways.
FALSTAFF. I warrant thee nobody hears-mine own people, mine own people.
QUICKLY. Are they so? God bless them, and make them his servants!
FALSTAFF. Well; Mistress Ford, what of her?
QUICKLY. Why, sir, sheβs a good creature. Lord, Lord, your worshipβs a wanton! Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray.
FALSTAFF. Mistress Ford; come, Mistress Ford-QUICKLY. Marry, this is the short and the long of it: you have brought her into such a canaries as βtis wonderful.
The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly, all musk, and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best and the fairest, that would have won any womanβs heart; and I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her.
I had myself twenty angels given me this morning; but I defy all angels, in any such sort, as they say, but in the way of honesty; and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.
FALSTAFF. But what says she to me? Be brief, my good she-Mercury.
QUICKLY. Marry, she hath receivβd your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you to notify that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.
FALSTAFF. Ten and eleven?
QUICKLY. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you wot of. Master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas, the sweet woman leads an ill life with him! Heβs a very jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart.
FALSTAFF. Ten and eleven. Woman, commend me to her; I will not fail her.
QUICKLY. Why, you say well. But I have another messenger to your worship. Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, sheβs as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one, I tell you, that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoeβer be the other; and she bade me tell your worship that her husband is seldom from home, but she hopes there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man: surely I think you have charms, la! Yes, in truth.
FALSTAFF. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms.
QUICKLY. Blessing on your heart for βt!
FALSTAFF. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Fordβs wife and Pageβs wife acquainted each other how they love me?
QUICKLY. That were a jest indeed! They have not so little grace, I hope-that were a trick indeed! But Mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page of all loves.
Her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page; and truly Master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.
FALSTAFF. Why, I will.
QUICKLY. Nay, but do so then; and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and in any case have a nayword, that you may know one anotherβs mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for βtis not good that children should know any wickedness. Old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.
FALSTAFF. Fare thee well; commend me to them both.
Thereβs my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with this woman. [Exeunt QUICKLY and ROBIN] This news distracts me.
PISTOL. [Aside] This punk is one of Cupidβs carriers; Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights; Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! Exit FALSTAFF. Sayβst thou so, old Jack; go thy ways; Iβll make more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee. Let them say βtis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.
Enter BARDOLPH
BARDOLPH. Sir John, thereβs one Master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a momingβs draught of sack.
FALSTAFF. Brook is his name?
BARDOLPH. Ay, sir.
FALSTAFF. Call him in. [Exit BARDOLPH] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that oβerflows such liquor. Ah, ha! Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, have I encompassβd you? Go to; via!
Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised FORD. Bless you, sir!
FALSTAFF. And you, sir! Would you speak with me?
FORD. I make bold to press with so little preparation upon you.
FALSTAFF. Youβre welcome. Whatβs your will? Give us leave, drawer. Exit BARDOLPH
FORD. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook.
FALSTAFF. Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you.
FORD. Good Sir John, I sue for yours-not to charge you; for I must let you understand I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are; the which hath something emboldβned me to this unseasonβd intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.
FALSTAFF. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.
FORD. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help to bear it, Sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the carriage.
FALSTAFF. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.
FORD. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.
FALSTAFF. Speak, good Master Brook; I shall be glad to be your servant.
FORD. Sir, I hear you are a scholar-I will be brief with you -and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means as desire to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection; but, good Sir John, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own, that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know how easy is it to be such an offender.
FALSTAFF. Very well, sir; proceed.
FORD. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husbandβs name is Ford.
FALSTAFF. Well, sir.
FORD. I have long lovβd her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting observance; engrossβd opportunities to meet her; feeβd every slight occasion that could but niggardly give me sight of her; not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many to know what she would have given; briefly, I have pursuβd her as love hath pursued me; which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have received none, unless experience be a jewel; that I have purchased at an infinite rate, and that hath taught me to say this:
βLove like a shadow flies when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.β
FALSTAFF. Have you receivβd no promise of satisfaction at her hands?
FORD. Never.
FALSTAFF. Have you importunβd her to such a purpose?
FORD. Never.
FALSTAFF. Of what quality was your love, then?
FORD. Like a fair house built on another manβs ground; so that I have lost my edifice by mistaking the place where erected it.
FALSTAFF. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?
FORD. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say that though she appear honest to me, yet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far that there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, Sir John, here is the heart of my purpose: you are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allowβd for your many warlike, courtlike, and learned preparations.
FALSTAFF. O, sir!
FORD. Believe it, for you know it. There is money; spend it, spend
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