The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📕
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First published in 1602 by William Shakespeare, The Merry Wives of Windsor features the popular figure Sir John Falstaff, who first appeared in Henry IV, Part 1 and Part 2. Some speculate that Merry Wives was written at the behest of Queen Elizabeth I, who wanted to see Falstaff in love; and that Shakespeare was forced to rush its creation as a result, and so it remains one of Shakespeare’s lesser-regarded plays.
The play revolves around two intertwined plots: the adventures of the rogue Falstaff who plans to seduce several local wives, and the story of young Anne Page who is being wooed by prominent citizens while she has her sights set on young Fenton. The wives come together to teach Falstaff a lesson, and in the end love triumphs.
The Merry Wives of Windsor is believed to have been first performed in 1597 and was subsequently published in quarto in 1602, in a second quarto in 1619, and then in the 1623 First Folio. Despite holding a lesser place in Shakespeare’s canon, it was one of the first Shakespearean plays to be performed in 1660, after the reinstatement of Charles II and theatre once again was permitted to be performed in London.
This Standard Ebooks production is based on Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch and John Dover Wilson’s 1923 Cambridge edition.
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A room in Ford’s house, hung with arras; stairs leading to a gallery; a large open hearth; three doors, one with windows right and left opening into the street.
Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Mistress Ford Calls. What, John! what, Robert! Mistress Page Quickly, quickly:—Is the buck-basket— Mistress Ford I warrant. What, Robin, I say! Enter Servants with a basket. Mistress Page Impatient. Come, come, come. Mistress Ford Here, set it down. They do so. Mistress Page Give your men the charge; we must be brief. Mistress Ford Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew-house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and, without any pause or staggering, take this basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet-Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side. Mistress Page You will do it? Mistress Ford I have told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you are called. Exeunt Servants. Mistress Page Here comes little Robin. Enter Robin. Mistress Ford How now, my eyas-musket! what news with you? Robin My Master Sir John is come in at your backdoor, Mistress Ford, and requests your company. Mistress Page You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us? Robin Ay, I’ll be sworn. My master knows not of your being here, and hath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for he swears he’ll turn me away. Mistress Page Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. I’ll go hide me. Mistress Ford Do so. Go tell thy master I am alone. Exit Robin. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. Mistress Page I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me. Exit Mistress Page, leaving door ajar. Mistress Ford Go to, then; we’ll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery pumpion; we’ll teach him to know turtles from jays. Enter Falstaff. Falstaff “Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel?” Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough: this is the period of my ambition: O this blessed hour! Mistress Ford O, sweet Sir John! They embrace. Falstaff Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish; I would thy husband were dead. I’ll speak it before the best lord, I would make thee my lady. Mistress Ford I your lady, Sir John! Alas, I should be a pitiful lady. Falstaff Let the court of France show me such another. I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond; thou hast the right arched beauty of the brow that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. Mistress Ford A plain kerchief, Sir John; my brows become nothing else; nor that well neither. Falstaff By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so: thou wouldst make an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of thy
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