Act 3, Scene 3: A room in FORD'S house

SCENE III. A room in FORD'S house.

    Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE

MISTRESS FORD

    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

    Come, come, come.

MISTRESS FORD

    Here, set it down.

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 ha' 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 back-door,
    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 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!

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 foot would give an excellent motion
    to thy gait in a semi-circled farthingale. I see
    what thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were not, Nature
    thy friend. Come, thou canst not hide it.

MISTRESS FORD

    Believe me, there is no such thing in me.

FALSTAFF

    What made me love thee? let that persuade thee
    there's something extraordinary in thee. Come, I
    cannot cog and say thou art this and that, like a
    many of these lisping hawthorn-buds, that come like
    women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury
    in simple time; I cannot: but I love thee; none
    but thee; and thou deservest it.

MISTRESS FORD

    Do not betray me, sir. I fear you love Mistress Page.

FALSTAFF

    Thou mightst as well say I love to walk by the
    Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the reek
    of a lime-kiln.

MISTRESS FORD

    Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one
    day find it.

FALSTAFF

    Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it.

MISTRESS FORD

    Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not
    be in that mind.

ROBIN

    [Within] Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford! here's
    Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and
    looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.

FALSTAFF

    She shall not see me: I will ensconce me behind the arras.

MISTRESS FORD

    Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling woman.

    FALSTAFF hides himself

    Re-enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN
    What's the matter? how now!

MISTRESS PAGE

    O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed,
    you're overthrown, you're undone for ever!

MISTRESS FORD

    What's the matter, good Mistress Page?

MISTRESS PAGE

    O well-a-day, Mistress Ford! having an honest man
    to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion!

MISTRESS FORD

    What cause of suspicion?

MISTRESS PAGE

    What cause of suspicion! Out pon you! how am I
    mistook in you!

MISTRESS FORD

    Why, alas, what's the matter?

MISTRESS PAGE

    Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all the
    officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleman that
    he says is here now in the house by your consent, to
    take an ill advantage of his assence: you are undone.

MISTRESS FORD

    'Tis not so, I hope.

MISTRESS PAGE

    Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man
    here! but 'tis most certain your husband's coming,
    with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a
    one. I come before to tell you. If you know
    yourself clear, why, I am glad of it; but if you
    have a friend here convey, convey him out. Be not
    amazed; call all your senses to you; defend your
    reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.

MISTRESS FORD

    What shall I do? There is a gentleman my dear
    friend; and I fear not mine own shame so much as his
    peril: I had rather than a thousand pound he were
    out of the house.

MISTRESS PAGE

    For shame! never stand 'you had rather' and 'you
    had rather:' your husband's here at hand, bethink
    you of some conveyance: in the house you cannot
    hide him. O, how have you deceived me! Look, here
    is a basket: if he be of any reasonable stature, he
    may creep in here; and throw foul linen upon him, as
    if it were going to bucking: or--it is whiting-time
    --send him by your two men to Datchet-mead.

MISTRESS FORD

    He's too big to go in there. What shall I do?

FALSTAFF

    [Coming forward] Let me see't, let me see't, O, let
    me see't! I'll in, I'll in. Follow your friend's
    counsel. I'll in.

MISTRESS PAGE

    What, Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight?

FALSTAFF

    I love thee. Help me away. Let me creep in here.
    I'll never--

    Gets into the basket; they cover him with foul linen

MISTRESS PAGE

    Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men,
    Mistress Ford. You dissembling knight!

MISTRESS FORD

    What, John! Robert! John!

    Exit ROBIN

    Re-enter Servants
    Go take up these clothes here quickly. Where's the
    cowl-staff? look, how you drumble! Carry them to
    the laundress in Datchet-meat; quickly, come.

    Enter FORD, PAGE, DOCTOR CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS

FORD

    Pray you, come near: if I suspect without cause,
    why then make sport at me; then let me be your jest;
    I deserve it. How now! whither bear you this?

Servant

    To the laundress, forsooth.

MISTRESS FORD

    Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You
    were best meddle with buck-washing.

FORD

    Buck! I would I could wash myself of the buck!
    Buck, buck, buck! Ay, buck; I warrant you, buck;
    and of the season too, it shall appear.

    Exeunt Servants with the basket
    Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my
    dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my
    chambers; search, seek, find out: I'll warrant
    we'll unkennel the fox. Let me stop this way first.

    Locking the door
    So, now uncape.

PAGE

    Good Master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much.

FORD

    True, Master Page. Up, gentlemen: you shall see
    sport anon: follow me, gentlemen.

    Exit

SIR HUGH EVANS

    This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, 'tis no the fashion of France; it is not
    jealous in France.

PAGE

    Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search.

    Exeunt PAGE, DOCTOR CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS

MISTRESS PAGE

    Is there not a double excellency in this?

MISTRESS FORD

    I know not which pleases me better, that my husband
    is deceived, or Sir John.

MISTRESS PAGE

    What a taking was he in when your husband asked who
    was in the basket!

MISTRESS FORD

    I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so
    throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.

MISTRESS PAGE

    Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same
    strain were in the same distress.

MISTRESS FORD

    I think my husband hath some special suspicion of
    Falstaff's being here; for I never saw him so gross
    in his jealousy till now.

MISTRESS PAGE

    I will lay a plot to try that; and we will yet have
    more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will
    scarce obey this medicine.

MISTRESS FORD

    Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress
    Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the
    water; and give him another hope, to betray him to
    another punishment?

MISTRESS PAGE

    We will do it: let him be sent for to-morrow,
    eight o'clock, to have amends.

    Re-enter FORD, PAGE, DOCTOR CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS

FORD

    I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that
    he could not compass.

MISTRESS PAGE

    [Aside to MISTRESS FORD] Heard you that?

MISTRESS FORD

    You use me well, Master Ford, do you?

FORD

    Ay, I do so.

MISTRESS FORD

    Heaven make you better than your thoughts!

FORD

    Amen!

MISTRESS PAGE

    You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.

FORD

    Ay, ay; I must bear it.

SIR HUGH EVANS

    If there be any pody in the house, and in the
    chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses,
    heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment!

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, nor I too: there is no bodies.

PAGE

    Fie, fie, Master Ford! are you not ashamed? What
    spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I
    would not ha' your distemper in this kind for the
    wealth of Windsor Castle.

FORD

    'Tis my fault, Master Page: I suffer for it.

SIR HUGH EVANS

    You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as
    honest a 'omans as I will desires among five
    thousand, and five hundred too.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.

FORD

    Well, I promised you a dinner. Come, come, walk in
    the Park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter
    make known to you why I have done this. Come,
    wife; come, Mistress Page. I pray you, pardon me;
    pray heartily, pardon me.

PAGE

    Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock
    him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house
    to breakfast: after, we'll a-birding together; I
    have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so?

FORD

    Any thing.

SIR HUGH EVANS

    If there is one, I shall make two in the company.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    If dere be one or two, I shall make-a the turd.

FORD

    Pray you, go, Master Page.

SIR HUGH EVANS

    I pray you now, remembrance tomorrow on the lousy
    knave, mine host.

DOCTOR CAIUS

    Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart!

SIR HUGH EVANS

    A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries!

    Exeunt

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