The Merry Wives of Windsor The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.] · William Shakespeare
NOTES: SCENE IV
24: _and_] _if._ 26: _who_] _hoe._ 31: _doore_] _the doore._ _Enter Mistresse _Page_, reading of a Letter._ [SC. V.] _Mis. Pa._ Mistresse Page _I_ loue you. Ask me no reason, Because theyr impossible to alledge. Your faire, And _I_ am fat. You loue sack, so do _I_: As _I_ am sure _I_ haue no mind but to loue, So _I_ know you haue no hart but to grant 5 A souldier doth not vse many words where a knowes A letter may serue for a sentence. _I_ loue you, And so _I_ leaue you. _Yours Syr Iohn Falstaffe._ Now Ieshu blesse me, am I methomorphised? 10 I think I knowe not my selfe. Why what a Gods name doth this man see in me, that thus he shootes at my honestie? Well but that I knowe my owne heart, I should scarcely perswade my selfe I were hand. Why what an vnreasonable woolsack is this. He was neuer twice in my companie, and if then I thought I gaue such assurance 15 with my eies, Ide pull them out, they should neuer see more holie daies. Well, I shall trust fat men the worse while I liue for his sake. O God, that I knew how to be reuenged of him. But in good time, heeres mistresse _Foord_. _Enter Mistresse _Foord_._
_Host._ Tell him cauelira Iustice: tell him bully rooke. _Ford._ Mine Host a the garter: _Host._ What ses my bully rooke? _Ford._ A word with you sir. _Ford and the Host talkes._ _Shal._ Harke you sir, Ile tell you what the sport shall be 100 Doctor Cayus and sir _Hu_ are to fight, My merrie Host hath had the measuring Of their weapons, and hath Appointed them contrary places. Harke in your eare: _Host:_ Hast thou no shute against my knight, 105 My guest, my cauellira. _For._ None I protest: But tell him my name Is _Rrooke_, onlie for a Iest. _Host:_ Thy hand bully: thou shalt Haue egres and regres, and thy 110 Name shall be _Brooke:_ Sed I well bully Hector? _Shal._ I tell you what M. _Page_, I beleeue The Doctor is no Iester, heele laie it on: For tho we be Iustices and Doctors, And Church men, yet we are 115 The sonnes of women M. _Page:_ _Pa:_ True maister _Shallow:_ _Shal:_ It will be found so maister _Page:_ _Pa._ Maister _Shallow_, you your selfe Haue bene a great fighter, 120 Though now a man of peace: _Shal:_ M. _{P}age_, I haue seene the day that yong Tall fellowes with their stroke and their passado, I haue made them trudge Maister _Page_, A tis the hart, the hart doth all: I 125 Haue seene the day, with my two hand sword I would a made you foure tall Fencers Scipped like Rattes. _Host._ Here boyes, shall we wag, shall we wag? _Shal._ Ha with you mine host. _Exit Host and Shallow._ _Pa._ Come M. _Ford_, shall we to dinner? I know these fellowes sticks in your minde. _For._ No in good sadnesse, not in mine: Yet for all this Ile try it further, I will not leaue it so: 135 Come M. _{P}age_, shall we to dinner? _Page._ With all my hart sir, {I}le follow you. _Exit omnes._
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