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The Merry Wives of Windsor The full text of Shakespeare's The Merry Wives of Windsor : Act 3 Scene 5
A Room in the Garter Inn. |
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Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. |
Fal. Bardolph, I say,— |
Bard. Here, sir. |
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. [Exit BARD.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, and to be thrown in the Thames like a barrow of butcher's offal? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the litter; and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor, for the water swells a man, and what a thing should I have been when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy. |
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Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the sack. |
Bard. Here's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. |
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water, for my belly's as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. |
Bard. Come in, woman. |
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Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY. |
Quick. By your leave. I cry you mercy: give your worship good morrow. |
Fal. Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of sack finely. |
Bard. With eggs, sir? |
Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage. [Exit BARDOLPH.]—How now! |
Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford. |
Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown into the ford; I have my belly full of ford. |
Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault: she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection. |
Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise. |
Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a-birding: she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine. I must carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you. |
Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her think what a man is: let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit. |
Quick. I will tell her. |
Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, sayest thou? |
Quick. Eight and nine, sir. |
Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her. |
Quick. Peace be with you, sir. [Exit. |
Fal. I marvel I hear not of Master Brook; he sent me word to stay within. I like his money well. O! here he comes. |
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Enter FORD. |
Ford. Bless you, sir! |
Fal. Now, Master Brook, you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife? |
Ford. That, indeed, Sir John, is my business. |
Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you: I was at her house the hour she appointed me. |
Ford. And how sped you, sir? |
Fal. Very ill-favouredly, Master Brook. |
Ford. How so, sir? did she change her determination? |
Fal. No, Master Brook; but the peaking cornuto her husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love. |
Ford. What! while you were there? |
Fal. While I was there. |
Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find you? |
Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and in her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. |
Ford. A buck-basket! |
Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins; that, Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. |
Ford. And how long lay you there? |
Fal. Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave their master in the door, who asked them once or twice what they had in their basket. I quaked for fear lest the lunatic knave would have searched it; but Fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well; on went he for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, Master Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether; next, to be compassed, like a good bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head; and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their own grease: think of that, a man of my kidney, think of that, that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw: it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that, hissing hot, think of that, Master Brook! |
Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then is desperate; you'll undertake her no more? |
Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a-birding: I have received from her another embassy of meeting; 'twist eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook. |
Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. |
Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appointment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed, and the conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her: adieu. You shall have her, Master Brook; Master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. [Exit. |
Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake! awake, Master Ford! there's a hole made in your best coat, Master Ford. This 'tis to be married: this 'tis to have linen and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper-box; but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame: if I have horns to make me mad, let the proverb go with me; I'll be horn-mad. [Exit. |
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