| ACT IV SCENE V | A room in the Garter Inn. | |
| | Enter Host and SIMPLE | |
| Host | What wouldst thou have, boor? what: thick-skin? | |
| | speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap. | |
| SIMPLE | Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff | |
| | from Master Slender. | 5 |
| Host | There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his | |
| | standing-bed and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about | |
| | with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new. Go | |
| | knock and call; hell speak like an Anthropophaginian | |
| | unto thee: knock, I say. | 10 |
| SIMPLE | There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his | |
| | chamber: I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she come | |
| | down; I come to speak with her, indeed. | |
| Host | Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed: I'll | |
| | call. Bully knight! bully Sir John! speak from | 15 |
| | thy lungs military: art thou there? it is thine | |
| | host, thine Ephesian, calls. | |
| FALSTAFF | Above | |
| Host | Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of | |
| | thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let her | |
| | descend; my chambers are honourable: fie! privacy? | 20 |
| | fie! | |
| | Enter FALSTAFF | |
| FALSTAFF | There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with | |
| | me; but she's gone. | |
| SIMPLE | Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of | |
| | Brentford? | 25 |
| FALSTAFF | Ay, marry, was it, mussel-shell: what would you with her? | |
| SIMPLE | My master, sir, Master Slender, sent to her, seeing | |
| | her go through the streets, to know, sir, whether | |
| | one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the | |
| | chain or no. | 30 |
| FALSTAFF | I spake with the old woman about it. | |
| SIMPLE | And what says she, I pray, sir? | |
| FALSTAFF | Marry, she says that the very same man that | |
| | beguiled Master Slender of his chain cozened him of | |
| | it. | 35 |
| SIMPLE | I would I could have spoken with the woman herself; | |
| | I had other things to have spoken with her too from | |
| | him. | |
| FALSTAFF | What are they? let us know. | |
| Host | Ay, come; quick. | 40 |
| SIMPLE | I may not conceal them, sir. | |
| Host | Conceal them, or thou diest. | |
| SIMPLE | Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mistress Anne | |
| | Page; to know if it were my master's fortune to | |
| | have her or no. | 45 |
| FALSTAFF | 'Tis, 'tis his fortune. | |
| SIMPLE | What, sir? | |
| FALSTAFF | To have her, or no. Go; say the woman told me so. | |
| SIMPLE | May I be bold to say so, sir? | |
| FALSTAFF | Ay, sir; like who more bold. | 50 |
| SIMPLE | I thank your worship: I shall make my master glad | |
| | with these tidings. | |
| | Exit | |
| Host | Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was | |
| | there a wise woman with thee? | |
| FALSTAFF | Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught | 55 |
| | me more wit than ever I learned before in my life; | |
| | and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for | |
| | my learning. | |
| | Enter BARDOLPH | |
| BARDOLPH | Out, alas, sir! cozenage, mere cozenage! | |
| Host | Where be my horses? speak well of them, varletto. | 60 |
| BARDOLPH | Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came | |
| | beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of | |
| | them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs and away, | |
| | like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses. | |
| Host | They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not | 65 |
| | say they be fled; Germans are honest men. | |
| | Enter SIR HUGH EVANS | |
| SIR HUGH EVANS | Where is mine host? | |
| Host | What is the matter, sir? | |
| SIR HUGH EVANS | Have a care of your entertainments: there is a | |
| | friend of mine come to town tells me there is three | 70 |
| | cozen-germans that has cozened all the hosts of | |
| | Readins, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and | |
| | money. I tell you for good will, look you: you | |
| | are wise and full of gibes and vlouting-stocks, and | |
| | 'tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare you well. | 75 |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter DOCTOR CAIUS | |
| DOCTOR CAIUS | Vere is mine host de Jarteer? | |
| Host | Here, master doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma. | |
| DOCTOR CAIUS | I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a me dat | |
| | you make grand preparation for a duke de Jamany: by | |
| | my trot, dere is no duke dat the court is know to | 80 |
| | come. I tell you for good vill: adieu. | |
| | Exit | |
| Host | Hue and cry, villain, go! Assist me, knight. I am | |
| | undone! Fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I am undone! | |
| | Exeunt Host and BARDOLPH | |
| FALSTAFF | I would all the world might be cozened; for I have | |
| | been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to | 85 |
| | the ear of the court, how I have been transformed | |
| | and how my transformation hath been washed and | |
| | cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat drop by | |
| | drop and liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant | |
| | they would whip me with their fine wits till I were | 90 |
| | as crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never prospered | |
| | since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my | |
| | wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent. | |
| | Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY | |
| | Now, whence come you? | |
| MISTRESS QUICKLY | From the two parties, forsooth. | 95 |
| FALSTAFF | The devil take one party and his dam the other! and | |
| | so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffered more | |
| | for their sakes, more than the villanous inconstancy | |
| | of man's disposition is able to bear. | |
| MISTRESS QUICKLY | And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant; | 100 |
| | speciously one of them; Mistress Ford, good heart, | |
| | is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a | |
| | white spot about her. | |
| FALSTAFF | What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was | |
| | beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; | 105 |
| | and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of | |
| | Brentford: but that my admirable dexterity of wit, | |
| | my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, | |
| | delivered me, the knave constable had set me i' the | |
| | stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch. | 110 |
| MISTRESS QUICKLY | Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber: you | |
| | shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, to your | |
| | content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good | |
| | hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! | |
| | Sure, one of you does not serve heaven well, that | 115 |
| | you are so crossed. | |
| FALSTAFF | Come up into my chamber. | |
| | Exeunt | |