Act 2, Scene 1
London. A street.
- [Enter Hostess, Fang and his Boy with her, and Snare following.]
- Mistress Quickly
- 577 Master Fang, have you entered the action?
- Fang
- 578 It is entered.
- Mistress Quickly
- 579 Where 's your yeoman? Is 't a lusty yeoman? will 'a stand to 't?
- Fang
- 580 Sirrah, where 's Snare?
- Mistress Quickly
- 581 O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.
- Snare
- 582 Here, here.
- Fang
- 583 Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.
- Mistress Quickly
- 584 Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all.
- Snare
- 585 It may chance cost some of our lives, for he will stab.
- Mistress Quickly
- 586 Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in mine own house,
- 587 and that most beastly: in good faith, he cares not what
- 588 mischief he does, if his weapon be out: he will foin like any
- 589 devil; he will spare neither man, woman, nor child.
- Fang
- 590 If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.
- Mistress Quickly
- 591 No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.
- Fang
- 592 An I but fist him once; an 'a come but within my vice,—
- Mistress Quickly
- 593 I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he 's an
- 594 infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang, hold him sure:
- 595 good Master Snare, let him not 'scape. A' comes continuantly to
- 596 Pie-corner—saving your manhoods—to buy a saddle; and he is
- 597 indited to dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert Street, to
- 598 Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my exion is
- 599 entered and my case so openly known to the world, let him be
- 600 brought in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long one for a poor
- 601 lone woman to bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne; and
- 602 have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed off, from this
- 603 day to that day, that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no
- 604 honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and
- 605 a beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he comes; and that
- 606 arrant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices,
- 607 do your offices, Master Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me
- 608 your offices.
- [Enter Falstaff, Page, and Bardolph.]
- Sir John Falstaff
- 609 How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?
- Fang
- 610 Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 611 Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the villain's
- 612 head: throw the quean in the channel.
- Mistress Quickly
- 613 Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the channel.
- 614 Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly rogue! Murder, murder! Ah,
- 615 thou honey-suckle villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
- 616 king's?
- 617 Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a honey-seed, a man-queller,
- 618 and a woman-queller.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 619 Keep them off, Bardolph.
- Fang
- 620 A rescue! a rescue!
- Mistress Quickly
- 621 Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't thou?
- 622 thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do, thou hemp-seed!
- Page
- 623 Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian! I'll tickle
- 624 your catastrophe.
- [Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men.]
- Lord Chief Justice
- 625 What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!
- Mistress Quickly
- 626 Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 627 How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
- 628 Doth this become your place, your time and business?
- 629 You should have been well on your way to York.
- 630 Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st thou upon him?
- Mistress Quickly
- 631 O my most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am a
- 632 poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 633 For what sum?
- Mistress Quickly
- 634 It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all, all I have.
- 635 He hath eaten me out of house and home; he hath put all my substance
- 636 into that fat belly of his: but I will have some of it out again,
- 637 or I will ride thee o' nights like the mare.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 638 I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have any
- 639 vantage of ground to get up.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 640 How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good temper would
- 641 endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce
- 642 a poor widow to so rough a course to come by her own?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 643 What is the gross sum that I owe thee?
- Mistress Quickly
- 644 Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the money too.
- 645 Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in
- 646 my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
- 647 Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke thy head for
- 648 liking his father to a singing-man of Windsor, thou didst swear to
- 649 me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my
- 650 lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife Keech, the
- 651 butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? Coming
- 652 in to borrow a mess of vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of
- 653 prawns, whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told
- 654 thee they were ill for green wound? And didst thou not, when she
- 655 was gone down stairs, desire me to be no more so familiarity with
- 656 such poor people; saying that ere long they should call me madam?
- 657 And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee thirty shillings?
- 658 I put thee now to thy book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 659 My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up and down the
- 660 town that her eldest son is like you: she hath been in good case,
- 661 and the truth is, poverty hath distracted her. But for these
- 662 foolish officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 663 Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
- 664 manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It is not a
- 665 confident brow, nor the throng of words that come with such more
- 666 than impudent sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level
- 667 consideration: you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
- 668 easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her serve your uses
- 669 both in purse and in person.
- Mistress Quickly
- 670 Yea, in truth, my lord.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 671 Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and unpay the
- 672 villany you have done her: the one you may do with sterling
- 673 money, and the other with current repentance.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 674 My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply.
- 675 You call honourable boldness impudent sauciness: if a man will make
- 676 courtesy and say nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
- 677 duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say to you, I do desire
- 678 deliverance from these officers, being upon hasty employment in the
- 679 king's affairs.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 680 You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
- 681 in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy the poor woman.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 682 Come hither, hostess.
- [Enter Gower.]
- Lord Chief Justice
- 683 Now, Master Gower, what news?
- Gower
- 684 The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales
- 685 Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 686 As I am a gentleman.
- Mistress Quickly
- 687 Faith, you said so before.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 688 As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.
- Mistress Quickly
- 689 By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain to pawn
- 690 both my plate and the tapestry of my dining-chambers.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 691 Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking: and for thy walls, a pretty
- 692 slight drollery, or the story of the Prodigal, or the German hunting
- 693 in water-work, is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and
- 694 these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou canst.
- 695 Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's not a better wench in
- 696 England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the action. Come, thou must not be
- 697 in this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I know thou wast
- 698 set on to this.
- Mistress Quickly
- 699 Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i' faith,
- 700 I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me, la!
- Sir John Falstaff
- 701 Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a fool still.
- Mistress Quickly
- 702 Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I hope
- 703 you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 704 Will I live?
- [To Bardolph.]
- Sir John Falstaff
- 705 Go, with her, with her;
- 706 hook on, hook on.
- Mistress Quickly
- 707 Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 708 No more words; let 's have her.
- [Exeunt Hostess, Bardolph, Officers, and Boy.]
- Lord Chief Justice
- 709 I have heard better news.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 710 What 's the news, my lord?
- Lord Chief Justice
- 711 Where lay the king last night?
- Gower
- 712 At Basingstoke, my lord.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 713 I hope, my lord, all 's well: what is the news, my lord?
- Lord Chief Justice
- 714 Come all his forces back?
- Gower
- 715 No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
- 716 Are march'd up to my Lord of Lancaster,
- 717 Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 718 Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
- Lord Chief Justice
- 719 You shall have letters of me presently:
- 720 Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 721 My lord!
- Lord Chief Justice
- 722 What's the matter?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 723 Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?
- Gower
- 724 I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you, good Sir John.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 725 Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
- 726 take soldiers up in counties as you go.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 727 Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
- Lord Chief Justice
- 728 What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 729 Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool that
- 730 taught them me. This is the right fencing grace, my lord; tap for
- 731 tap, and so part fair.
- Lord Chief Justice
- 732 Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.
- [Exeunt.]