Act 1, Scene 3

A room in the Garter Inn.

  1. [Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN.]
  2. Sir John Falstaff
  3. 246 Mine host of the Garter!
  4. Host of the Garter
  5. 247 What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and wisely.
  6. Sir John Falstaff
  7. 248 Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.
  8. Host of the Garter
  9. 249 Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag; trot, trot.
  10. Sir John Falstaff
  11. 250 I sit at ten pounds a week.
  12. Host of the Garter
  13. 251 Thou'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I will entertain
  14. 252 Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap; said I well, bully Hector?
  15. Sir John Falstaff
  16. 253 Do so, good mine host.
  17. Host of the Garter
  18. 254 I have spoke; let him follow.
  19. [To BARDOLPH]
  20. Host of the Garter
  21. 255 Let me see thee froth and
  22. 256 lime. I am at a word; follow.
  23. [Exit.]
  24. Sir John Falstaff
  25. 257 Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade; an old cloak makes
  26. 258 a new jerkin; a withered serving-man a fresh tapster. Go; adieu.
  27. Bardolph
  28. 259 It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
  29. Pistol
  30. 260 O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot wield?
  31. [Exit BARDOLPH.]
  32. Nym
  33. 261 He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited?
  34. Sir John Falstaff
  35. 262 I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box: his thefts were too open;
  36. 263 his filching was like an unskilful singer—he kept not time.
  37. Nym
  38. 264 The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest.
  39. Pistol
  40. 265 'Convey' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! A fico for the phrase!
  41. Sir John Falstaff
  42. 266 Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
  43. Pistol
  44. 267 Why, then, let kibes ensue.
  45. Sir John Falstaff
  46. 268 There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift.
  47. Pistol
  48. 269 Young ravens must have food.
  49. Sir John Falstaff
  50. 270 Which of you know Ford of this town?
  51. Pistol
  52. 271 I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
  53. Sir John Falstaff
  54. 272 My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
  55. Pistol
  56. 273 Two yards, and more.
  57. Sir John Falstaff
  58. 274 No quips now, Pistol. Indeed, I am in the waist two yards about; but
  59. 275 I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to
  60. 276 make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses,
  61. 277 she carves, she gives the leer of invitation; I can construe the
  62. 278 action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour,
  63. 279 to be Englished rightly, is 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'
  64. Pistol
  65. 280 He hath studied her will, and translated her will out of honesty into
  66. 281 English.
  67. Nym
  68. 282 The anchor is deep; will that humour pass?
  69. Sir John Falstaff
  70. 283 Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband's purse; he
  71. 284 hath a legion of angels.
  72. Pistol
  73. 285 As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.
  74. Nym
  75. 286 The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.
  76. Sir John Falstaff
  77. 287 I have writ me here a letter to her; and here another to Page's wife,
  78. 288 who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my parts with most
  79. 289 judicious oeillades; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot,
  80. 290 sometimes my portly belly.
  81. Pistol
  82. 291 Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
  83. Nym
  84. 292 I thank thee for that humour.
  85. Sir John Falstaff
  86. 293 O! she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention
  87. 294 that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a
  88. 295 burning-glass. Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse
  89. 296 too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be
  90. 297 cheator to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall
  91. 298 be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear
  92. 299 thou this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford.
  93. 300 We will thrive, lads, we will thrive.
  94. Pistol
  95. 301 Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
  96. 302 And by my side wear steel? then Lucifer take all!
  97. Nym
  98. 303 I will run no base humour. Here, take the humour-letter; I will keep
  99. 304 the haviour of reputation.
  100. [To ROBIN]
  101. Sir John Falstaff
  102. 305 Hold, sirrah; bear you these letters tightly;
  103. 306 Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
  104. 307 Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
  105. 308 Trudge, plod away o' hoof; seek shelter, pack!
  106. 309 Falstaff will learn the humour of this age;
  107. 310 French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.
  108. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN.]
  109. Pistol
  110. 311 Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
  111. 312 And high and low beguile the rich and poor;
  112. 313 Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
  113. 314 Base Phrygian Turk!
  114. Nym
  115. 315 I have operations in my head which be humours of revenge.
  116. Pistol
  117. 316 Wilt thou revenge?
  118. Nym
  119. 317 By welkin and her star!
  120. Pistol
  121. 318 With wit or steel?
  122. Nym
  123. 319 With both the humours, I:
  124. 320 I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
  125. Pistol
  126. 321 And I to Ford shall eke unfold
  127. 322 How Falstaff, varlet vile,
  128. 323 His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
  129. 324 And his soft couch defile.
  130. Nym
  131. 325 My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison;
  132. 326 I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is
  133. 327 dangerous: that is my true humour.
  134. Pistol
  135. 328 Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee; troop on.
  136. [Exeunt.]