Act 1, Scene 3
A room in the Garter Inn.
- [Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN.]
- Sir John Falstaff
- 246 Mine host of the Garter!
- Host of the Garter
- 247 What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and wisely.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 248 Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.
- Host of the Garter
- 249 Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag; trot, trot.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 250 I sit at ten pounds a week.
- Host of the Garter
- 251 Thou'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I will entertain
- 252 Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap; said I well, bully Hector?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 253 Do so, good mine host.
- Host of the Garter
- 254 I have spoke; let him follow.
- [To BARDOLPH]
- Host of the Garter
- 255 Let me see thee froth and
- 256 lime. I am at a word; follow.
- [Exit.]
- Sir John Falstaff
- 257 Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade; an old cloak makes
- 258 a new jerkin; a withered serving-man a fresh tapster. Go; adieu.
- Bardolph
- 259 It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
- Pistol
- 260 O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot wield?
- [Exit BARDOLPH.]
- Nym
- 261 He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 262 I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box: his thefts were too open;
- 263 his filching was like an unskilful singer—he kept not time.
- Nym
- 264 The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest.
- Pistol
- 265 'Convey' the wise it call. 'Steal!' foh! A fico for the phrase!
- Sir John Falstaff
- 266 Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
- Pistol
- 267 Why, then, let kibes ensue.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 268 There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must shift.
- Pistol
- 269 Young ravens must have food.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 270 Which of you know Ford of this town?
- Pistol
- 271 I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 272 My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
- Pistol
- 273 Two yards, and more.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 274 No quips now, Pistol. Indeed, I am in the waist two yards about; but
- 275 I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to
- 276 make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses,
- 277 she carves, she gives the leer of invitation; I can construe the
- 278 action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour,
- 279 to be Englished rightly, is 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'
- Pistol
- 280 He hath studied her will, and translated her will out of honesty into
- 281 English.
- Nym
- 282 The anchor is deep; will that humour pass?
- Sir John Falstaff
- 283 Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband's purse; he
- 284 hath a legion of angels.
- Pistol
- 285 As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.
- Nym
- 286 The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 287 I have writ me here a letter to her; and here another to Page's wife,
- 288 who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my parts with most
- 289 judicious oeillades; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot,
- 290 sometimes my portly belly.
- Pistol
- 291 Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
- Nym
- 292 I thank thee for that humour.
- Sir John Falstaff
- 293 O! she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention
- 294 that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a
- 295 burning-glass. Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse
- 296 too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be
- 297 cheator to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall
- 298 be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear
- 299 thou this letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford.
- 300 We will thrive, lads, we will thrive.
- Pistol
- 301 Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
- 302 And by my side wear steel? then Lucifer take all!
- Nym
- 303 I will run no base humour. Here, take the humour-letter; I will keep
- 304 the haviour of reputation.
- [To ROBIN]
- Sir John Falstaff
- 305 Hold, sirrah; bear you these letters tightly;
- 306 Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
- 307 Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
- 308 Trudge, plod away o' hoof; seek shelter, pack!
- 309 Falstaff will learn the humour of this age;
- 310 French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.
- [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN.]
- Pistol
- 311 Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,
- 312 And high and low beguile the rich and poor;
- 313 Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
- 314 Base Phrygian Turk!
- Nym
- 315 I have operations in my head which be humours of revenge.
- Pistol
- 316 Wilt thou revenge?
- Nym
- 317 By welkin and her star!
- Pistol
- 318 With wit or steel?
- Nym
- 319 With both the humours, I:
- 320 I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
- Pistol
- 321 And I to Ford shall eke unfold
- 322 How Falstaff, varlet vile,
- 323 His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
- 324 And his soft couch defile.
- Nym
- 325 My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison;
- 326 I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is
- 327 dangerous: that is my true humour.
- Pistol
- 328 Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee; troop on.
- [Exeunt.]