The Merry Wives of Windsor
Act 3, Scene 2
Windsor. A street.
- Enter Mistress Page, Robin.
Mistress Page2 - 4
- Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to be a
- follower, but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather
- lead mine eyes, or eye your master’s heels?
Robin5 - 6
- I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than follow
- him like a dwarf.
- O, you are a flattering boy, now I see you’ll be a courtier.
- Enter Ford.
- Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
- Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
Ford11 - 13
- Ay, and as idle as she may hang together, for want of
- company. I think if your husbands were dead, you two would
- Be sure of that—two other husbands.
- Where had you this pretty weathercock?
Mistress Page16 - 17
- I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had
- him of. What do you call your knight’s name, sirrah?
- Sir John Falstaff.
- Sir John Falstaff!
Mistress Page20 - 21
- He, he—I can never hit on ’s name. There is such a league
- between my goodman and he! Is your wife at home indeed?
- Indeed she is.
- By your leave, sir. I am sick till I see her.
- Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin.
Ford25 - 42
- Has Page any brains? Hath he any eyes? Hath he any thinking?
- Sure they sleep, he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will
- carry a letter twenty mile, as easy as a cannon will shoot
- point-blank twelve score. He pieces out his wive’s
- inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage; and
- now she’s going to my wife, and Falstaff’s boy with her. A
- man may hear this show’r sing in the wind. And Falstaff’s
- boy with her! Good plots, they are laid, and our revolted
- wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him, then
- torture my wife, pluck the borrow’d veil of modesty from the
- so-seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure
- and willful Actaeon; and to these violent proceedings all my
- neighbors shall cry aim.
- Clock heard.
- The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me
- search—there I shall find Falstaff. I shall be rather
- prais’d for this than mock’d; for it is as positive as the
- earth is firm that Falstaff is there. I will go.
- Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius, Rugby.
Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius, Rugby44
- Well met, Master Ford.
Ford45 - 46
- Trust me, a good knot. I have good cheer at home, and I pray
- you all go with me.
- I must excuse myself, Master Ford.
Slender48 - 50
- And so must I, sir. We have appointed to dine with Mistress
- Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than
- I’ll speak of.
Shallow51 - 52
- We have linger’d about a match between Anne Page and my
- cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
- I hope I have your good will, father Page.
George54 - 55
- You have, Master Slender, I stand wholly for you; but my
- wife, Master Doctor, is for you altogether.
Caius56 - 57
- Ay, be-gar, and de maid is love-a me. My nursh-a Quickly
- tell me so mush.
Host58 - 61
- What say you to young Master Fenton? He capers, he dances,
- he has eyes of youth; he writes verses, he speaks holiday,
- he smells April and May—he will carry’t, he will
- carry’t—’tis in his buttons—he will carry’t.
George62 - 67
- Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is of no
- having. He kept company with the wild Prince and Poins; he
- is of too high a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not
- knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance.
- If he take her, let him take her simply. The wealth I have
- waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way.
Ford68 - 71
- I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to
- dinner. Besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will
- show you a monster. Master Doctor, you shall go, so shall
- you, Master Page, and you, Sir Hugh.
Shallow72 - 73
- Well, fare you well. We shall have the freer wooing at
- Master Page’s.
- Exeunt Shallow and Slender.
- Go home, John Rugby, I come anon.
- Exit Rugby.
Host77 - 78
- Farewell, my hearts. I will to my honest knight Falstaff,
- and drink canary with him.
Ford80 - 82
- I think I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him; I’ll
- make him dance.—Will you go, gentles?
Page, Evans, and Caius83
- Have with you to see this monster.