ACT I.
SCENE 1. Windsor. Before PAGE'S house.
(continued)
EVANS.
Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and Justice
Shallow; and here young Master Slender, that peradventures
shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your
likings.
[Enter PAGE.]
PAGE.
I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for
my venison, Master Shallow.
SHALLOW.
Master Page, I am glad to see you; much good do
it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill
killed. How doth good Mistress Page?--and I thank you
always with my heart, la! with my heart.
PAGE.
Sir, I thank you.
SHALLOW.
Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.
PAGE.
I am glad to see you, good Master Slender.
SLENDER.
How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say
he was outrun on Cotsall.
PAGE.
It could not be judged, sir.
SLENDER.
You'll not confess, you'll not confess.
SHALLOW.
That he will not: 'tis your fault; 'tis your fault.
'Tis a good dog.
PAGE.
A cur, sir.
SHALLOW.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; can there be
more said? he is good, and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here?
PAGE.
Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office
between you.
EVANS.
It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
SHALLOW.
He hath wronged me, Master Page.
PAGE.
Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
SHALLOW.
If it be confessed, it is not redressed: is not that
so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed he hath;--at a
word, he hath,--believe me; Robert Shallow, esquire, saith
he is wronged.
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