ACT I.
SCENE 1. Windsor. Before PAGE'S house.
(continued)
PAGE.
Here comes Sir John.
[Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL.]
FALSTAFF.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
SHALLOW.
Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer,
and broke open my lodge.
FALSTAFF.
But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter?
SHALLOW.
Tut, a pin! this shall be answered.
FALSTAFF.
I will answer it straight: I have done all this.
That is now answered.
SHALLOW.
The Council shall know this.
FALSTAFF.
'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:
you'll be laughed at.
EVANS.
Pauca verba, Sir John; goot worts.
FALSTAFF.
Good worts! good cabbage! Slender, I broke your
head; what matter have you against me?
SLENDER.
Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you;
and against your cony-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym,
and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me
drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.
BARDOLPH.
You Banbury cheese!
SLENDER.
Ay, it is no matter.
PISTOL.
How now, Mephostophilus!
SLENDER.
Ay, it is no matter.
NYM.
Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; slice! That's my humour.
SLENDER.
Where's Simple, my man? Can you tell, cousin?
EVANS.
Peace, I pray you. Now let us understand. There is
three umpires in this matter, as I understand: that is--
Master Page, fidelicet Master Page; and there is myself,
fidelicet myself; and the three party is, lastly and
finally, mine host of the Garter.
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