SCENE: Windsor, and the neighbourhood   The Merry Wives of Windsor    ACT I. SCENE 1.  Windsor. Before PAGE'S house  Enter JUSTICE SHALLOW, SLENDER, and SIR HUGH EVANS    SHALLOW. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star     Chamber matter of it; if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs,     he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.   SLENDER. In the county of Gloucester, Justice of Peace, and     Coram.   SHALLOW. Ay, cousin Slender, and Custalorum.   SLENDER. Ay, and Ratolorum too; and a gentleman born,     Master Parson, who writes himself 'Armigero' in any bill,     warrant, quittance, or obligation-'Armigero.'   SHALLOW. Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three     hundred years.   SLENDER. All his successors, gone before him, hath done't;     and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they may     give the dozen white luces in their coat.   SHALLOW. It is an old coat.   EVANS. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well;     it agrees well, passant; it is a familiar beast to man, and     signifies love.   SHALLOW. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old     coat.   SLENDER. I may quarter, coz.   SHALLOW. You may, by marrying.   EVANS. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.   SHALLOW. Not a whit.   EVANS. Yes, py'r lady! If he has a quarter of your coat, there     is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures;     but that is all one. If Sir John Falstaff have committed     disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be     glad to do my benevolence, to make atonements and     compremises between you.   SHALLOW. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot.   EVANS. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no     fear of Got in a riot; the Council, look you, shall desire     to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your     vizaments in that.   SHALLOW. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword     should end it.   EVANS. It is petter that friends is the sword and end it;     and there is also another device in my prain, which     peradventure prings goot discretions with it. There is Anne     Page, which is daughter to Master George Page, which is     pretty virginity.   SLENDER. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and     speaks small like a woman.   EVANS. It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as you     will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and     gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got     deliver to a joyful resurrections!-give, when she is able to     overtake seventeen years old. It were a goot motion if we     leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage     between Master Abraham and Mistress Anne Page.   SHALLOW. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?   EVANS. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny.   SHALLOW. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good     gifts.   EVANS. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is goot gifts.   SHALLOW. Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff     there?   EVANS. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do     despise one that is false; or as I despise one that is not     true. The knight Sir John is there; and, I beseech you, be     ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door for Master     Page.     [Knocks]  What, hoa! Got pless your house here!   PAGE.  [Within]  Who's there?                              Enter PAGE    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.   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 wish'd your venison better; it was ill     kill'd. 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 judg'd, 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 wrong'd 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 wrong'd me; indeed he hath; at a     word, he hath, believe me; Robert Shallow, esquire, saith     he is wronged.   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, kill'd my deer,     and broke open my lodge.   FALSTAFF. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter.   SHALLOW. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd.   FALSTAFF. I will answer it straight: I have done all this.     That is now answer'd.   SHALLOW. The Council shall know this.   FALSTAFF. 'Twere better for you if it were known in counsel:     you'll be laugh'd 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 pick'd 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.   PAGE. We three to hear it and end it between them.   EVANS. Fery goot. I will make a prief of it in my note-book;     and we will afterwards ork upon the cause with as great     discreetly as we can.   FALSTAFF. Pistol!   PISTOL. He hears with ears.   EVANS. The tevil and his tam! What phrase is this, 'He hears     with ear'? Why, it is affectations.   FALSTAFF. Pistol, did you pick Master Slender's purse?   SLENDER. Ay, by these gloves, did he-or I would I might     never come in mine own great chamber again else!-of     seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward     shovel-boards that cost me two shilling and two pence apiece     of Yead Miller, by these gloves.   FALSTAFF. Is this true, Pistol?   EVANS. No, it is false, if it is a pick-purse.   PISTOL. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! Sir John and master     mine,     I combat challenge of this latten bilbo.     Word of denial in thy labras here!     Word of denial! Froth and scum, thou liest.   SLENDER. By these gloves, then, 'twas he.   NYM. Be avis'd, sir, and pass good humours; I will say     'marry trap' with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on     me; that is the very note of it.   SLENDER. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it; for     though I cannot remember what I did when you made me     drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass.   FALSTAFF. What say you, Scarlet and John?   BARDOLPH. Why, sir, for my part, I say the gentleman had     drunk himself out of his five sentences.   EVANS. It is his five senses; fie, what the ignorance is!   BARDOLPH. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd;     and so conclusions pass'd the careers.   SLENDER. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter;     I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest,     civil, godly company, for this trick. If I be drunk, I'll be     drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with     drunken knaves.   EVANS. So Got udge me, that is a virtuous mind.   FALSTAFF. You hear all these matters deni'd, gentlemen; you     hear it.            Enter MISTRESS ANNE PAGE with wine; MISTRESS                FORD and MISTRESS PAGE, following    PAGE. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within.                                                   Exit ANNE PAGE   SLENDER. O heaven! this is Mistress Anne Page.   PAGE. How now, Mistress Ford!   FALSTAFF. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well     met; by your leave, good mistress.              [Kisses her]   PAGE. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome. Come, we have a     hot venison pasty to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we     shall drink down all unkindness.                       Exeunt all but SHALLOW, SLENDER, and EVANS   SLENDER. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of     Songs and Sonnets here.                            Enter SIMPLE      How, Simple! Where have you been? I must wait on     myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles about you,     have you?   SIMPLE. Book of Riddles! Why, did you not lend it to Alice     Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore     Michaelmas?   SHALLOW. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word     with you, coz; marry, this, coz: there is, as 'twere, a     tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh here. Do     you understand me?   SLENDER. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable; if it be so, I     shall do that that is reason.   SHALLOW. Nay, but understand me.   SLENDER. So I do, sir.   EVANS. Give ear to his motions: Master Slender, I will     description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it.   SLENDER. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says; I pray     you pardon me; he's a justice of peace in his country,     simple though I stand here.   EVANS. But that is not the question. The question is     concerning your marriage.   SHALLOW. Ay, there's the point, sir.   EVANS. Marry is it; the very point of it; to Mistress Anne     Page.   SLENDER. Why, if it be so, I will marry her upon any     reasonable demands.   EVANS. But can you affection the oman? Let us command to     know that of your mouth or of your lips; for divers philosophers     hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. Therefore,     precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid?   SHALLOW. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her?   SLENDER. I hope, sir, I will do as it shall become one that     would do reason.   EVANS. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies! you must speak possitable,     if you can carry her your desires towards her.   SHALLOW. That you must. Will you, upon good dowry,     marry her?   SLENDER. I will do a greater thing than that upon your request,     cousin, in any reason.   SHALLOW. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz; what     I do is to pleasure you, coz. Can you love the maid?   SLENDER. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there     be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease     it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and     have more occasion to know one another. I hope upon     familiarity will grow more contempt. But if you say     'marry her,' I will marry her; that I am freely dissolved,     and dissolutely.   EVANS. It is a fery discretion answer, save the fall is in the     ord 'dissolutely': the ort is, according to our meaning,     'resolutely'; his meaning is good.   SHALLOW. Ay, I think my cousin meant well.   SLENDER. Ay, or else I would I might be hang'd, la!                         Re-enter ANNE PAGE    SHALLOW. Here comes fair Mistress Anne. Would I were     young for your sake, Mistress Anne!   ANNE. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your     worships' company.   SHALLOW. I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne!   EVANS. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace.                                         Exeunt SHALLOW and EVANS   ANNE. Will't please your worship to come in, sir?   SLENDER. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very     well.   ANNE. The dinner attends you, sir.   SLENDER. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. Go,     sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon my cousin   Shallow.  [Exit SIMPLE]  A justice of peace sometime may     be beholding to his friend for a man. I keep but three men     and a boy yet, till my mother be dead. But what though?     Yet I live like a poor gentleman born.   ANNE. I may not go in without your worship; they will not     sit till you come.   SLENDER. I' faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as     though I did.   ANNE. I pray you, sir, walk in.   SLENDER. I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruis'd my     shin th' other day with playing at sword and dagger with     a master of fence-three veneys for a dish of stew'd prunes     -and, I with my ward defending my head, he hot my shin,     and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat     since. Why do your dogs bark so? Be there bears i' th'     town?   ANNE. I think there are, sir; I heard them talk'd of.   SLENDER. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at     it as any man in England. You are afraid, if you see the     bear loose, are you not?   ANNE. Ay, indeed, sir.   SLENDER. That's meat and drink to me now. I have seen     Sackerson loose twenty times, and have taken him by the     chain; but I warrant you, the women have so cried and     shriek'd at it that it pass'd; but women, indeed, cannot     abide 'em; they are very ill-favour'd rough things.                           Re-enter PAGE    PAGE. Come, gentle Master Slender, come; we stay for you.   SLENDER. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir.   PAGE. By cock and pie, you shall not choose, sir! Come,     come.   SLENDER. Nay, pray you lead the way.   PAGE. Come on, sir.   SLENDER. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first.   ANNE. Not I, sir; pray you keep on.   SLENDER. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la! I will not do     you that wrong.   ANNE. I pray you, sir.   SLENDER. I'll rather be unmannerly than troublesome. You     do yourself wrong indeed, la!                         Exeunt     SCENE 2.  Before PAGE'S house  Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE    EVANS. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' house which     is the way; and there dwells one Mistress Quickly, which     is in the manner of his nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook,     or his laundry, his washer, and his wringer.   SIMPLE. Well, sir.   EVANS. Nay, it is petter yet. Give her this letter; for it is a     oman that altogether's acquaintance with Mistress Anne     Page; and the letter is to desire and require her to solicit     your master's desires to Mistress Anne Page. I pray you     be gone. I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins     and cheese to come.                                   Exeunt     SCENE 3.  The Garter Inn  Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN    FALSTAFF. Mine host of the Garter!   HOST. What says my bully rook? Speak scholarly and     wisely.   FALSTAFF. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my     followers.   HOST. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier; let them wag; trot,     trot.   FALSTAFF. I sit at ten pounds a week.   HOST. Thou'rt an emperor-Caesar, Keiser, and Pheazar. I     will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap; said I     well, bully Hector?   FALSTAFF. Do so, good mine host.   HOST. I have spoke; let him follow.  [To BARDOLPH]  Let me     see thee froth and lime. I am at a word; follow.   Exit HOST   FALSTAFF. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good trade;     an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a wither'd serving-man a     fresh tapster. Go; adieu.   BARDOLPH. It is a life that I have desir'd; I will thrive.   PISTOL. O base Hungarian wight! Wilt thou the spigot     wield?                                         Exit BARDOLPH   NYM. He was gotten in drink. Is not the humour conceited?   FALSTAFF. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box: his     thefts were too open; his filching was like an unskilful     singer-he kept not time.   NYM. The good humour is to steal at a minute's rest.   PISTOL. 'Convey' the wise it call. 'Steal' foh! A fico for the     phrase!   FALSTAFF. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.   PISTOL. Why, then, let kibes ensue.   FALSTAFF. There is no remedy; I must cony-catch; I must     shift.   PISTOL. Young ravens must have food.   FALSTAFF. Which of you know Ford of this town?   PISTOL. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.   FALSTAFF. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.   PISTOL. Two yards, and more.   FALSTAFF. No quips now, Pistol. Indeed, I am in the waist     two yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about     thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I     spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carves, she     gives the leer of invitation; I can construe the action of her     familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be     English'd rightly, is 'I am Sir John Falstaff's.'     PISTOL. He hath studied her well, and translated her will out     of honesty into English.   NYM. The anchor is deep; will that humour pass?   FALSTAFF. Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her     husband's purse; he hath a legion of angels.   PISTOL. As many devils entertain; and 'To her, boy,' say I.   NYM. The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.   FALSTAFF. I have writ me here a letter to her; and here     another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good eyes     too, examin'd my parts with most judicious oeillades;     sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my     portly belly.   PISTOL. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.   NYM. I thank thee for that humour.   FALSTAFF. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such     a greedy intention that the appetite of her eye did seem to     scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's another letter to     her. She bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all     gold and bounty. I will be cheaters to them both, and they     shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West     Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this     letter to Mistress Page; and thou this to Mistress Ford. We     will thrive, lads, we will thrive.   PISTOL. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,     And by my side wear steel? Then Lucifer take all!   NYM. I will run no base humour. Here, take the     humour-letter; I will keep the haviour of reputation.   FALSTAFF.  [To ROBIN]  Hold, sirrah; bear you these letters     tightly;     Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.     Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;     Trudge, plod away i' th' hoof; seek shelter, pack!     Falstaff will learn the humour of the age;     French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.                                        Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN   PISTOL. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam     holds,     And high and low beguiles the rich and poor;     Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,     Base Phrygian Turk!   NYM. I have operations in my head which be humours of     revenge.   PISTOL. Wilt thou revenge?   NYM. By welkin and her star!   PISTOL. With wit or steel?   NYM. With both the humours, I.     I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.   PISTOL. And I to Ford shall eke unfold     How Falstaff, varlet vile,     His dove will prove, his gold will hold,     And his soft couch defile.   NYM. My humour shall not cool; I will incense Page to deal     with poison; I will possess him with yellowness; for the     revolt of mine is dangerous. That is my true humour.   PISTOL. Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee;     troop on.                                             Exeunt     SCENE 4.  DOCTOR CAIUS'S house  Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY    QUICKLY. What, John Rugby! I pray thee go to the casement     and see if you can see my master, Master Doctor     Caius, coming. If he do, i' faith, and find anybody in the     house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience and     the King's English.   RUGBY. I'll go watch.   QUICKLY. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in     faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.  [Exit RUGBY]  An     honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in     house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale nor no     breed-bate; his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is     something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault;     but let that pass. Peter Simple you say your name is?   SIMPLE. Ay, for fault of a better.   QUICKLY. And Master Slender's your master?   SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth.   QUICKLY. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a     glover's paring-knife?   SIMPLE. No, forsooth; he hath but a little whey face, with a     little yellow beard, a Cain-colour'd beard.   QUICKLY. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?   SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his hands as     any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a     warrener.   QUICKLY. How say you? O, I should remember him. Does     he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?   SIMPLE. Yes, indeed, does he.   QUICKLY. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune!     Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your     master. Anne is a good girl, and I wish-                           Re-enter RUGBY    RUGBY. Out, alas! here comes my master.   QUICKLY. We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young     man; go into this closet.  [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet]  He     will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John! what, John,     I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be     not well that he comes not home.  [Singing]     And down, down, adown-a, etc.                         Enter DOCTOR CAIUS    CAIUS. Vat is you sing? I do not like des toys. Pray you, go     and vetch me in my closet un boitier vert-a box, a green-a     box. Do intend vat I speak? A green-a box.   QUICKLY. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you.  [Aside]  I am glad     he went not in himself; if he had found the young man,     he would have been horn-mad.   CAIUS. Fe, fe, fe fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais a     la cour-la grande affaire.   QUICKLY. Is it this, sir?   CAIUS. Oui; mette le au mon pocket: depeche, quickly. Vere     is dat knave, Rugby?   QUICKLY. What, John Rugby? John!   RUGBY. Here, sir.   CAIUS. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby.     Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the     court.   RUGBY. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.     CAIUS. By my trot, I tarry too long. Od's me! Qu'ai j'oublie?     Dere is some simples in my closet dat I vill not for the     varld I shall leave behind.   QUICKLY. Ay me, he'll find the young man there, and be     mad!   CAIUS. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? Villainy! larron!     [Pulling SIMPLE out]  Rugby, my rapier!   QUICKLY. Good master, be content.   CAIUS. Wherefore shall I be content-a?   QUICKLY. The young man is an honest man.   CAIUS. What shall de honest man do in my closet? Dere is     no honest man dat shall come in my closet.   QUICKLY. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic; hear the     truth of it. He came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh.   CAIUS. Vell?   SIMPLE. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-   QUICKLY. Peace, I pray you.   CAIUS. Peace-a your tongue. Speak-a your tale.   SIMPLE. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to     speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my master,     in the way of marriage.   QUICKLY. This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my finger     in the fire, and need not.   CAIUS. Sir Hugh send-a you? Rugby, baillez me some paper.     Tarry you a little-a-while.                        [Writes]   QUICKLY.  [Aside to SIMPLE]  I am glad he is so quiet; if he     had been throughly moved, you should have heard him     so loud and so melancholy. But notwithstanding, man, I'll     do you your master what good I can; and the very yea and     the no is, the French doctor, my master-I may call him     my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash,     wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the     beds, and do all myself-   SIMPLE.  [Aside to QUICKLY]  'Tis a great charge to come     under one body's hand.   QUICKLY.  [Aside to SIMPLE]  Are you avis'd o' that? You     shall find it a great charge; and to be up early and down     late; but notwithstanding-to tell you in your ear, I would     have no words of it-my master himself is in love with     Mistress Anne Page; but notwithstanding that, I know     Anne's mind-that's neither here nor there.   CAIUS. You jack'nape; give-a this letter to Sir Hugh; by gar,     it is a shallenge; I will cut his troat in de park; and I will     teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make. You     may be gone; it is not good you tarry here. By gar, I will     cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone     to throw at his dog.                             Exit SIMPLE   QUICKLY. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.   CAIUS. It is no matter-a ver dat. Do not you tell-a me dat I     shall have Anne Page for myself? By gar, I vill kill de Jack     priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarteer to     measure our weapon. By gar, I will myself have Anne     Page.   QUICKLY. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We     must give folks leave to prate. What the good-year!   CAIUS. Rugby, come to the court with me. By gar, if I have     not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door.     Follow my heels, Rugby.               Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY   QUICKLY. You shall have-An fool's-head of your own. No,     I know Anne's mind for that; never a woman in Windsor     knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more     than I do with her, I thank heaven.   FENTON.  [Within]  Who's within there? ho!   QUICKLY. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray     you.                            Enter FENTON    FENTON. How now, good woman, how dost thou?   QUICKLY. The better that it pleases your good worship to     ask.   FENTON. What news? How does pretty Mistress Anne?   QUICKLY. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and     gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by     the way; I praise heaven for it.   FENTON. Shall I do any good, think'st thou? Shall I not lose     my suit?   QUICKLY. Troth, sir, all is in His hands above; but     notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book     she loves you. Have not your worship a wart above your eye?   FENTON. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?   QUICKLY. Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith, it is such     another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke     bread. We had an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never     laugh but in that maid's company! But, indeed, she is     given too much to allicholy and musing; but for you-well,     go to.   FENTON. Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's money     for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf. If thou seest     her before me, commend me.   QUICKLY. Will I? I' faith, that we will; and I will tell your     worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence;     and of other wooers.   FENTON. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.   QUICKLY. Farewell to your worship.  [Exit FENTON]  Truly,     an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know     Anne's mind as well as another does. Out upon 't, what     have I forgot?                                          Exit