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    Act 2. Scene I

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    SCENE I. London. A street.

    Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, FANG and his Boy with her, and SNARE following.
    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Master Fang, have you entered the action?

    FANG
    It is entered.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Where's your yeoman? Is't a lusty yeoman? will a'
    stand to 't?

    FANG
    Sirrah, where's Snare?

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    O Lord, ay! good Master Snare.

    SNARE
    Here, here.

    FANG
    Snare, we must arrest Sir John Falstaff.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Yea, good Master Snare; I have entered him and all.

    SNARE
    It may chance cost some of us our lives, for he will stab.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Alas the day! take heed of him; he stabbed me in
    mine own house, and that most beastly: in good
    faith, he cares not what mischief he does. If his
    weapon be out: he will foin like any devil; he will
    spare neither man, woman, nor child.

    FANG
    If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    No, nor I neither: I'll be at your elbow.

    FANG
    An I but fist him once; an a' come but within my vice,--

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    I am undone by his going; I warrant you, he's an
    infinitive thing upon my score. Good Master Fang,
    hold him sure: good Master Snare, let him not
    'scape. A' comes continuantly to Pie-corner--saving
    your manhoods--to buy a saddle; and he is indited to
    dinner to the Lubber's-head in Lumbert street, to
    Master Smooth's the silkman: I pray ye, since my
    exion is entered and my case so openly known to the
    world, let him be brought in to his answer. A
    hundred mark is a long one for a poor lone woman to
    bear: and I have borne, and borne, and borne, and
    have been fubbed off, and fubbed off, and fubbed
    off, from this day to that day, that it is a shame
    to be thought on. There is no honesty in such
    dealing; unless a woman should be made an ass and a
    beast, to bear every knave's wrong. Yonder he
    comes; and that errant malmsey-nose knave, Bardolph,
    with him. Do your offices, do your offices: Master
    Fang and Master Snare, do me, do me, do me your offices.

    Enter FALSTAFF, Page, and BARDOLPH

    FALSTAFF
    How now! whose mare's dead? what's the matter?

    FANG
    Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of Mistress Quickly.

    FALSTAFF
    Away, varlets! Draw, Bardolph: cut me off the
    villain's head: throw the quean in the channel.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Throw me in the channel! I'll throw thee in the
    channel. Wilt thou? wilt thou? thou bastardly
    rogue! Murder, murder! Ah, thou honeysuckle
    villain! wilt thou kill God's officers and the
    king's? Ah, thou honey-seed rogue! thou art a
    honey-seed, a man-queller, and a woman-queller.

    FALSTAFF
    Keep them off, Bardolph.

    FANG
    A rescue! a rescue!

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't, wo't
    thou? Thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,
    thou hemp-seed!

    FALSTAFF
    Away, you scullion! you rampallion! You
    fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.

    Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men

    Lord Chief-Justice What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho!

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you, stand to me.
    Lord Chief-Justice How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?
    Doth this become your place, your time and business?
    You should have been well on your way to York.
    Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    O most worshipful lord, an't please your grace, I am
    a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested at my suit.
    Lord Chief-Justice For what sum?

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,
    all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home;
    he hath put all my substance into that fat belly of
    his: but I will have some of it out again, or I
    will ride thee o' nights like the mare.

    FALSTAFF
    I think I am as like to ride the mare, if I have
    any vantage of ground to get up.
    Lord Chief-Justice How comes this, Sir John? Fie! what man of good
    temper would endure this tempest of exclamation?
    Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor widow to so
    rough a course to come by her own?

    FALSTAFF
    What is the gross sum that I owe thee?

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Marry, if thou wert an honest man, thyself and the
    money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a
    parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber,
    at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
    Wednesday in Wheeson week, when the prince broke
    thy head for liking his father to a singing-man of
    Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was
    washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady
    thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not goodwife
    Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me
    gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of
    vinegar; telling us she had a good dish of prawns;
    whereby thou didst desire to eat some; whereby I
    told thee they were ill for a green wound? And
    didst thou not, when she was gone down stairs,
    desire me to be no more so familiarity with such
    poor people; saying that ere long they should call
    me madam? And didst thou not kiss me and bid me
    fetch thee thirty shillings? I put thee now to thy
    book-oath: deny it, if thou canst.

    FALSTAFF
    My lord, this is a poor mad soul; and she says up
    and down the town that the eldest son is like you:
    she hath been in good case, and the truth is,
    poverty hath distracted her. But for these foolish
    officers, I beseech you I may have redress against them.
    Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, Sir John, I am well acquainted with your
    manner of wrenching the true cause the false way. It
    is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words
    that come with such more than impudent sauciness
    from you, can thrust me from a level consideration:
    you have, as it appears to me, practised upon the
    easy-yielding spirit of this woman, and made her
    serve your uses both in purse and in person.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Yea, in truth, my lord.
    Lord Chief-Justice Pray thee, peace. Pay her the debt you owe her, and
    unpay the villany you have done her: the one you
    may do with sterling money, and the other with
    current repentance.

    FALSTAFF
    My lord, I will not undergo this sneap without
    reply. You call honourable boldness impudent
    sauciness: if a man will make courtesy and say
    nothing, he is virtuous: no, my lord, my humble
    duty remembered, I will not be your suitor. I say
    to you, I do desire deliverance from these officers,
    being upon hasty employment in the king's affairs.
    Lord Chief-Justice You speak as having power to do wrong: but answer
    in the effect of your reputation, and satisfy this
    poor woman.

    FALSTAFF
    Come hither, hostess.

    Enter GOWER

    Lord Chief-Justice Now, Master Gower, what news?

    GOWER
    The king, my lord, and Harry Prince of Wales
    Are near at hand: the rest the paper tells.

    FALSTAFF
    As I am a gentleman.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Faith, you said so before.

    FALSTAFF
    As I am a gentleman. Come, no more words of it.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    By this heavenly ground I tread on, I must be fain
    to pawn both my plate and the tapestry of my
    dining-chambers.

    FALSTAFF
    Glasses, glasses is the only drinking: and for thy
    walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of
    the Prodigal, or the German hunting in water-work,
    is worth a thousand of these bed-hangings and these
    fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten pound, if thou
    canst. Come, an 'twere not for thy humours, there's
    not a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face,
    and draw the action. Come, thou must not be in
    this humour with me; dost not know me? come, come, I
    know thou wast set on to this.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles: i'
    faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me,
    la!

    FALSTAFF
    Let it alone; I'll make other shift: you'll be a
    fool still.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Well, you shall have it, though I pawn my gown. I
    hope you'll come to supper. You'll pay me all together?

    FALSTAFF
    Will I live?

    To BARDOLPH

    Go, with her, with her; hook on, hook on.

    MISTRESS QUICKLY
    Will you have Doll Tearsheet meet you at supper?

    FALSTAFF
    No more words; let's have her.

    Exeunt MISTRESS QUICKLY, BARDOLPH, Officers and Boy

    Lord Chief-Justice I have heard better news.

    FALSTAFF
    What's the news, my lord?
    Lord Chief-Justice Where lay the king last night?

    GOWER
    At Basingstoke, my lord.

    FALSTAFF
    I hope, my lord, all's well: what is the news, my lord?
    Lord Chief-Justice Come all his forces back?

    GOWER
    No; fifteen hundred foot, five hundred horse,
    Are marched up to my lord of Lancaster,
    Against Northumberland and the Archbishop.

    FALSTAFF
    Comes the king back from Wales, my noble lord?
    Lord Chief-Justice You shall have letters of me presently:
    Come, go along with me, good Master Gower.

    FALSTAFF
    My lord!
    Lord Chief-Justice What's the matter?

    FALSTAFF
    Master Gower, shall I entreat you with me to dinner?

    GOWER
    I must wait upon my good lord here; I thank you,
    good Sir John.
    Lord Chief-Justice Sir John, you loiter here too long, being you are to
    take soldiers up in counties as you go.

    FALSTAFF
    Will you sup with me, Master Gower?
    Lord Chief-Justice What foolish master taught you these manners, Sir John?

    FALSTAFF
    Master Gower, if they become me not, he was a fool
    that taught them me. This is the right fencing
    grace, my lord; tap for tap, and so part fair.
    Lord Chief-Justice Now the Lord lighten thee! thou art a great fool.

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