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- $Unique_ID{SSP00854}
- $Title{The Merry Wives of Windsor: Act I, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00850.txt}
-
- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR
-
-
- ACT I
- ................................................................................
-
-
- SCENE IV: A room in DOCTOR CAIUS' house.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-
- {Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY.}
-
- MISTRESS 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 any
- body in the house, here will be an old abusing of
- God's patience and the king's English.
-
- RUGBY: I'll go watch.
-
- MISTRESS 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 10
- 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.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: And Master Slender's your master?
-
- SIMPLE: Ay, forsooth.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Does he not wear a great round beard, like a
- glover's paring-knife?
-
- SIMPLE: No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a 20
- little yellow beard, a Cain-colored beard.
-
- MISTRESS 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.
-
- MISTRESS 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.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell
- Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your 30
- master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish--
-
- [Re-enter RUGBY.]
-
- RUGBY: Out, alas! here comes my master.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man;
- go into this closet: he will not stay long.
-
- [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.]
-
- 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, &c.
-
- {Enter DOCTOR CAIUS.}
-
- DOCTOR 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, 40
- a green-a box: do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
-
- MISTRESS 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.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je
- m'en vais a la cour--la grande affaire.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Is it this, sir?
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: Oui; mette le au mon pocket: depeche, quickly. Vere
- is dat knave Rugby?
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: What, John Rugby! John! 50
-
- RUGBY: Here, sir!
-
- DOCTOR 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.
-
- DOCTOR 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.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Ay me, he'll find the young man here, and be mad!
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? Villain! 60
- larron!
-
- [Pulling SIMPLE out.]
-
- Rugby, my rapier!
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Good master, be content.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: Wherefore shall I be content-a?
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: The young man is an honest man.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: What shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is
- no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear the truth
- of it: he came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: Vell. 70
-
- SIMPLE: Ay, forsooth; to desire her to--
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Peace, I pray you.
-
- DOCTOR 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.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my
- finger in the fire, and need not.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: Sir Hugh send-a you? Rugby, baille me some paper.
- Tarry you a little-a while. 80
-
- [Writes.]
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: [Aside to SIMPLE] I am glad he is so quiet: if he
- had been thoroughly 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 MISTRESS QUICKLY] 'Tis a great charge to 90
- come under one body's hand.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: [Aside to SIMPLE] Are you avised 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.
-
- DOCTOR CAIUS: You jack'nape, give-a this letter to Sir Hugh; by
- gar, it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in dee 100
- 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.]
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
-
- DOCTOR 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 110
- will myself have Anne Page.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We
- must give folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!
-
- DOCTOR 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 DOCTOR CAIUS and RUGBY.]
-
- MISTRESS 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. 120
-
- FENTON: [Within] Who's within there? ho!
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Who's there, I trow! Come near the house, I pray you.
-
- {Enter FENTON.}
-
- FENTON: How now, good woman? how dost thou?
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.
-
- FENTON: What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?
-
- MISTRESS 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, thinkest thou? shall I not lose
- my suit? 130
-
- MISTRESS 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?
-
- MISTRESS 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 140
- 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.
-
- MISTRESS 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.
-
- MISTRESS QUICKLY: Farewell to your worship.
-
- [Exit FENTON.]
-
- Truly, an honest gentleman: but Anne loves him not; 150
- for I know Anne's mind as well as another does. Out
- upon't! what have I forgot?
-
- [Exit.]
-