The Merry Wives of Windsor By William Shakespeare Act II: Scene 1

Marry, were they.

I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter?

Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage toward my wife,
I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than
sharp words, let it lie on my head.

I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together.
A man may be too confident. I would have nothing 'lie on my head': I
cannot be thus satisfied.

Look where my ranting host of the Garter comes. There is either
liquor in his pate or money in his purse when he looks so merrily.

[Enter HOST and SHALLOW.]

How now, mine host!

How now, bully-rook! Thou'rt a gentleman. Cavaliero-justice, I say!

I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and twenty, good Master
Page! Master Page, will you go with us? We have sport in hand.

Tell him, cavaliero-justice; tell him, bully-rook.

Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest
and Caius the French doctor.

Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

What say'st thou, my bully-rook?

[They go aside.]

[To PAGE.] Will you go with us to behold it? My merry host hath had
the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, hath appointed them
contrary places; for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester.
Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. [They converse apart.]

Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavaliero?

None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me
recourse to him, and tell him my name is Brook, only for a jest.

My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and
thy name shall be Brook. It is a merry knight. Will you go, mynheers?

Have with you, mine host.

I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Tut, sir! I could have told you more. In these times you stand on
distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the
heart, Master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time with
my long sword I would have made you four tall fellows skip like rats.

Here, boys, here, here! Shall we wag?

Have with you. I had rather hear them scold than fight.

[Exeunt HOST, SHALLOW, and PAGE.]

Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's
frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily. She was in his
company at Page's house, and what they made there I know not. Well,
I will look further into 't; and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff.
If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise,
'tis labour well bestowed.


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