Or any kind of light,
15 With all his might
For thee to fight, John Falstaff.’
What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked, wicked world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with age to show himself a young gallant! What [an] unweighed behaviour hath 20 this Flemish drunkard picked—[with the] devil’s name!—out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I’ll exhibit a bill in the II. 1.
25 parliament for the [putting] down of [men]. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
[Enter Mistress Ford.]
Mrs Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.
30 Mrs Page. And, trust me, I was [coming] to you. You look very ill.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I’ll ne’er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.
Mrs Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind.
35 Mrs Ford. Well, I do, then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary. O Mistress Page, give me some counsel!