Quickly.  Why, you say well.  But I have another messenger to your worship:  Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she’s as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one, I tell you, that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe’er be the other; and she bade me tell your worship that her husband is seldom from home, but she hopes there will come a time.  I never knew a woman so dote upon a man:  surely I think you have charms, la! yes, in truth.

Falstaff. 
Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside,
I have no other charms.

Quickly. 
Blessing on your heart for ’t!

Falstaff. 
But, I pray thee, tell me this:  has Ford’s wife and Page’s wife
acquainted each other how they love me?

Quickly.  That were a jest indeed!  They have not so little grace, I hope:  that were a trick indeed!  But Mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves:  her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page; and, truly, Master Page is an honest man.  Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one.  You must send her your page; no remedy.

Falstaff. 
Why, I will.

Quickly.  Nay, but do so then; and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one another’s mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for ’tis not good that children should know any wickedness:  old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Falstaff. 
Fare thee well; commend me to them both.  There’s my purse; I am yet
thy debtor.  Boy, go along with this woman.—­

[Exeunt mistress quickly and Robin.]

This news distracts me.

Pistol. 
This punk is one of Cupid’s carriers;
Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights;
Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!

[Exit.]

Falstaff.  Say’st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I’ll make more of thy old body than I have done.  Will they yet look after thee?  Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer?  Good body, I thank thee.  Let them say ’tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.

[Enter Bardolph, with a cup of sack.]

Bardolph.  Sir John, there’s one Master Brook below would fain speak with you and be acquainted with you:  and hath sent your worship a morning’s draught of sack.

Falstaff. 
Brook is his name?

Bardolph. 
Ay, sir.

Falstaff. 
Call him in. [Exit Bardolph.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that
o’erflow such liquor.  Ah, ha!  Mistress Ford and Mistress Page, have
I encompassed you?  Go to; via!