Page 2462 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
PISTOL
Why, then, let kibes ensue.
FALSTAFF
There is no remedy: I must cony-catch; I must [30] shift.
PISTOL
Young ravens must have food.
FALSTAFF
Which of you know Ford of this town?
PISTOL
I ken the wight: he is of substance good.
FALSTAFF
My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. [35]
PISTOL
Two yards, and more.
FALSTAFF
No quips now, Pistol. Indeed, I am in the waist two yards about, but I am
now about no waste: I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to
Ford’s wife. I spy entertainment in her: she discourses, she carves, she gives
[40] the leer of invitation; I can construe the action of her familiar style, and
the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is, ‘I am Sir John
Falstaff’s’.
PISTOL
He hath studied her will, and translated her will-out of honesty into English.
[45]
NYM
The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?
