William Shakespeare - The Merry Wives Of Windsor Act 1 Scene 3 lyrics

SCENE III. A room in the Garter Inn Enter FALSTAFF, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN [To ROBIN] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of the age, French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page. Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN PISTOL Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds, And high and low beguiles the rich and poor: Tester I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! NYM I have operations which be humours of revenge. PISTOL Wilt thou revenge? NYM By welkin and her star! PISTOL With wit or steel? NYM With both the humours, I: I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. PISTOL And I to Ford shall eke unfold How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold will hold, And his soft couch defile. NYM My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous: that is my true humour. PISTOL Thou art the Mars of malecontents: I second thee; troop on. Exeunt