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Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well.
Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hang'd, la.

Re-enter ANNE PAGE.

SCENE III. A room in the Garter Inn. Enter FALSTAFF, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN.

Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne:- Would I Fal. Mine host of the Garter, were young, for your sake, mistress Anne!

Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your worships' company.

Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace. [Exeunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans. Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir? Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well.

Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.

Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.

Host. Thou 'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keiser, and Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap said I well, bully Hector? Fal. Do so, good mine host.

Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon my cou- Host. I have spoke; let him follow: let me see thee sin Shallow: [Exit Simple.] A justice of peace some-froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow. [Exit Host. time may be beholden to his friend for a man :-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: But what though?yet I live like a poor gentleman born. Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they will not sit till you come.

Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did.

Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good trade: An old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered servingman, a fresh tapster: Go; adieu.

Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.

[Exit Bard. Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the humour conceited? His mind is not heroic, and there's the

Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you: I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and da-humour ofit. ger with a master offence, three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

Anne. I think, there are, sir; I heard them talked of. Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at it, as any man in England: - You are afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not?

Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have seen Sackerson loose, twenty times; and have taken him by the chain: but, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd:-but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favoured rough things.

Re-enter PAGE.

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open: his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a fico for the phrase!

Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Pist. Why then, let kibes ensue.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coneycatch; I must shift.

Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?
Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
Pist. Two yards, and more.

Fal. No quips now, Pistol! Indeed I am in the waist

Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we stay two yards about: but I am now about no waste; I am

for you.

Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir.

*Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, come, come.

Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way. ·Page. Come on, sir.

go

first.

about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she sir:carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am sir Iohn Falstaff's.

Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall
Anne. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.
Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will not
do you that wrong.
Anne. I pray you, sir.

Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly, than troublesome; you do yourself wrong, indeed, la.

[Exeunt.

Pist. He hath studied her well and translated her well; out of honesty into English.

Nym. The anchor is deep. Will that humour pass? Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, say I.

Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.

SCENE II.-The same Enter Sir HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her and here Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' house, another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good which is the way: and there dwells one mistress Quick-eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious eyly, which is in the manner of his nurse,or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his wringer.

Simp. Well, sir.

liads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

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Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine. Nym. I thank thee for that humour. Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass! Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana,all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; [Exeunt. they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade

Eva. Nay, it is petter yet: -- - give her this letter; for it is a 'oman, that altogether's acquaintance with mistress Anne Page: and the letter is, to desire and require her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you, be gone; I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come.

to them both. Go,bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,
And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all!
Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the hu-
mour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation.
Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Rob.] bear you these letters
tightly;

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go;
Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of this age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted
[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin.

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Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box! Do intend vat I speak? a greenbox.

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Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he
went not in himself: if he had found the young man,
he would have been horn-mad.
[Aside.

Caius. Fe, fe fe, fe! mafoi, il fait fort chaud. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and ful-Je m'en vais à la Cour, - la grand affaire.

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Nym. With both the humours, I:

Jwill discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. 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 mien is dangerous: that is my true humour.

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee; troop on. [Exeunt.

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SCENE IV. Enter Mrs QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Quick. What; John Rugby!- I pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English.

Aroom in Dr Caius' house.

Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit Rugby. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. — An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that pass. -Peter Simple, you say your name is? Sim, Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master? Sim. Ay, forsooth.

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Quick. Is it this, sir?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche,
quickly:-Vere is dat knave Rugby?
Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby.
Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to
de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot,I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ai j'oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me!he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? - Villainy! larron! [Pulling Simple out.]Rugby,my rapier. Quick. Good master, be content.

Cuius. Verefore shall I be content-a?
Quick. The young man is an honest man,
Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet?dere
is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the
truth of it: He came of an errand to me from parsou
Caius. Vell.
Hugh.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to
Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage. Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not. Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you? — Rugby, baillez me some paper! Tarry you a little-a while. [Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy;-but notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my master, — I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;

Sim. "Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quick. Are you avis'd o' that ?you shall find it a great
charge: and to be up early and down late; - but not-
withstanding, (to tell you in your car; I would have
no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mis-
tress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know
Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there.
Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to sir Hugh;
by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park;
and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle
or make: you may be gone; it is not good you tarry
here: by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar,
he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog.

[Exit Simple.

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Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:- do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

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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 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 parliament for the put-
ting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him?
for revenged 1 will be, as sure as his guts are made of
puddings.
Enter Mistress FORD.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer! Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me;- By gar, ifI have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of door!-Follow my heels, Rugby. [Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Quick. Who's there, Itrow? Come near the house, look I pray you.

Enter FENTON.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou? Quick. The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne? Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; Ipraise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit?

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you: -have not your worship a wart above your eye?

Mrs Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. Yon 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. Mrs Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give me some counsel!

Mrs Page. What's the matter, woman? Mrs Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Mrs Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour: what is it?Dispense with trifles; ད་ what is it? Mrs Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What?-thou liest !-Sir Alice Ford!These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

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Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale; - good faith, it Mrs Ford. We burn day-light:-here, read, read ;— is such another Nan; - but, I detest, an hones't maid perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the as ever broke bread: - We had an hour's talk of that worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make diffe→ wart; — I shall never laugh but in that maid's com-rence of men's liking: and yet he would not swear; pany! But, indeed, she is given too much to alli-praised women's modesty: and gave such orderly and cholly and musing: but for you-Well, go to. well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: hold, there's have sworn his disposition would have gone to the money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and if thou seest her before me, commend mekeep place together than the hundredth psalm to the Quick. Will? i'faith, that we will: and I will tell tune of Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw your worship more of the wart, the next time we have this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore confidence; and of other wooers. at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? Ithink, the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit. Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as another does. Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Exit.

ACT II.
SCENE I.-Before Page's house.

Enter Mistress PAGE, with a letter.

Mrs Page. What! have I'scaped love-letters in the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see: [Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love use reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor: you are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: You are merry, so am I; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the love of a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me. By me,

Thine own true knight,,
By day or night,

Or any kind of light,

With all his might,

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs! — To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant, he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure more,) and these are of the second edition: he will print them out of doubt; for he cares not what he puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man. Mrs Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: what doth he think of us? Mrs Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one, that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury. Mrs Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to keep him above deck,

Mrs Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with a fine-baited delay, till

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he hath pawn'd his horses to mine host of the Garter. Page. Hang 'em, slaves; I do not think the knight

Mrs Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villainy wonld offer it: but these, that accuse him in his intent against him, that may not sully the chariness of our ho- towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; nesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would very rogues, now they be out of service. give eternal food to his jealousy.

Ford. Were they his men ? Mrs Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good Page. Marry, were they. man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving Ford. I like it never the better for that. — Does he lie him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable dis- at the Garter? tance.

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this Mrs Ford. You are the happier woman.

voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to Mrs Page. Let's consult together against this greasy him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, knight. Come hither.

[They retire. let it lie on my head. Enter Ford, Pistol, Page, and Nym. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife;but I would be loath Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.

to turn them together. A man may be too confident: Pist. Hope is a cortail dog in some affairs: I would have nothing lie on my head : I cannot be thus Sir John affects thy wife.

satisfied. Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.

Page. Look where my ranting host of the Garter Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor, comes: there is either liquor in his pate,or money in his Both young and old, one with another, Ford; purse, when he looks so merrily. – How now, mine He loves thy gally-mawfry; Ford, perpend.

host? Ford. Love my wife?

Enter Host, and SHALLOW. Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, Host. How now, bully-rook? thou’rt a gentleman: Like sir Actaeon, with Ringwood at thy heels:

cavalero-justice, I say, 0, odious is the name!

Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even, and Ford. What name, sir?

twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell.

with us ? we have sport in hand. Take heed ;have open eye;for thieves do foot by night: Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyTake heed; ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do rook. sing.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Away, sir corporal Nym. —

Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French doctor. Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. Ford. Good mine host o'the Garter, a word with you. Ford. I will be patient; I will find ont this.

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook?[They go aside. Nym. And this is true; (to Page.] I like not the hu- Shal. Will you (to Page) go with us to behold it? mour oflying. He hath wronged me in some humours; My merry host hath had the measuring of their weaI should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I pons; and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He places : for, believe me, I hear, the parson is no jester. loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch. Tis Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guesttrue:— my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. cavalier? - Adien! I love not the humour of bread and cheese ; Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of and there's the humour ofit. Adien. (Exit Nym. burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him, my Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow name is Brook; only for a jest. frights humour out ofhis wits.

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and reFord. I will seek out Falstatt.

gress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook: It is Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue. a merry knight. – Will you go on, hearts ? Ford. If I do find it, well.

Shal. Have with you, mine host. Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill priest o' the town commended him for a true man.

in his rapier. Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: in these Page. How now, Meg?

times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, Mrs Page. Whither go you,

George?— Hark you. and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page;'tis Mrs Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art thoa me- here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long lancholy?

sword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip Ford. Í melancholy? I am not melancholy. - Get like rats. you home, go.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Mrs Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear them scold head now. - Will you go, mistress Page?

than fight.

(Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Mrs Page. Have with you. – You'll come to dinner, Ford. Thongh Page be a secure fool, and stands so George?-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my messenger to this paltry knight. [Aside to Mrs Ford. opinion so easily : She was in his company at Page's Enter Mistress QUICKLY.

house; and, what they made there, I know not. Well, Mrs Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. I will look further into't: and I have a disguise to Mrs Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne? sound Falstaff. If I find her honest, I lose not my laQuick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does good bour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. mistress Anne?

(Exit. Mrs Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you.

6CENE II.-Aroom in the Garter Inn. (Exeunt Mrs Page, Mrs Ford, and Mrs Quickly.

· Enter Falstaff and Pistol. Page. How now, master Ford ?

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny. Ford. You heard what this kuave told me; did you Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I not?

with sword will open.— I will retort the sum in equiPage. Yes; and you heard what the other told me? page. Ford. Do you think there is truth in them?

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you

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should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good she upon my good friends for there reprieves for you and Mercury. your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had looked Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for the through the grate like a geminy of baboons. Iam dam- which she thanks you a thousand times : and she gives ned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you you to notify, that her husband will be absence from were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress his house between ten and eleven. Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine Fal. Ten and eleven? honour, thou hadst it not.

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen the picture, she says, that you wot of ;-master Ford, pence?

her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woFal. Reason, you rogue, reason : think'st thou I'll man leads an ill life with him; he's a very jealousy man; endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart. about me, I am no gibbet for you: go!-A short knife Fal. Ten and eleven : woman, commend me to her; and a throng; – to your manor of Pickthatch, go. I will not fail her. You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue !-you stand Quick. Why, you say well. But I have another mesupon your honour! - Why, thou unconfinable base senger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty ness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my commendations to you, too ;-and let me tell you in honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine (I tell you) that will not miss you morning nor evening honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other : and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shel- a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; ter of your honour! You will not do it, you? surely, I think you have charms, la ; yes, in truth. Pist. I do relent; what would'st thou more of man? Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my Enter Robin.

good parts aside, I have no other charms. Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! Fal. Let her approach !

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife, Enter Mistress QUICKLY.

and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.

love me? Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

Quick. That were a jest, indeed! – they have not so Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.

little grace, I hope :-that were a trick, indeed! But Fal. Good maid, then.

mistress Page would desire you to send your little Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour page, of all loves; her husband has a marvellous inI was born.

fection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is Fal. I do believe the swearer. What with me? an honest man. Never a wife in Windsor leads a bet

Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or ter life than she does; do what she will, say what she two?

will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserthee the hearing:

ves it: for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir; I pray, is one. You must send her your page; no remedy. come a little nearer this ways ! - I myself dwell with Fal. Why, I will master doctor Caius.

Quick. Nay, but do so then : and, look you, he may Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,

come and go between you both ; and, in any case, have Quick. Your worship says very true; I pray your a nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, worship, come a little nearer this ways.

and the boy never need to understand any thing; for Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears ; mine own 'tis not good that children should know any wickedpeople, mine own people.

ness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they Quick. Are they so ? Heaven bless them, and make say, and know the world. them his servants !

Fal. Fare thee well :'commend me to them both: Fal. Well: Mistress Ford;-what of her ?

there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.-Boy, go along Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! with this woman!—This news distracts me. your worship's a wanton: well, heaven forgive you,

(Exeunt Quickly and Robin. and all of us, I pray!

Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :Fal. Mistress Ford; - come, mistress Ford Clap on more sails ; pursue, up with your fights; Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! you have brought her into such a canaries as 'tis won

(Exit Pistol. derful. The best courtier of them all, when the court Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? gothy ways; I'll make lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expence of so gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling thee. Let them say, 'tis grossly done ; so it be fairly so sweetly, (all musk) and so rushling, I warrant you, done, no matter. in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms;and in such

Enter BARDOLPH. wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below have won any womans's heart; and, I warrant you, they would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with could never get an eye-wink of her. – I had myself you; and hath sent your worship á morning's draught twenty angels given me this morning: but I defy all an- Fal. Brook, is his name?

of sack, gels, (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way of Bard. Ay, sir. honesty:-and, I warrant you, they could never get her Fal. Call him in. [Exit Bardolph.) Such Brooks are so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all: welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ha! and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pen- mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompassed sioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. you ? go to; via!

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