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my child.

Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to||I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. come!

Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth

Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Page. She is no match for you. Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; Fent. Sir, will you hear me? And 'tis the very riches of thyself


No, good master Fenton. That now I aim at.

Come, master Shallow : come, son Slender; in :Anne. Gentle master Fenton,

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir :

(Ereúni Page, Shallow, and Slender. If opportunity and humble suit

Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Cannot attain it, why then--Hark you hither. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your

[They converse apart. daughter

In such a righteous fashion as I do, Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my I must advance the colours of my love, kinsman shall speak for himself.

And not retire: let me have your good will. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't :1 slid, 'tis Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' but venturing.

fool. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not

husband. for that,-but that I am afeard.

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, word with you.

And bowl'd to death with turnips. Anne. I come to him.- This is my father's choice. Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: good 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

master Fenton, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! I will not be your friend, nor enemy :

[Aside. My daughter will I question how she loves you, Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? || And as I find her, so am I affected; Pray you, a word with you.

'Till then, farewell, sir :-She must needs go in; Shal. She's coming; to her, Coz. O boy, thou || Her father will be angry. badst a father!

(Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;—my uncle Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. can tell you good jests of him :--Pray you, uncle, Quick. This is my doing now ;-Nay, said I, will tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? geese out of a pen, good uncle.

Look on master Fenton :- this is my doing. Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman

night in Glocestershire.

Give my sweet Nan this ring : there's for thy pains Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

(Exit Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,2 Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A under the degree of a squire.

kind heart he hath : a woman would run through Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty || fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I pounds jointure

would my master had mistress Anne; or I would Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would himself.

master Fenton had her : I will do what I can for Shal. Marry, I thank you for it ; I thank you for them all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave as good as my word; but speciously4 for master you.

Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Anne. Now, master Slender.

Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

I to slack5 it!

(Erit. Anne. What is your will ?

Slen. My will ? od's beartlings, that's a pretty SCENE V.A room in the Garter Inn. Enter jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank

Falstaff and Bardolph. heaven ; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.

Fal. Bardolph, I say,

Bard. Here, sir. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?

Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or

(Erit Bard. ] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, nothing with you : your father, and my uncle, have like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown made motions : if ii be my luck, so : if not, happy other trick, I'll have my brains ta’en out, and but

into the Thames? Well; if I be served such anman be his dole!3 They can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father; here ter’d, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift

. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little

remorses as they would have drown'd a bitch's Enter Page, and Mistress Page.

blind puppies, fifteen i the litter : and you may

know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh-|| sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should ter Anne.

down. I had been drowned, but that the shore-was Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? shelvy and shallow ; a death that I abhor; for the You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : water swells a man; and what a thing should I

(1) A proverb shaft was a long arrow, and a (2) Come poor or rich. (3) Lot (4) Specially, bolt a thick short one.

(5) Neglect. (6) Pity.

be comes.

with you.

have been, when I had been swelled! I should Ford. What, while you were there? have been a mountain of mummy.

Fal. While I was there.

Ford. And did be search for you, and could not Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine.

find you?

Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence

of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to th Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a Thames water ; for my belly's as cold, as if I had | buck-basket. swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Ford. A buck-basket! Call her in.

Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me Bard. Come in, woman.

in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings,

and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was Enter Mrs. Quickly.

the rankest compound of villanous sinell, that ever

offended nostril. Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give

Ford. And how long lay you there? your worship good-morrow. Fal. Take away these chalices :' go brew me a || have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your

Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I pottle of sack finely.

good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple Bard. With eggs, sir? Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my || their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul

of Ford's knaves, his binds, were called forth by brewage.-(Exit Bardolph.]-How now?

clothes to Datchet-lane : they took me on their Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from shoulders; met the jealous knave, their master, in mistress Ford. Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough : 1 the door; who asked them once or twice what

they was thrown into the ford : I have my belly full of|vatic knave would have searched it; but Fate, or

had in their basket: I quaked for fear, lest the luford. Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not Well: on went he for a search, and away went I

daining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. her fault; she does so take on with her men ; they | for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook : mistook their erection. Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish || an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous

I suffered the pangs of three several deaths : first, woman's promise.

rotten bell-wether: next, to be compassed like a Quick." Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it good bilbo,2 in the circumference of a peck, hilt to would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband point, heel to head : and then, to be stopped in, like goes this morning a birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine : I must | ted in their own grease : think of that,-a man of

a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that fret. carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you.

my kidney,—think of that; that am as subject to Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid | heat as butter ; a man of continual dissolution and her think, what a man is: let her consider his in the height of this bath, when I was more than

it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And frailty, and then judge of my merit.

half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be Quick. I will tell her. Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou? || thrown into the Thames

, and cooled, glowing hot,

in that surge, like a horse-shoe ; think of that ;Quick. Eight and nine, sir.

hissing hot, -- think of that, master Brook. Fal. Well, be gone : I will not miss her.

Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for Quick. Peace be with you, sir ! [Exit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; helmy sake you have suffered all this. My suit then sent me word to stay within : I like his money well. lis desperate ; you'll undertake her no more.

Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, O, here he comes.

as I have been into the Thames, ere I will leave

her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a birdEnter Ford.

ing: I have received from her another embassy of Ford. Bless you, sir!

meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Fal. Now, master Brook; you come to know Brook. what hath passed between me and Ford's wife? Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.

Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appoint

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and at her house the hour she appointed me.

you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion Ford. And how speed you, sir?

shall be crowned with your enjoying ber : adieu. Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. You shall have her, master Brook'; master Brook, Ford. How so, sir ? Did she change her deter- you shall cuckold Ford.

(Exit. mination?

Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision is this a dream? Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornu- | do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master to, her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a con-Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, master tinual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant Ford. This 'tis to be married ! this 'tis to have linen, of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, and buck-baskets !--Well, I will proclaim myself protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his com- house : he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he panions, thither provoked and instigated by his dis-should; be cannot creep into a half-penny purse, temper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that wife's love.

guides him should aid him, I will search impossible

places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to (1) Cups.

Bilboa, where the best blades are made. (3) Seriousness. (4) Make myself ready.

be what I would not, shall not make me tame: if Eva. 'Oman, forbear. I have borns to make one mad, let the proverb go Mrs. Page. Peace. with me, I'll be born mad.

[Exit. Eva. What is your genitive case plural, Wil.


Will. Genitive case ?
Eva. Ay.

Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum.

Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her!-never name her, child, if she be a whore.

Eva. For shame, 'oman. SCENE I.-The Street. Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words: Quickly, and William.

he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll

do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum: Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, tie upon you ! think'st thou ?

Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no Quick. Sure he is by this; or will be presently : | understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of but truly, he is very courageous! mad, about his the genders Thou art as foolish Christian creathrowing into the water. Mistress Ford desires youtures as I would desires. to come suddenly

Mrs. Page. Prythee, hold thy peace. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but Eva. Show me now, William, some declensions bring my young man here to school: look, where of your pronouns. his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

Eva. It is ki, , cod; if you forget your kies, Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. 2 How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day?

Go your ways, and play, go. Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave

Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I

thought he was. to play.

Eva. He is a good sprag3 memory. Farewell, Quick. Blessing of his heart!

mistress Page. Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray|| Hugh) Get you home, boy.—Come, we stay

Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. (Exit Sir you, ask him some questions in his accidence.

too long. Eva. Come hither, Williamn; hold up your

(Exeunt. head ; come.

Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah ; hold up your || SCENE II.-A room in Ford's house. Enter head ; answer your master, be not afraid.

Falstaff and Mrs. Ford. Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns ?

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Will. Two.

my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in your Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not number more ; because they say, od's nouns. Eva. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Wil- I only, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but

in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremobiam?

ny of it. But are you sure of your husband now? Will. Pulcher.

Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than

Mrs. Page. (Within.) What hoa, gossip Ford ! poulcats, sure.

what hoa! Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. you, peace. What is lapis, William?

(Exit Falstaff. Will. A stone. Eva. And what is a stone, William?

Enter Mrs. Page. Will. A pebble.

Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you, remember in Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at your prain.

home beside yourself? Will. Lapis.

Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Eva. That is good William. What is he, Wil Mrs. Page. Indeed? liam, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly;--speak louder. (Aside. Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun ; Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have noand be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, || body here. hic, hæc, hoc.

Mrs. Ford. Why? Éva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in mark: genitivo, hujus : Well, what is your accu- | his old lunesó again : he so takes on yonder with sative case ?

my husband; so rails against all married mankind; Wal. Accusativo, hinc.

so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, | soever ; and so buffets himself on the forehead, child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

crying, peer out, peer out that any madness Í Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant|ever yet beheld, seemed but tameness, civility, you.

and patience, to this his distemper he is in now : Eca. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is am glad the fat knight is not here. the focative case, William?

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Will. O-Vocativo, O.

Mrs. Page. Of none but him ; and swears, he Era. Remember, William; focative is, caret. was carried out, the last time he searched for him, Quick. And that's a good root.

in a basket: protests to my husband, be is now (1) Outrageous. (2) Breeched, i. e. flogged. (6) As children call on a snail to push forth his

Apt to learn. (4Sorrowful. (5) Mad fits. l horns.

wife :

here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they company from their sport, to make another experi- shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen ment of his suspicion : but I am glad the knight for himn straight.

(Exit. is not here; now he shall see his own foolery. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? cannot misuse him enough.

Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, be here anon.

Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : Mrs. Ford. I am undone !-the knight is here. We do not act, that often jest and laugh;

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff and he's but a dead man. What a woman are

[Exit. you Away with him, away with him; better shame than murder.

Re-enter Mrs. Ford, with two servants. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how

Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?

your shoulders; your master is hard at door: if he

bid you set it down, obey him : quickly, despatch. Re-enter Falstaff.


1 Serv. Come, come, take it up. Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket:

2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight may

again. I not go out, ere be come?

1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro

lead. thers watch the door with pistols, that none should issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere be Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh came. But what make you here?

Evans. Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into the chimney.

Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge|| have you any way then to unfool me again?-Set their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole.

down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my Fal. Where is it?

-You, youth in a basket, come out here! Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. 1-0, you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, : Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but a pack, a conspiracy against me : now shall the he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such || devil beshamed. "What! wife, I say!. come, places,


goes to them by bis note: there is no come forth ; behold what honest clothes you send hiding you in the house.

forth to bleaching: Fal. I'll go out then.

Page. Why, this passes ;4 Master Ford, you Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own sem are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinblance, you die, sir John. Unless you go out dis- || ioned. guised,

Eva. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a mad Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him?

dog! Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; is no woman's gown big enough for him ; other-indeed. wise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.

Enter Mrs. Ford. Fal. Good hearts, devise something : any extremity, rather than a mischief.

Ford. So say I too, sir.

Come hither, mistress Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of|| Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the Brentford, has a gown above.

modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ; || jealous fool to her husband !—I suspect without she's as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat, || cause, mistress, do I? and her muffler too: run up, sir John.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John: mistress || you suspect me in any dishonesty. Page and I will look some linen for your head. Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.

Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress Come forth, sirrah. you straight : put on the gown the while.

(Pulls the clothes out of the basket. (Erit Fal.

Page. This passes ! Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet Mrs. Ford.' Are you not ashamed ? let the him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman clothes alone. of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade Ford. I shall find you anon. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Eva. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your

Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's wife's clothes ? Come away. cudgel; and the devil guide his cudyel after Ford. Empty the basket, 1 say. wards!

Mrs. Ford. 'Why, man, why, Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness,2 is he; and one conveved out of my house yesterday in this talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath bad in-basket: Why may not be be there again? In my telligence.

house I am sure he is: my intelligence is true ; Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my my jealousy is reasonable : Pluck me out all the men to carry the basket again, to meet him atti

linen. door with it, as they did last time.

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : | die a flea's death. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Page. Here's no man.

(1) Short note of.

(2) Seriousness.

(3) Gang. (4) Surpasses, togo beyond bounds.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master||licly shamed: and, methinks, there would be no Ford; this wrongs you.

period to the jest, should he not be publicly Eta. Master Ford, you must pray, and not shamed. follow the imaginations of your own beart: this is Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, jealousies.

shape it: I would not have things cool. (Exeunt. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain.|| SCENE III.- A Room in the Garter Inn. En. Ford. Help to search my house this one time :

ter Host and Bardolph. if I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport: let

Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that search'd your horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at a hollow walnut for his wife's leman. Satisfy me court, and they are going to meet him. once more; once more search with me.

Host. What duke should that be, comes so Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come secretly? I hear not of him in the court : Let me you, and the old woman down; my husband will speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English? come into the chamber.

Bard. Ay, sir ; I'll call them to you. Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make

Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brent them pay, I'll sauce thein : they have had my house ford.

a week at command; I have turned away my other Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them : 'Come. Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of

(Exeunt. errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not know what's brought to pass under the profes. |SCENE IV-A Room in Ford's House. Enter sion of fortune-telling. She works by charins, by Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sir spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is ;

Hugh Evans. beyond our element: we know nothing. ---Come down, you witch, you hay you ; come down, I say; || as ever I did look uponi


Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman Mrs. Ford. Nay, good sweet husband ;-good gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman.

Page. And did he send you both these letters at

an instant? Enter Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mrs. Page.

Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.

Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what Mrs. Page. Come, mother Pratt, come, give me

thou wilt; your hand.

I rather will suspect the sun with cold, Ford. I'll prat her : -Out of my door, you|| Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy honour witch! (beats him.) you rág, you baggage, you

stand, polecat, you ronyon? out! out! I'll conjure yon, || In him that was of late a heretic, I'll fortune-tell you.

Erit Falstaff. || As firm as faith. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. have kill'd the poor woman.

Be not as extreme in submission, Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it:

-Tis a goodly | As in offence; credit for you.

But let our plot go forward : let our wives Ford. Hang ber, witch!

Yet once again, to make us public sport, Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a || Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. peard; I spy a great peard under her muffler. Ford. There is no better way than that they Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech

spoke of. you, follow ; see but the issue of my jealousy : if I Page. How! to send him word they'll meet him cry out thus upon no trail, never trust me when I in the park at midnight! fie, fie ; he'll never come. open4 again.

Eva. You say he has been thrown in the rivers; Page. Let's obey his humour a little further ; || and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman, Come, gentlemen. (Ex. Page, Ford, Shal. and Eva.methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he

Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. I should not come; methinks his flesh is punished,

Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not ; l he shall have no desires. he beat him most unpitifully, methought.

Page. So think I too. Mrs. Page. P'll have the cudgel hallowed, and Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when bung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service.

he comes, Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the || And let us two devise to bring him thithér. warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Hemne conscience, parsue him with any further revenge?

the hunter, Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, | Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fce-|| Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle;

Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we|And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a have served him?

chain Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means ; if it be but to In a most hideous and dreadful manner. scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If You have heard of such a spirit; and well you they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous

know, fat kpight shall be any further afflicted, we two will | The superstitious idle-headed elds still be the ministers.

Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have bim pub-|| This tale of Herne the hunter for å truth. (1) Lover.

(2) Scab.
(3) Scent.

(6) Old age. (4) Cry out. (5) Strikes.

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