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Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies.
Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for..
Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; let them şay of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's leman. Satisfy me once more; once more search with me.
Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page ! come you, and the old woman down; my husband will come into the chamber.
Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that?
Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford.
Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is; beyond our element: we know nothing.-- Come down, you witch, you hag you; come down I say.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband ;-good gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman.
Enter FALSTAFF in women's clothes, led by Mrs. PAGE.
Mrs. Page. Come, mother Pratt, come, give me Ford. I'll prat her: Out of my door,
you witch! [beats him.] you rag, you baggage, you polecat, you ronyon!: out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll for
[Erit FALSTAFF. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you have kill'd the poor woman.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it: 'Tis a goodly crë
dit for you.
Ford. Hang her, witch!
Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great peard ; I spy a great peard under her muffler.
Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you, follow ; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out thus upon no trail, 4 never trust me when I opens again.
Page. Let's obey his humour a little further : Come, gentlemen.
[Ereunt Page, FORD, SHALLOW, and Evans. Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most unpitifully, methought.
Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hang o'er the altar ; it hath done meritorious service.
Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the warrant of woman-hood, and the witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee-simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.
$ Cry out.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?
Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be the ministers.
Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him publickly shamed: and, methinks, there would be no period to the jest, should he not be publickly shamed.
Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, shape it: I would not have things cool.
A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Host and BARDOLPH. Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at court, and they are going to meet him.
Hlvst. What duke should that be, comes so secretly? I hear not of him in the court: Let me speak with the gentlemen; they speak English?
Bard. Ay, sir ; I'll call them to you.
Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had my houses a week at command; I have turned away my other guests : they must come off; I'll sauce them: Come.
A Room in Ford's House.
Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and
Sir Hugu EVANS. Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as ever I did look upon.
Page. And did he send you both these letters at an instant?
Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
wilt; I rather will suspect the sun with cold, Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of.
Page. How! to send him word they'll meet him in the park at midnight! fie, fie; he'll never come.
Eva. You say, he has been thrown in the rivers ; and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman:. methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he
should not come; methinks, his flesh is punished, he shall have no desires.
Page. So think I too.
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: But what of this ?
Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device; T'hat Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head.
Puge. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, And in this shape: When you have brought him
thither, What shall be done with him? what is your plot? Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon,
and thus : Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,
? Old age.