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SCENE INI. — Aroom in the Garter Inn. Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hang'd, la. Enter Falstaff, Host, BARDOLPB, Nyai, Pistoi, Re-enter Anne Pace.

and Robix. Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne: Would 1 Fal. Mine host ofthe Garter, were yonng, for your sake, mistress Anne!

Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father desires and wisely. your worships' company.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne.

followers. Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the Host. Discard, buliy Hercules; cashier: let them

grace. (Exeunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans. wag ; trot, trot. Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir? Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week. Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am Host. Thou 'rt an emperor, Caesar, Keiser, and Phee

zar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall inne. The dinner attends yon, sir.

tap: said I well, bully Hector? Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: Go, Fal. Do so, good mine host. 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 Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good trade: but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: An old cloak makes a new jerkin ; a withered servingBut what though?yet I live like a poor gentleman born. man, a fresh tapster: Go; adieu. Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive. will not sit till you come.

[Exit Bard. Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much | Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spigot as though I did.

wield ? Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the humour Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank yon: I bruised conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the my shin the other day with playing at sword and dag- humour ofit. ger with a master of fence, three veneys for a dish of Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide the thefts were too open: his filching was like an unskilful smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? singer, he kept not time. be there bears i'the town?

Nyn. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest.
Anne. I think, there are, sir; I heard them talked of. Pist. Convey, the wise it call : Steal! foh; a fico for
Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel the phrase !
at it, as any man in England:- You are afraid, if you Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
see the bear loose, are you not?

Piss. Why then, let kibes ensue.
Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coneycatch; I
Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have seen must shift.
Sackerson loose, twenty times; and have taken him Pist. Young ravens must have food.
by the chain : but, I warrant you, the women have so Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?
cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd:— but women, Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
indeed, cannot avide’em; they are very ill-favoured Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
rough things.

Pist. Two yards, and more.
Re-enter Pace.

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

about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir.

wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, sir : carves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe come, come.

the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way.

of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am sir Page. Come on, sir.

Iohn Falstaff's.
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Pist. He hath studied her well and translated her Anne. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.

well; out of honesty into English. Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will not Nym. The anchor is deep. Will that hamour pass? do you that wrong.

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the role of her Anne. I pray you, sir.

husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly, than troublesome; Pist. As many devils entertain; und, To her, boy, you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. {Exeunt. say I.

Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the SCENE II. - The same

angels. 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' honse, auother 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 ey-
ly, which is in the manner of his nurse, or his dry nurse, liads : sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot,
or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his sometimes my portly belly.

Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine.
Simp. Well, sir.

Nym. I thank thee for that humour.
Eva. Nay, it is petter yet: -- -givс her this letter; Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such
for it is a’oman, that altogether's acquaintance with a greedy'intention, that the appetite of her eye did
mistress Anne Page: and the letter is, to desire and seem to scorch me up like a burning glass! Here's an-
require her to solicit your master's desires to mistress other letter to her: 'she bears the purse too; she is a
Anne Page: I pray yon, be gone; I will make an end of region in Guiana,all gold and bounty. I will be cheater
my dinner; there's pippins and cheesc to come. to them both, and they shall be excheqnerş to me;

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to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page;| Quick. We shall all be shent! Run in here,good young and thou this to mistress Ford : we will thrive, lads, man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in the closet.] we will thrive.

He will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John, Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,

what, John, I say! Go, John, igo enquire for my And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all! master! I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not

Nym. I will run vo base honour: here, take the hu-home:– and down, down, adown-a, etc. [Sings. mour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation.

Enter Doctor Caics. Fal. Hold, sirrah, [10 Rob.] bear you these letters Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. Pray tightly;

you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a Saillike my pinnace to these golden shores. - box, a greenza box! Do intend vat I speak? a greenPogues, heuce, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; a box. Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he Falstaff will learu the humour of this age,

went not in himself; if he had found the young man, Freuch thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. he would have been horn-mad.

(Aside. (Exeunt Falstal and Robin. Caius. Fe, fese, fe! ma a foi, il fait fort chaud. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and ful- Je m'en vais a la Cour, la grandajfaire. lam holds,

Quick. Is it this, sir? And high and low beguile the rich and poor:

čaius, Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, quickly :- Vere is dat knave Rugby? Base Phrygian Turk!

Quick. What, Johu Rugby! John! Nym. I have operations in my head, which be hu- Rug. Here, sir. mours of revenge.

Caius. You arc John Rugby,and you are Jack Rugby. Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to Nyın. By welkin, and her star!

de court. Pist. With wit or steel?

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Nym. With both the humours, I:

Caius. By my trot,I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ai Zwill discuss the humour of this love to Page. j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill Pist. And I to f'ord shallekeunfold,

not for the varld I shall leave behind. How Falstall, varlet vile,

Quick. Ah me!he'll find the young man there, and be His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

mad. And his soit couch defile.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? – VilNym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page lainy!larron! [Pulling Simple out.]Rugby,ny rapier. to deal with poison: I will possess him with yellowuess, Quick. Good master, be content. for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true Cuius. Verefore shall I be content-a? humour.

Quick. The young man is an honest man, Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second

Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet ?dere thee; troop on.

(Exeunt. is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the SCENCIV. - Aroom in Dr Caius' house. truth ofit: He came of an errand to me from parson Enter Mrs QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RucBY.

Caius. Vell.

Hugh. Quick. What; Jom Rugby!- I pray thee, go to the Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to casement, and see if you cau see my master, master Quick. Peace, I pray you. Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, patience, and the king's English,

to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit Rugby.master, in the way of marriage. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.- An ho- finger in the fire, and need not. nest, willing, kind fellow, as cver servant shall come Cuius. Sir Hugh send-a you? — Rugby, baillez mo in house withal ; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor some paper! Tarry you a little-a while.

[Writes. no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that he is given to Quick, I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoprayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody roughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, but has his fault; but let that pass. - Peter Simple, and so inclancholy;- but notwithstanding, man, I'll you say your name is?

do your master what good I can: and the very yea Sim, Ay, forfault of a better.

the no is, the French doctor, my master, - Í may call Quick. And master Slender's your master ?

him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I Sim. Ay, forsooth.

wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, Quick. Does he pot wear a great round beard, like a make the beds, and do all myself'; glover's paring knife?

Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's Sim. No, forsooth: lie hath but a little wee face, with hand. a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard.

Quick. Are you avis'd o’that?

you shall find it a great Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

charge: aud to be up early and down late ; – but notSim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands,

twithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I would have as any is between this and his head; he hath fought no words of it;) my master himselfis in love with miswith a warrener.

tress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, - I know Quick. How say you? 0, I should remember him; Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there. does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in Caius. Yon jack'nape; give-a dis letter to sir IIugh; Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

his gait? by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Pageno worse for- and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-vape priest to meddle time! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for or make: - you may be gone; it is not good you tarry your master: Anneis a good girl, and I wish

here :

by gar. I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, Re-enter Plugby,

he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

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John FALSTAFF, Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:- do not yon tell-a What a Herod of Jewry is this?-0 wicked, wicked, me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? — by gar, I world!-one, that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed of de Jarterre to measure our weapon :-by gar, I vill behaviour hath this Flemish drupkurd picked (with myself have Anne Page.

the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: in this manner assay me? Why,he hath not been thrice we must give folks leave to prate:What, the good-jer! in my company !- What should I say to him? — I was Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me; By gar, then frugal of my mirth: – heaven forgive me! if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putmy door!-Follow my heels, Rugby.

ting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? (E.reunt Caius and Rugby. for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. puddings. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in

Enter Mistress FORD. Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor Mrs Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

your house. Fent. (Within.] Who's within there, ho?

Mrs Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. Yon Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, look very ill.

Mrs Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show Enter FENTON.

to the contrary. Fent. Ilow now, good woman; how dost thon? Mrs Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Quick. The better that it pleases your good worship Mrs Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show to ask.

you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give me some Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne ? counsel ! Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, Mrs Page. What's the matter, woman? and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you Mrs Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling that by the way; I praise heaven for it.

respect, I could come to such honour ! Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not Mrs Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour: lose my suit?

what is it? Dispense with trifles; what is it? Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but not- Mrs Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal withstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, moment, or so, I could be knighted. she loves you: - have not your worship a wart above Mrs. Page. What?-thou liest !-Sir Alice Ford! your eye?

These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not alFent. Yes, marry, havel; what of that?

ter the article of thy gentry, 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 howl 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 diffewart; - I shall never laugh but in that maid's com-rence of men’s liking: and yet he would not swear;

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 uncomcliness, 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 me

keep place together than the hundredth psalm to the Quick. Willi? 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, Fent. Well,farewell; I am in great haste now. . [Exit. the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an honest wicked fire of lust have melted him in his owo grease. gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's – Did you ever hear the like? mind as well as another does. Out upon't! what Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of have I forgot?

[Exit. Page and Ford diflers ! - 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 A CT II.

never shall. I warrant, he hath a thousand of these letSCENE I. - Before Page's house.

ters, writ with blank space for diferentnames, (sure Enter Mistress Pace, with a letter.

more,) and these are of the second edition : lie will Mrs Page. What! have l’scaped love-letters in the print them out of doubt; for he cares not what he puts holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject into tire press, when he would put us two. I had rather for them? Let me see:

(Reads. be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will Ask me no reason why I love you; for though lore find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste inan. use reason for his precisian, he admitshim not for his Mrs l'ord. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, counsellor: you are not young, no more am I; go to the very words: what doth he think of us? then, there's sympathy: You are merry, so am I ; Ha! Mrs Page. Nay, I know not:it makes me almost ready ha! then there's inore sympathy: you love sack, and to wrangle with mine owu honesty. I'll entertain my80 do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it self like one, that I am not acquainted withal;for, sure, suffice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the lore unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myof a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not self, he would never have boarded me in this fury. say, pily me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, Mrs Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to keep

him above deck, Thine own true knight,,

Mrs Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, By day or night,

I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's Or any kind of light,

appoint him a meeting; giveluim a show of comfort in With all his might,

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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 would offer it: but these, that accuse him in his intent against him that may not sully the chariness of our ho- stowards 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 an from yivieg 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?

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 hcad. Enter Ford, Pistol, Pace, 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 curtail 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 liquorin his pate,or money in his Both young and old, one with another, Ford; purse, when he looks so merrily: -- How now, miue 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, odions 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 tis ? 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 Cains the l’rench 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 out 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 beholdit? mour oflying. He hath wronged me in some humours; My merry host hath had the measuring of their weaI should have borne the humonred letter to her; buti 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, may guesttrne: --my nameis Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. cavalier? - Adieu! 'I love not the hunour of bread and cheese; Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of and there's the humour of it. Adieu. [Exit Nym. burnt sack to give merecourse to him, and tell him, my

Page. The humour of it, qaoth 'a!'here's a fellow name is Brook; only for a jest. frights humour out of his wits.

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

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. Ifl 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 yon. and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page ;'lis 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. I melancholy? I am not melancholy. - Get lihe rats. yon home, go.

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

than fight.

E.reunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Mrs Page. Have with you. You'll come to dinner, Ford. Thongh Page bea secure pol, 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 Pages 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 Falstall. 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.

SCENE II.-Aroom in the Garter Inn. Exeunt Mrs Page. Mrs Ford, and Mrs Quickly.

Enter l'alSTAFF and PisTOL. Page. How now, master Ford ?

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

with sword will open.--I will retort the sum in cquiPage. Yes; and you leard what the other told me?

page. Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? i Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you

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should lay my conntenance 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 sce Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen the picture, she says, that you wot of;-master Ford, pence?

her husbaud, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woPal

. 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 ine 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 fartuvus 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 toʻshuffle, to hedge, prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other : and to lurch; and yet you, rogne, 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. Inever 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 fort! Fal. Let her approach!

Fal. But, I pray thce, 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 Tal. 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 in-I 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 terlife 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 yon, 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.

aud ihe boy never need to understand any thing; for Ful. 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 kuow 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 thon, 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 wonld 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 a morniug'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 yon, they could never get her Pal. 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 carls, 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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