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Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a 'squire..
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave Anne. Now, master Slender. Slen. Now, good Mistress Anne. Anne. What is your will?
Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.. [with me? Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you Sien. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have made motions: if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: You may ask your father; here
Enter PAGE, and Mistress PAGE. Page. Now, master Slender:-Love him, daughter Anne.-
Why, how now! What does master Fenton here?
Feat. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good master Fenton,
I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan. Quick. This is my doing now;-Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on master Fenton :-this is my doing.
Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy pains. Exit.
Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously for master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to slack it? [Exit.
SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Fal. Bardolph, I say,
Bard. Here, sir.
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast
in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown into the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them to a dog. for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled! Î should have been a mountain of mummy.
Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine. Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.
Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in.
Bard. Come in, woman.
Enter Mistress QUICKLY.
Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Take away these chalices: Go brew me a pottle of sack finely.
Bard. With eggs, sir?
Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.-[Exit Bardolph.]—How now?
Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from mistress Ford.
mistook their erection.
Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I her fault: she does so take on with her men; they was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full of ford. Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not [man's promise. Fal. So did I build upon a foolish woQuick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a-birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine: I must carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you.
Fal. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so; and bid her think what a man is: let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit.
Quick. I will tell her.
Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou ? Quick. Eight and nine, sir!
Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
[Exit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he sent me word to stay within: I like his money well. O, here he comes.
Enter FORD. Ford. Bless you, sir!
Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife? Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was at her house the hour she appointed me. Ford. And how sped you, sir?
Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. Ford. How so, sir? Did she change her determination?
Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornuto her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.
Ford. What, while you were there?
Fal. While I was there.
Ford. And how long lay you there?
Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave their master in the door, who asked them once or twice what they had in their basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave would have searched it; but fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well: on went he for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether, next, to be compassed, like a good bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head: and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes, that fretted in their own grease: think of that,-a man of my kidney,— think of that; that am as subject to heat, as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that,-hissing hot, think of that, master Brook.
Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then is desperate; you'll undertake her no more.
Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a-birding: I have received from her another embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Brook.
Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.
Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appointment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her: Adieu. You shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. [Exit. Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be married! this 'tis to have linen and buck-baskets!-Well, I will proclaim myself what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house: he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box; but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame; if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me, I'll be horn-mad. [Exit.
throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come suddenly.
Mrs. Page, I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young man here to school. Look, where his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. Enter Sir HUGH EVANS.
How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day? [play. Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave to Quick. Blessing of his heart!
Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence. Eva. Come hither, William; hold up your head;
Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah: hold up your head; answer your master, be not afraid.
Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns? Will. Two.
Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number more; because they say, od's nouns.
Eva. Peace your tattlings.-What is fair, WilWill. Pulcher. [liam? Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than poulcats, sure.
Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray you, peace.-What is lapis, William? Will. A stone.
Eva. And what is a stone, William?
Eva. That is good, William. What is he, William, that does lend articles?
Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc.
Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog;-pray you mark; genetivo, hujus: Well, what is your accusative case?
Will. Accusativo, hinc.
Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog. [you. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the focative case, William?
Will. O-vocativo, O.
Eva. Remember, William, focative is caret. Quick. And that's a good root.
Eva. 'Oman, forbear.
Mrs. Page. Peace.
Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? Will. Genitive case?
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.
Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves, and to call horum fie upon you!
Eva. Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of the genders? Thou art as foolish christian creatures as I would desires.
Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace.
Eva. Shew me now, William, some declensions of your pronouns.
Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.
Eva. It is ki, kæ, cod; if you forget your kies, your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. Go your ways, and play, go. The was. Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought. Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, mistress Page.
Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Hugh.] Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay too long. [Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Room in Ford's House. Enter FALSTAFF and Mistress FORD. Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not only, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your husband now?
Mrs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet sir John.
Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. [Exit Falstaff.
Enter Mistress PAGE.
Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at home beside yourself?
Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people.
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly:-Speak louder.(A side.
Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again: he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, crying Peer-out, peer out! that any madness, I ever yet beheld, seemed but tameness, civility, and patience, to this his distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here.
Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket: protests to my husband, he is now here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their company from their sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion; but I am glad the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery.
Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will be here anon.
Mrs. Ford. I am undone!--the knight is here. Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man. What a woman are you? -Away with him, away with him; better shame
Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again? Re-enter FALSTAFF.
Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I not go out, ere he come?
Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what make you here? [chimney.
Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into the Mrs. Ford. There they always used to discharge their birding-pieces: Creep into the kiln-hole.
Fal. Where is it?
Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his note: There is no biding you in the house.
Fal. I'll go out then.
as big as he is; and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler too: Run up, sir John.
Page and I will look some linen for your head. Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John: mistress
straight: put on the gown the while. [Exit Falstaff. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you
him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her my house, and hath threatened to beat her.
Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards! Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming? Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence.
Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as they did last time.
Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford.
Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen for him straight. [Exit. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough.
We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,
Re-enter Mistress FORD, with two Servants. Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch. [Exit. 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up. [again. 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead.
Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and Sir HUGH EVANS.
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my wife : have you any way then to unfool me again?-Set
-You, youth in a basket, come out here!-0,
you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me: Now shall the devil behold what honest clothes you send forth to the be shamed. What! wife, I say! come, come forth; bleaching.
not to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned. Page. Why, this passes! Master Ford, you are Eva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad [deed. Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; inEnter Mistress FORD.
Ford. So say I too, sir.-Come hither, mistress Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, mistress, do I?
Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if you suspect me in any dishonesty.
Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. Come forth, sirrah.
[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. Page. This passes! [alone. Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the clothes Ford. I shall find you anon.
Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife's clothes? Come away.
Ford. Empty the basket, I say.
Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket: Why may not he be there again? In my house I am sure he is my intelligence is true; my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me out all the linen.
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 Mistress PAGE.
Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give me your hand.
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 fortune-tell you. [Exit Falstaff. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you have killed the poor woman. Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :- "Tis a goodly credit 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, never trust me when I open again. [Come, gentlemen. Page. Let's obey his humour a little further: [Exeunt 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 hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service.
Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any farther revenge?
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in feesimple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.
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 publicly shamed; and, methinks, there would be no period to the jest, should he not be publicly shamed.
Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, shape it: I would not have things cool. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
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.
Host. 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.
them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had my house Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make a week at command; I have turned away my other guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them: Come. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-A Room in Ford's House. Enter PAGE, FORD, Mistress PAGE, Mistress FORD, and SIR HUGH EVANS.
Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as ever I did look upon. [an instant? Page. And did he send you both these letters at Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what thou I rather will suspect the sun with cold, [wilt; Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour In him, that was of late an heretic, [stand, As firm as faith. "Tis well, 'tis well; no more. Be not as éxtreme in submission, As in offence;
But let our plot go forward: let our wives
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 into 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.
[he comes, Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: But what of this?
Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device; That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head. Page. 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,
Then let them all encircle him about,
The children must Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. Eca. I will teach the children their behaviours; and I will be like a jack-a-napes also, to burn the knight with my taber. [vizards. Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the Finely attired in a robe of white. [fairies,
Page. That silk will I go buy-and in that time Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, (Aside.) And marry her at Eton.- -Go, send to Falstaff straight.
Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook; He'll tell me all his purpose: Sure, he'll come. Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us proAnd tricking for our fairies. [perties, Era. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, and fery honest knaveries.
[Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans. Mrs. Page. Go, Mrs. Ford, Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind. [Exit Mrs. Ford. I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. That Slender, thongh well landed, is an idiot; And he my husband best of all affects: The doctor is well money'd, and bis friends Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her, Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, thick-skin? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, suap.
St. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John Falstaff from master Slender.
Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new: Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto thee: Knock, I say.
Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she come down: I come to speak with her, indeed.
Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed: I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully sir John! speak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.
Fal. (Above.) How now, mine host?
Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, bully, let ber descend; my chambers are honourable : Fye! privacy? fye!
Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she's gone. [Brentford? Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of Pal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell: What would you with her?
Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain, or no.
Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir?
Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about mistress Ann Page; to know if it were my master's fortune to have her, or no.
Ful. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune,
Sim. What, sir?
[told me so.
Fal. To have her, or no: Go; say, the woman
Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my master glad with these tidings. [Exit Simple. Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir John: Was there a wise woman with thee?
Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.
Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! meer cozenage! Host. Where be my horses? speak well of them,
Bard. Run away with the cozeners: for so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.
Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest
Enter SIR HUGH EVANS.
Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there is three cousin germans, that has cozened all the hosts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you for good-will, look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and be cozened: Fare you well. vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not convenient should [Exit.
Enter DR. CAIUS. Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre? Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and doubtful dilemma.
Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: But it is tell-a me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de court is know to come: I tell you for good vill: adieu. [Exit. Host. Hue and cry, villain, go:-assist me, knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I am undone! [Exeunt Host and Bardolph.
Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened; for I have been cozened, and beaten, too. If it should come to the ear of the court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant, they would whip me with their fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.
Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY. Now! whence come you?
Quick. From the two parties, forsooth.
Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have