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Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak | love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my Host. Let him die : but, first, sheath thy impa. patients. tience; throw cold water on thy choler : go about Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary tothe fields with me through Frogmore: I will bring wards Anne Page ; said I well ? thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house, a Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said. feasting; and thou shalt woo her : said I well ? Host. Let us wag then.
Carus. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. - A Field near Frogmore. who belike, having received wrong by some person,
is at most odds with his own gravity and patience,
that ever you saw. Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's
Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upwards ; serving man, and friend Simple by your name, I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick ?
learning, so wide of his own respect.
Eva. What is he? Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward,
Page. I think you know him; master doctor every way; old Windsor way, and every way but
Caius, the renowned French physician. the town way. Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also
Eva. I had as lief you would tell me of a mess
of porridge. look that
way. Şim. I will, sir.
Page. Why? Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and Galen, - and he is a knave besides; a cowardly
Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and trembling of mind! — I shall be glad, if he have deceived me: – how melancholies I am!-- 1 knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal.
Page. I warrant you he's the man should fight with will knog his knave's costards, when I have good
him. opportunities for the 'ork: — 'pless my soul ! (Sings.
Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
Shal. It appears so, by his weapons : – - Keep
them asunder; - here comes doctor Caius.
Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.
Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your
Shal. So do you, good master doctor.
Host. Disarm them, and let them question : let
them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. To shallow
Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.
ear : Verefore vill you not meet a-me ? Eva. He's welcome :
Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time.
Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, To shallow rivers, to whose falls Heaven prosper the right ! - What weapons is he? Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to
Sim. No weapons, sir : There comes my master, other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog- and I will one way or other make you amends: more, over the stile, this way
and I will knog your knave's cogscomb, for missing Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep your meetings and appointments. it in your arms.
Caius. Diable ! – Jack Rugby, — mine Host de Enter PAGE, SHallow, and SLENDER.
Jarlerre, have I not stay for him, to kill hina? have
I not, at de place I did appoint? Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow,
Eva. As I am a christians soul, now, look
you, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
mine host of the Garter. Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page !
Host. Peace, I say, Guallia, and Gaul, French Page. Save you, good sir Hugh!
and Welsh ; soul-curer and body-curer. Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! excellent ! Shal. What! the sword and the word ! do you
Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. study them both, master parson ?
Am I politick ? am I subtlc ? am I a Machiavel ? Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and Shall I lose my doctor? no ; he gives me the pohose, this raw rheumatic day?
tions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my sir Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.
Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noPage. We are come to you, to do a good office, verbs. - Give me thy hand, terrestrial ; so :- Give master parson.
me thy hand, celestial ; so. Boys of art, 1 have Eva. Fery well : What is it?
deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, places : your hearts are mighty, your skins are
whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. — Come
lay their swords to pawn : - Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow.
Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, Sir Huch Shal. Trust me, a mad host : – Follow, gentle
Evans, Caius, and Rugby. men, follow.
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer (Exeunt Shal. SLEN. PAGE, and Host. at home; and I pray you, all go with me. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. de sot of us ? ha, ha!
Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break stog. - I desire you, that we may be friends; and with her for more money than I'll speak of. let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on Shal. We have lingered about a match between this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day host of the Garter.
we shall have our answer. Caius. By gar, vit all my heart: he promise to bring Slen. hope I have your good-will, father Page. me vere is Anne Page : by gar, he deceive me too. Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly
Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles : — Pray you, for you: — but my wife, master doctor, is for you follow.
Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; SCENE II. - The Street in Windsor.
my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. Enter Mistress Page and ROBIN.
Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; writes verses, he speaks holyday 5; he smells April
he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a and May: he will carry't, he will carry't. leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes,
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you.
The or eye your master's heels ? Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a
gentleman is of no having : he kept company with a man, than follow him like a dwarf. Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy ; now, I knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my
region, he knows too much. No, he shall not see, you'll be a courtier.
substance: if he take her, let him take her simply; Enter FORD.
the wealth I have, waits on my consent, and my Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you? consent goes not that way.
Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go at home?
home with me to dinner : besides your cheer, you Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, shall have sport; I will show you a monster. for want of company: I think if your husbands Master doctor, you shall go ; - so shall you, master were dead, you two would marry.
Page; - and you, sir Hugh. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, - two other husbands. Shal. Well, fare you well : - we shall have the Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? freer wooing at master Page's. Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what his name is my
[Exeunt Shallow and SLENDER. husband had him of: What do you call your Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. knight's name, sirrah ?
[Exit Rugby. Rob. Sir John Falstaff.
Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest Ford. Sir John Falstaff!
knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name.
[Exit Host. There is such a league between my good man and Ford. (Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipe-wine he! - Is your wife at home, indeed ?
first with him ; I'll make him dance. Will you go, Ford. Indeed, she is.
gentles? Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir ; — I am sick, till All. Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt. I see her.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ; SCENE III. A Room in Ford's House. hath he any thinking? Sure they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty
Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank Mrs. Ford. What, John ! what, Robert ! twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's inclination ;
Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly: Is the buck-bashe gives her folly motion, and advantage : and now
ketshe's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. Mrs. Ford. I warrant : What, Robin, I say. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind ! and Falstaff's boy with her ! — Good plots ! — they
Enter Servants wilh a basket. are laid ; and our revolted wives share damnation
Mrs. Page. Come, come, come. together. Well; I will take him, then torture my Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down. wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the
Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we must so seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for be brief. a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent
Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brewstrikes.] The clock gives me my cue, and my as- house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, surance bids me search ; there I shall find Falstaff: and (without any pause, or staggering,) take this I shall be rather praised for this than mocked; for basket on your shoulders : that done trudge with it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in there : I will go. 4 Shall encourage.
5 Out of the common style.
Datchet-mead, and there empty it in the muddy Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk ditch, close by the Thames' side.
by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me as Mrs. Page. You will do it?
the reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over ; they Mrs. Ford. Well heaven knows, how I love you ; lack no direction: Begone, and come when you and you shall one day find it. are called.
[Exeunt Servants. Fal. Keep in that mind ; I'll deserve it. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or
else I could not be in that mind. Enter Robin.
Rob. [within.) Mistress Ford, mistress Ford ! Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket ? 6 what here's mistress Page at the door, sweating, and news with you ?
blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak Rob. My master sir John is come in at your back with you presently. door, mistress Ford; and requests your company.
Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce 9 me Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent7, have you behind the arras. been true to us?
Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tat· Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn : My master knows not tling woman. — (Falstaff hides himself. of your being here; and hath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, he
Enter Mrs. Page and ROBIN. swears, he'll turn me away.
What's the matter? how now ? Mrs. Page. Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy of Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee done? You're shamed, you are overthr you a new doublet and hose. -- I'll go hide me.
are undone for ever. Mrs. Ford. Do so : - - Go tell thy master, I ar Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. Page?
Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! having Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, an honest man to your husband, to give him such hiss me.
[Exit Mrs. PAGE. cause of suspicion ! Mrs. Ford. Go to then; we'll use this gross Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? watery pumpion ; we'll teach him to know turtles Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ! – Out from jays.
upon you! how am I mistook in you ? Enter FALSTAFF.
Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter? Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel !
Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, woWhy, now let me die, for I have lived long enough: man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for this is the period of my ambition : O this blessed a gentleman, that, he says, is here, now in the hour!
house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of Mrs. Ford. O sweet sir John !
his absence: you are undone. Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate,
Mrs. Ford. Speak louder, [Aside.] — 'Tis not mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I would so, I hope. thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before the have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your
Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you best lord, I would make thee my lady.
Mrs. Ford. I your lady, sir John ! alas, I should husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, be a pitiful lady.
to search for such a one. I come before to tell Fal. Let the court of France show me such an- you: If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of other: I see how thine eye would emulate the dia- it: but if you have a friend here, convey, convey mond : Thou hast the right arched bent of the brow,
him out. Be not amazed ; call all your senses to that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any you: defend your reputation, or bid farewell to tire of Venetian admittance.
your good life for ever. Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John : my brows
Mrs. Ford. What shall I do? — There is a genbecome nothing else ; nor that well neither.
tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own Fal. Thou art a traitor to say so : thou would'st shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a make an absolute courtier : and the firm fixture of thousand pound, he were out of the house. thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait,
Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou wert, rather, and you had rather ; your husband's here if fortune thy foe were not; nature is thy friend at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the Come, thou canst not hide it.
house you cannot hide him. — 0, how have you Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in deceived me! - Look, here is a basket : if he be
of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade and throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. to bucking: Or, it is whiting-time ', send him by Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and your two men to Datchet-mead. that, like a many of these lisping haw-thorn buds,
Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there: What that come like women in men's apparel, and smell shall I do ? like Bucklers-burys in simple-time; I cannot : but
Re-enter FALSTAFF. I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it. Fal. Let me see't! let me see't! O let me see't!
Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir ; I fear, you I'll in, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel ; love mistress Page.
Mrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff! Are these 6 A young small hawk.
your letters, knight? ? A puppet thrown at in Lent, like shrove-cocks. 8 Formerly chiefly inhabited by druggists.
Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me Mrs. Page. Heard you that ? away: let me creep in here ; I'll never —
Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace : You use me well, [He goes into the basket ; they cover him master Ford, do you ? with foul linen.
Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your Call your men, mistress Ford : You dissembling thoughts ! knight.
Ford. Amen. Mrs Ford. What, John, Robert, John! (Erit Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, masROBIN; Re-enter Servants.] Go, take up these ter Ford. clothes here, quickly; Where's the cowl-staff? 2 Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. look, how you drumbles; carry them to the laun- Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in dress in Datchet-mead ; quickly, come.
the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses,
heaven forgive my sins ! Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect without
Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? your jest; I deserve it. – How now? whither bear I would not have your distemper in this kind, for
the wealth of Windsor Castle. Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither
Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience ; your wife they bear it? You were best meddle with buck is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five washing.
thousand, and five hundred too. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of
Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. the buck! Buck, buck, buck ? Ay, buck; I war
Ford. Well; – I promised you a dinner : rant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall ap- Come, come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon pear. [Ereuni Servants with the basket.] Gentle me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I men, I have dreamed to-night: I'll tell you my Page : I pray you pardon me ; pray heartily, par
have done this. - Come, wife; - come mistress dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out: l'll warrant we'll unkennel the fox: — Let me stop this way first :
Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me,
we'll mock him, So now uncape.
I do invite you to-morrow mornPage. Good master Ford, be contented : you together; I have a fine hawk for the bush : Shall it
ing to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding wrong yourself too much. Ford. True, master Page. -Up, gentlemen; you
be so ? shall see sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. [Exit.
Ford. Any thing. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours, and jea
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the lousies.
company. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France: it is
Ford. Pray you go, master Page. not jealous in France.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue on the knave, mine host. of his search. (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.
Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in
Eva. A knave; to have his gibes and his mockthis?
[Ereunt. Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or sir John.
SCENE IV. - A Room in Page's House. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket ?
Enter Fenton, and Mistress ANNE Page. Mrs. Ford. Throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would, Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. all of the same strain were in the same distress.
Anne. Alas! how then ?
Why, thou must be thyself. cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
And that, my state being gall’d with my expence, Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that : And we
I seek to heal it only by his wealth : will yet have more tricks with Falstaff; his dissolute Besides these, other bars he lays before me, disease will scarce obey this medicine.
My riots past, my wild societies; Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, I should love thee, but as a property.
And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to
Anne. May be, he tells you true. betray him to another punishment ?
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to
come! morrow eight o'clock, to have amends.
Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne : Re-enter Ford, Page, Carus, and Sir Hugh Evans. Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave And 'tis the very riches of thyself
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; bragged of that he could not compass.
That now I aim at.
Gentle master Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir :
this is my
If opportunity and humblest suit.
Come, master Shallow : come, son Slender ; in :Cannot attain it, why then. Hark you hither. Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. [ They converse apart.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and SLENDER. Enter Shallow, SLENDER, and Mrs. Quickly.
Quick. Speak to mistress Page.
Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Shal. Break their talk, Mrs. Quickly; my kins
daughter man shall speak for himself.
In such a righteous fashion as I do, Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't4: slid, 'tis Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, but venturing.
I must advance the colours of my love, Shal. Be not dismay'd.
And not retire : Let me have your good will. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me : I care not Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' for that, -- but that I am afeard.
fool. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better word with you.
husband. Anne. I come to him. — This is my father's Quick. That's my master, master doctor. choice.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
And bowl'd to death with turnips. Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself : Good
master Fenton. Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray I will not be your friend, nor enemy: you, a word with you.
My daughter will I question how she loves you, Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou And as I find her, so am I affected ; hadst a father.
'Till then, farewell sir :- - She must needs go in; Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne; — my uncle Her father will be angry. can tell you good jests of him :- Pray you, uncle,
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Quick. This is my doing now;
Nay, said I, Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
will you cast away your child on a fool, and a Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman physician ? Look on master Fenton: in Glocestershire,
doing. Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once toSlen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,
night under the degree of a 'squire.
Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy pains. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty
[Erit. pounds jointure.
Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for kind heart he hath: a woman would run through himself.
fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for would my master had mistress Anne; or I would that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave master slender had her; or, in sooth, I would you.
master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for Anne. Now, master Slender.
them all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
as good as my word; but speciously 6 for master Anne. What is
Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty John Falstaff from my two mistresses : What a jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank beast am I to slack 7 it.
[Erit. heaven ; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
SCENE V. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you
A Room in the Garter Inn. with me? Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or
Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH, nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have Fal. Bardolph, I say, — made motions : if it be my luck, so : if not, happy Bard. Here, sir. man be his dole! 5 They can tell you how things Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast go, better than I can : You may ask your father ; in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in here he comes.
a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal ? and to Enter Page, and Mistress Page.
be thrown into the Thames? Well; if I be served
such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, Page. Now, master Slender: – Love him, daugh- and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new ter Anne.
year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river Why, how now! what does master Fenton here?
with as little remorse as they would have drowned You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :
blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter : and you may I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.
know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. sinking; if the bottom were ever so deep, I should Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to down. I had been drowned, but that the shore
was shelvy and shallow : a death that I abhor ; for Page. She is no match for you.
the water swells a man; and what a thing should I Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
have been, when I had been swelled! I should Page.
No, good master Fenton. have been a mountain of mummy. * A proverb -- 1 shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt a thick