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Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, un in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in der the degree of a 'squire. .

a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to Shal. He will make you a handred and fifty be thrown into tbe Thames? Well, if I be served poands jointure.

[himself. such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, Arne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for and batter'd, and give them to a dog. for a new

Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river that good comfort.-She calls you, coz: l’tỉ leave with as little remorse as they would have drowned Anne. Now, master Slender.

[you. a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter : and you Slen. Now, good Mistress Anne.

may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity Anne. What is your will ?

in sinking ; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty should down. I had been drowned, but that the jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abbeaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give hor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing bearen praise.

(with me? should I have been, when I had been swelled ! I Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you should bave been a mountain of mummy. Sler. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or

Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine. Dothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have made motions : if it be my luck, so; if not, happy with you.

Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak man be his dole! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: Yon may ask your father ; here Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had

Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the be comes. Enter Page, and Mistress Page.

swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins.

Call her in. Pege. Now, master Slender:-Love him, daugh

Bard. Come in, woman. ter AnneWhy, how pow! What does master Fenton here?

Enter Mistress QUICKLY. You wroog me, sir, thus still to haunt iny house : Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: Give I told you, sir, my daughter is disposed of. your worship good-morrow. Feni. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.

Fal. Take away these chalices : Go brew me a Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to my pottle of sack finely. Page. She is no match for you, [child. Bard. With eggs, sir? Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my Page.

No, good master Fenton. brewage.-(Exit Bardolph.]-How now? Come, master Shallow; come, son Slender; in : Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. mistress Ford. [Ereunt Page,

Shallow, and Slender. Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I Quick. Speak to mistress Page. (daughter was thrown into the ford : I have my belly full of ford. Pent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your her

faalt: she does so take on with her men ; they In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, mistook their erection.

(man's promise. I must advance the colours of my love,

Fal. So did I mine, to build apon a foolish woAnd not retire: Let me have your good will. Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this fool.

[husband. morning a-birding; she desires you once more to Mrs, Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better come to her between eight and nine : I must carQuick. That's my master, master doctor. ry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I

A rne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i’ the earth, warrant you. And bowl'd to death with turnips.

Fal. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so ; and bid Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good her think what a man is : let her consider his master Fenton,

frailty, and then judge of my merit. I will not be your friend, nor enemy :

Quick. I will tell her. My daughter will I question how she loves you, Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou? And as I find her, so am I affected ;

Quick. Eight and nine, sir! *Till then, farewell, sir :-She must needs go in; Fal. Well, be gone : I will not miss her. Her father will be angry.

Quick. Peace be with you, sir.

[Exit. (Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook ; he Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ;. farewell, Nan. sent me word to stay within : I like bis money well.

Quick. This is my doing now ;-Nay, said I, will 0, bere he comes. you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician?

Enter FORD. Look on master Fenton :-- this is my doing.

Ford. Bless you, sir! Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, opce to-night Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy pains. what hath passed between me and Ford's wife?

Exit. Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. Quick. Now beaven send thee good fortune! A Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was kied heart be hath: a woman would run through at her house the hour she appointed me. fire and water for sacb a kind heart. But yet, I Ford. And how sped you, sir? woald my master had mistress Anne ; or I would Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. master Sleader had ber; or, in sooth, I would mas Ford. How so, sir ? Did she change her deterter Fenton had her : I will do what I can for them mination ? all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornuas my word; but speciously for master Fenton. to her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a contiWell, I mast of another errand to sir John Falstaff naal 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of from my two mistresses ; what a beast am I to our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, proslack it?

(Exit. tested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.

comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his compa

nions, thither provoked and instigated by his disEnter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH.

temper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his Fal. Bardolph, I say,

wife's love. Bard. Here, sir.

Ford. What, while you were there? Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast Fal. While I was there.


Ford. And did he search for you, and could not, throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires find you?

you to come suddenly. Fal. You shall hear. As good lack would have it, Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but comes in one mistress Page ; gives intelligence of bring my young man here to school. Look, where Ford's approach; and, by her invention and Ford's his master comes ; 'tis a playing-day, I see. wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buckFord. A buck-basket!


Enter Sir Hugh EVANS. Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in How now, sir Hugh ? no school to-day? (play. with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave to and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was Quick. Blessing of his heart! the rankest compound of villainous smell, tlfat ever Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son offended nostril.

profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray Ford. And how long lay you there?

you, ask him some questions in his accidence. Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I Eva. Come hither, William ; hold up your head ; have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah : hold up your head ; of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by answer your master, be not afraid. their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul clothes Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns ? to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders ; Will. Two. met the jealous knave their master in the door, who Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one numasked them once or twice what they had in their ber more; because they say, od's nouns. basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave Eva. Peace your tatilings.- What is fair, Wilwould have searched it; bat fate,ordaining he should Will. Pulcher.

[liam ? be a cuckold, held his hand. Well: on went he for Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than a search, and away went I for fool clothes. But poulcats, sure. mark the sequel, master Brook : I suffered the pangs Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, you, peace. What is lapis, William ? to be detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether, Will. A stone. next, to be compassed, like a good bilbo, in the cir Eva. And what is a stone, William? cumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head :

Will. A pebble.

[your prain. and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, Eva. No, it is lapis; I pray you, remember in with stinking clothes, that fretted in their own

Will. Lapis. grease: think of that,-a man of my kidney, Eva. That is good, William. What is he, Wilthink of that; that am as subject to beat, as butter; liam, that does lend articles ? a man of continual dissolution and thaw ; it was a Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoon; and miracle to’scape suffocation. And in the height of be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, this bath, when I was more than half stewed in hoc. grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog ;-pray you Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, mark; genetivo, hujus : Well, what is your accusalike a borse-shoe ; think of that,--hissing hot, tive case ? think of that, master Brook.

Will. Accusativo, hinc. Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child; my sake you have suffered all this. My sait then Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

(you. is desperate; you'll undertake her no more.

Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her focative case, William ? thus. Her husband is this morning gone a-birding:

Will. 0- vocativo, 0, I have received from her another embassy of meet Eva. Remember, William, focative is caret. ing; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Brook. Quick. And that's a good root. Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.

Eva, 'Oman, forbear. Fal. Is it?' I will then address me to my ap Mrs. Page. Peace. pointment. Come to me at your

convenient leisure, Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? and you shall know how I speed; and the conclu Will, Genitive case? sion shall be crowned with your enjoying her: Eva. Ay. Adieu. You shall have ber, master Brook; master Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum. Brook, you shall cuckold Ford.

[Exit. Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her! Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a -never name her, child, if she be a whore. dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, Eva. For shame, 'oman. master Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words : master Ford. This 'tis to be married! this 'tis to he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll have liven and buck-baskets !--- Well, I will pro- do fast enough of themselves, and to call horum :claim myself what I am: I will now take the le- fie upon you? cher; he is at my house : he cannot’scape me; 'tis Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? bast thou no impossible he should; he cannot creep into a half- understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of penny purse, nor into a pepper-box; but, lest the the genders ? Thou art as foolish christian creadevil that guides him should aid him, I will search tures as I would desires. impossible places. Though what I am I cannot Mrs. Page. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace. avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make Eva. Shew me now, William, some declensions me tame; if I have horns to make one mad, let the of your pronouns. proverb go with me, I'll be horn-mad.


Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

Eva. It is ki, , cod; if you forget your kies, ACT IV.

your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. Scene I.--The Streel. Go yoor ways, and play, go.

she was. Enter Mistress Page, Mistress QUICKLY, and Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought. WILLIAM.

Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, mistress Page. think'st thou ?

Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Quick. Sure he is by this, or will be presently; Hugh.] Get you bome, boy.—Come, we stay too but truly he is very courageous mad, about his I long.


SCENE II.-A Room in Ford's House. as big as he is; and there's her thrum'd hat, and

Enter Falstaff and Mistress FORD. her muffler too : Run up, sir John. Pal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow bath eaten up my

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John : mistress safferance : I see, you are obsequious in your love, Page and I will look some linen for your head. and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not only; straight : put on tbe gown the while. (Exit Falstaff.

Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you aistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of him in this shape: he cannot abide the old womanı

Mrs. Ford, I would, my husband would meet it. But are you sure of your husband now? Mrs. Pord. He's a-birding, sweet sir John.

of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her Mrs. Page. (Within.) What hoa, gossip Ford !

my house, and hath threatened to beat ber. what boa!

Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John.

cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! (Exit Falstaff

Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming?
Enter Mistress Page.

Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and

talks of the basket too, howsoever be hath had inMrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at home telligence. beside yourself?

Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people.

men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the Mrs. Page. Indeed ?

door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Pord. No, certainly:-Speak louder.(A side. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Mrs. Ford. Why?

[here. Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen his old lanes again : he so takes on yonder with for him straight.

[Exit. my husband; so rails against all married mankind;

Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we canso curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion not misuse bim enough. soever ; and so buffets himself on the forehead,

We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, crying Peer-out, peer out! that any madness, I ever Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: yet beheld, seemed but tameness, civility, and pa We do not act, that often jest and laugh; tience, to this his distemper be is in now: I am glad "Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. [Exit. the fat knight is not here. Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?

Re-enter Mistress FORD, with two Servants. Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your was carried out, the last time he searched for him, shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he bid in a basket: protests to my husband, he is now here; you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch. (Exit. and hath drawn him and the rest of their company

1 Serv. Come, come, take it up: (again. from their sport, to make another experiment of his

2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight suspicion ; but I am glad the knight is not here; 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much now be shall see his own foolery.

lead. Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, Carus, and Sir Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will be

HUGH EVANS. here anon. Mrs. Ford. I am undone !—the knight is here.

Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, down the basket, villain : - Somebody call

have you any way then to unfool me again ?-Set and he's bat a dead man. What a woman are you?

-You, youth in a basket, come out here!-0, -Away with him, away with him; better shame than marder.

you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a Mrs.Pord. Which way should he go? how should pack, a conspiracy against me : Now shall the devil I bestow bim? Shall I put him into the basket again? behold what honest clothes you send forth to the

be shamed. What! wife, I say! come, come forth; Re-enter PALSTAFF.

bleaching Pai. No, I'll come no more i'the basket. May I

Page. Why, this passes ! Master Ford, you are not to

go loose any longer; you must be pinioned. not go out, ere he come?

Eva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers


[deed. watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue

Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; inoat; otherwise you might slip away ere he came. Bat what make you here?


Enter Mistress Ford. Pal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into the Ford. So say I too, sir.—Come hither, mistress Mrs. Ford. There they always used to discharge Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest their birding-pieces : Creep into the kiln-hole. wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous Fal. Where is it?

fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. mistress, do I? Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if you he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such suspect me in any dishonesty. places, and goes to them by his note : There is no Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. biding you in the house.

Come forth, sirrah. Pal. I'll go out then.

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. Mrs. Page. If you go ont in your own semblance, Page. This passes !

(alone. yoa die, sir John. Unless you go out disguised, Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed ? let the clothes Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise bim?

Ford. I shall find you anon. Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There is Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your no woman's gown big enough for him ; otherwise, wife's clothes? Come away. be right pat on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, Ford. Empty the basket, I say. and so escape.

Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why-Fal. Good hearts, devise something : any extre Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one mity, rather than a mischief.

conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket: Mrs. Ford, My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Why may not he be there again. In my house I Brentford, has a gown above.

am sure he is : my intelligence is trne; my jealousy Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ; she's I is reasonable : Pluck me out all the linen.

my wife :

your hand.

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die Scene III.-A Room in the Garter Inn. a flea's death.

Enter Host and BARDOLPH. Page. Here's no man.

Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford; this wrongs you.

your horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at low the imaginations of your own heart: this is cretly? I hear not of him in the court : Let me Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not fol- court, and they are going to meet him.

Host. What duke should that be, comes so sejealousies.

speak with the gentlemen; they speak English ? Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.

Bard. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you. Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain.

Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make Ford. Help to search my house this one time : if them pay, I'll sauce them : ihey have had my house I find not what I seek, show no colour for my ex

a week at command; I have turned away my other tremity, let me for ever be your table-sport ; let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched guests : they must come off; I'll sauce them : 'Come. a hollow walnut for his wife's leman. Satisfy me


Scene IV.-A Room in Ford's House. once more; once more search with me. Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come you,

Enter Page, Ford, Mistress PAGE, Mistress FORD, and the old woman, down; my husband will come

and Sir Hugh EVANS. into the chamber.

Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? as ever I did look upon.

(an instant ? Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brent Page. And did he send you both these letters at ford.

Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what thon Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of I rather will suspect the sun with cold,

(wilt ; errands, does she? We are simple men; we do

Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy honour not know what's brought to pass under the profes- In him, that was of late an heretic, [stand, sion of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by As firm as faith. spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is"; Page.

"Tis well, 'tis well; no more. beyond our element: we know nothing.-Comé Be not as extreme in submission, down, you witch, you hag you; come down, 1 say.

As in offence;
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband ; - good But let our plot go forward : let our wives
gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman. Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Enter Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mistress where we may take him, and disgrace him for it.

Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,

Ford. There is no better way than that they Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give me

spoke of.

Page. How! to send him word they'll meet bim Ford. I'll prat her:- Out of my door, you in the park at midnight! fie, fie; he'll never come. witch, (beats him,) you rag, you baggage, you pole. Eva. You say, he has been thrown into the rivers ; cat, you ronyon! out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman; fortune-tell you.

[Exit Falstaff. methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed ? I think, you should not come; methinks, his flesh is punished, have killed the poor woman.

he shall have no desires. Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :-- 'Tis a goodly Page. So think I too.

she comes, credit for you.

Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when Ford. Hang her, witch !

And let us two devise to bring him thither. Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great

the hunter, peard ; I spy a great peard under her mufller. Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, you, follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; cry out thus upon no trail, never trust me when I And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; open again.

[Come, gentlemen. And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a Page. Let's obey his humour a little further : / In a most hideous and dreadful manner: [chain

[Exeunt Page, Ford, Shallow, and Evans, You have heard of such a spirit ; and well you know, Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. The superstitious idle-headed eld

Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; Received, and did deliver to our age, he beat him niost unpitifully, methought.

This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. [fear Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel ballowed, and Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service. In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak : Mrs. Ford. What thiuk you? May we, with the

But what of this? warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device ; conscience, pursue him with any farther revenge?

That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head. scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee Page. Well, let it not be doubted but be'll come, simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I And in this shape : When you have brought him think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.

thither, Mrs. Ford, Shall we tell our husbands how we What shall be done with him ? what is your plot? have served him ?

Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon, Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to

and thus : scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If Nan Page my daughter, and my little son, they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous fat And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will still Like urchins, ouphes, and fairies, green and white, be the ministers.

With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads. Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him pub- And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, licly shamed; and, methinks, there would be no pe As Falstaff', she, and I, are newly met, riod to the jest, should he not be publicly shamed. Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once

Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, With some diffused song; upon their sight, shape it: I would not have things cool. [Exeunt. ' We two in great amazedness will fly:

Then let them all encircle him about,

Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight; that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,

him of it. In their so secret paths he dares to tread,

Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the lo sbape profane.

woman herself; I had other things to have spoken Mrs. Ford. And till be tell the truth, with her too, from him. Let ibe supposed fairies pinch bim sound,

Fal. What are they? let us know. And burn him with their tapers.

Host. Ay, come ; quick. Mrs. Page.

The truth being known, Sim, I may not conceal them, sir. We'll ail present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest. And mock him home to Windsor.

Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about Ford.

The children must mistress Ann Page; to know if it were my masBe praetis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. ter's fortune to have her, or no.

Bca. I will teach the children their behaviours; Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune, and I will be like a jack-a-napes also, to burn the Sim. What, sir?

(told me so. knight with my taber.

[vizards. Fal. To have her, or no: Go ; say, the woman Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir?

Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the Fal. Ay, sir Tike; who more bold?
Finely attired in a robe of white. [fairies, Sim. I thank your worship : I shall make my

Page. That silk will I go buy ;-—and in that time master glad with these tidings. [Exit Simple.
Sball master Slender steal my Nan away, ( Aside.) Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir John :
And marry her at Eton.-Go, send to Falstaff | Was there a wise woman with thee?

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook; hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before He'll tell me all bis purpose : Sure,

he'll come. in my life: and I paid nothing for it neither, but Mrs. Page. Fear not you that : Go, get us pro was paid for my learning. And tricking for our fairies.


Enter BAR DOLPH. Era. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, and fery honest knaveries.

Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! meer cozenage ! [Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans.

Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them,

varletto. Mrs. Page. Go, Mrs. Ford, Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind,

Bard. Run away with the cozeners : for so soon [Exit Mrs. Ford.

as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will,

behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set And done but he, to marry with Nan Page.

spurs, and away, like three German devils, three That Slender, thongh well landed, is an idiot;

Doctor Faustuses. And he my busband best of all affects :

Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, vilThe doctor is well money'd, and bis friends

lain : do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest Potent at court; be, done but be, shall have her,

Enter Sir Hugh EVANS. Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.


Eva. Where is mine host?
SCENE V-A Room in the Garter Inn.

Host. What is the matter, sir?
Enter Host and SIMPLE.

Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there Host. What would'st thou bave, boor? what, I three cousin germans, that has cozened all the

is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there is thick-skin? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, hosts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colehrook, quick, suap.

of horses and money. I tell you for good-will, Sin. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and Palstaff from master Slender, Host. There's his chamber, bis house, his castle, be cozened : 'Fare you well.

vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should

[Exit. bis standing-bed, and truckle-bed ; 'tis painted about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new :

Enter DR. CAIUS. Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropo Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre? phaginian unto thee: Knock, I say.

Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone doubtful dilemma. up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, sir, Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: But it is tell-a till she come down: I come to speak with her, me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke indeed.

de Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be court is know to come : I tell you for good vill : robbed: I'll call.—Bully knight! Bully sir John! adieu.

[Exit. speak from thy langs military : Art thou there? it Host. Hue and cry, villain, go:--assist me, is thipe host, thine Ephesian, calls.

knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, vilPal. (Above.) How now, mine host?

lain! I am undone! [Exeunt Host and Bardolph. Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the com Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened; for ing down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, bully, I have been cozened, and beaten too. If it should let ber descend; my chambers are honourable : come to the ear of the court, how I have been Fye! privacy? fye!

transformed, and how my transformation hath been Enter PALSTAFF.

washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of Fa. There was, mine host, an old fat woman

my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boots EVES DOW with me; but she's gone. (Brentford ?

with me; I warrant, they would wbip me with their

fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a dried pear. Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of I never prospered since I forswore myself at priPal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell : What

Well, if my wind were but long enough to vonld you with her ? Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to

say my prayers, I would repent.her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know,

Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY. sis, wbether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a Now! whence come you? ebain, bad the chain, or no.

Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Pal. I spake with the old woman about it. Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir?

other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have



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