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Ere. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. command to know that of your mouth, or of your Anne. Not I, sir ; pray yon, keep on. lips ; for divers philosophers hold, that the lips is Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la : I will parcel of the mouth ;– Therefore, precisely, can not do you that wrong. you carry your good will to the maid?

Anne. I pray you, sir. Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than troublesome;

Slen. I hope, sir,-I will do, as it shall become you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. [Exeunt. ose that would do reason. Era. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must

SCENE II.-The same. speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE. towards her.

Eva. Go your

ays, and ask of Doctor Caius' Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good house, which is the way: and there dwells one misdowry, marry her?

tress Quickly, which is in the manner of his nurse, Ska. I will do a greater thing than that, apon or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his your request, cousin, in any reason.

washer, and his wringer, Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet Simp. Well, sir. co2; what I do, is to pleasure you, coz: Can you Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:-give her this letter ; love the maid?

for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance with Sler. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but mistress Anne Page: and the letter is, to desire and if there be no great love in the beginning, yet hea- require her to solicit your master's desires to misven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when tress Anne Page: I pray you, begone : I will make we are married, and have more occasion to know one an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to apotber: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more

[Exeunt. contempt; but if you say, marry her, I will marry ber, that I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely.

SCENE III.--A Room in the Garter Inn. Era. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the

Enter Falstaff, Host, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, faal' is in the 'ort dissolutely : the 'ort is, according

and ROBIN. to our meaning, resolutely ;--bis meaning is good.

Fal. Mine host of the Garter,Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well.

Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak schoSken. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. | larly, and wisely:

(of my followers. Re-enter ANNE PAGE.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne :-Would

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier : let them I were young, for your sake, mistress Anne! wag; trot, trot. Amne. The dinner is on the table; my father

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week. desires your worships' company.

Host. Thou’rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Skal. 'I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne..

Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, Eru. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at

he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector ? the grace.

Fal. Do so, good mine host. [Exeunt Shal. and Sir H. Evans. Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir?

Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am

thee froth, and lime : I am at a word; follow. Aane. The dinner attends you, sir. [very well.

[Exit Host. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. trade: An old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered

Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon serving-man, a fresh tapster: Go'; adieu. my cousin Shallow : [Exit Simple.] A justice of

Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will peace sometime may be beholden to his friend for


[Exit Bard. à map :-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till

Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the my mother be dead : But what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born.

spigot wield? Anne. I may not go in without your worship : conceited? His mind is not heroic, and there's the

Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour they will not sit till you come.

humour of it. Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tindermuch as though I did.

box; bis thefts were too open ; his filching was like Arre. I pray you, sir, walk in.

an unskilful singer, he kept not time. [rest. Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you; I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's and dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for

the phrase ?

Pis. Convey, the wise it call : Steal! foh; a fico for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I

Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do

Pist. Why then, let kibes ensue. your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town. [of.

Fal. There is no remedy ; I must coney-catch; Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked

I must shift. Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at it, as any man in England :-You are

Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not ? Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.

Arne. Ay, indeed, sir.
Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have

Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am
Pist. Two yards, and more.

[about. seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken him by the chain : but, I warrant you,

Fal. No quips now, Pistol : Indeed I am in the

the women bave so cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass’d:-but waist two yards about : but I am now about no waste;

I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill

to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she disfavoured rough things.

courses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation : Re-enter PAGE.

I can construe the action of her familiar style; and Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd stay for you.

rightly, is, I am sir John Falstaff''s. Blen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir.

Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated

(pass? Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, her well;

out of honesty into English. sir : come, come.

Nym. The anchor is deep : Will that bumour Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way.

Fal. Now, the report goes, she bas all the rule Page. Come on, sir.

of her husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels.

say I.

Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, Sim. Ay, forsooth : but he is as tall a man of his

(me the angels. hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour fought with a warrener.

Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and Quick. How say you?-0, I should remember bere another to Page's wife; who even now gave him? Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most strut in his gait? judicious eyliads : sometimes the beam of her view Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

Quick. Well, heaven send Apne Page no worse Pist. Then did the son on dung-hill shine. fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with wishsuch a greedy intention, that the appetite of her

Re-enter RUGBY. eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass! Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Here's another letter to her: she hears the purse Quick. We shall all be shent: Run in here, good too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be the closet.) He will not stay long.–What, John exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Rugby! John, what, John, I say !-Go, John, go Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear enquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, thou this letter to mistress Page ; and thou this to that he comes not home :-and down, down, adown-a, mistress Ford : we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. &c. (Sings.) Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,

Enter Doctor Caius. And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all! Cuius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys;

Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier humourletter;! will keep the 'haviour of reputation. verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? Fal. Hold, sirrah, (to Rob.) bear you these let a green-a box. ters tightly;

Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.

he went not in himself: if he had found the young Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; man, he would have been horn-mad. (A side.) Trudge, plod, away, o'the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Caius. Fe, fe fe, se! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Falstaff will learn the humour of this age,

Je m'en vais à la Cour,--la yrande affaire. French thrift, you rogues ; myself, and skirted page. Quick. Is it this, sir?

[Exeunt Fal. and Robin. Caius. Ouy: mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guis! for gourd and quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby? fallam bolds,

Quick. What, John Rugby! John! And high and low beguile the rich and poor;

Rug. Here, sir. Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Base Phrygian Turk!

Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after Nym. I have operations in my head, which be my beel to de court. humours of revenge.

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Nym. By welkin, and her star!

Qu'ay j'oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, Pist. With wit, or steel?

dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. Nym. With both the bumours, I:

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.

and be mad! Pist, And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? How Falstaff, varlet vile,

Villainy! larron! (Pulling Simple out.) Rugby, my His dove will prove, his gold will bold, Quick. Good master, be content. (rapier. And his soft couch delile.

Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Nym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense Quick. The young man is an honest man. Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with

Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. is my true humour.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic; hear Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I se the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from cond thee; troop on. [Exeunt. Caius. Vell.

(parson Hagh.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her toSCENE IV.- A Room in Dr. Caius' House,

Quick. Peace, I pray yon. Enter Mistress QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Caius. Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale. Quick. What; John Rugby!-I pray thee, go

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your to the casement, and see if you can see my master, maid, to speak a good word to Mrs. Anne Page for master Doctor Caius, coming : if he do, i'faith, and my master, in the way of marriage. find any body in the house, here will be an old Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er pat abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. my finger in the fire, and need not. Rug. I'll go watch.

[Erit Rugby. Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at me some paper: Tarry you a little-a while. Writes.) night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no loud, and so melancholy ;-But notwithstanding, tell-tale, nor no breed-bate ; his worst fault is, that man, I'll do your master what good I can : and the he is given to prayer; be is something peevish that very yea and the nois, the French doctor, my masway; but nobody but has his fault;but let that ter,--I may call him my master, look you, for I pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ? keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake. Sim. Ay, for fault of a beiter.

scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and Quick. And master Slender's your master? do all myself: Šim. Ay, forsooth.

Sim. 'T'is a great charge, to come under one Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a like a glover's paring knife?

great charge: and to be up early and down late ; Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard. would have no words of it;) my master himself is

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstand.

{hand. body's

ing that, -I know Anne's mind,—that's neither , say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, bere nor there.

love me. By me, Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to sir

Thine own true knight, Hagb; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat

By day or night, in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-vape

Or any kind of light, priest to meddle or make :-you may be gone; it is

With all his might, Dot good you tarry here :-by gar, I vill cut all his

For thee to fight,

JOHN FALSTAFF. txostones; by gar, he sball not have a stone to trow What a Herod of Jewry is this ?-0 wicked, wicked at his dog.

(Exit Simple. world !--one that is well nigh worn to pieces with Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.

age, to show himself a young gallant! What an Carus. It is no matter-a for dat:--do not you unweighed behaviour bath this Flemish drunkard tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?- picked (with the devil's name) out of my converby gar, I will kill de Jack Priest ; and I have ap- sation, that he dares in this manner assay me? pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our Why, he hath not been thrice in my company!-Weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. What should I say to him !--I was then frugal of

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be my mirth :-heaven forgive me!- Why, I'll exhibit well: we must give folks leave to prate : What, the a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. good-jer!

How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me :--By will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door :– Follow my heels, Rugby.

Enter Mistress Ford. [Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page ! trust me, I was going Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. to your house. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. Windsor knows more of Anne's mind, than I do; You look very ill. [show to the contrary. por can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to Fent. (Within.) Who's within there? ho !

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could house, I pray you.

show you to the contrary : 0, mistress Page, give

me some counsel ! Enter FENTON.

Mrs. Page. Wbat's the matter, woman? Fen. How now, good woman; how dost thou ? Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one

Quick. The better, that it pleases your good trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Forship to ask.

(Anne? Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the Fen. What news ? how does pretty mistress honour: What is it?

-dispense with trilles; Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, what is it? and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell Mrs. Ford. If I wonld but go to bell for an eteryou that by the way; I praise heaven for it. pal moment, or so, I conld be knighted.

Feat. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? Shall Mrs. Page. What? thou liest!-Sir Alice Ford ! I not lose my suit?

— These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his bands above: but not alter the article of thy gentry: Dotwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-- here, read, book, she loves you :-Have not your worship a read ;-perceive how I might be knighted.— I shall wart above your eye?

think the worse of fat men, as long as I bave an Ferl. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? eye to make difference of men’s liking : And yet

Crick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith, he would not swear; praised women's modesty : it is such another Nan-bui, I detest, an honest and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to maid as ever broke bread :-We had an hour's talk all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn bis disof that wart :- I shall never laugh but in that position would have gone to the truth of his words : maid's company! Bat, indeed, she is given too but they do no more adhere and keep place together much to allicholls, and musing : But for you than the hundredth Psalm to the tune of Green Well, go to.

Sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day; Hold, there's with so many tons of oil in his belly, ashore at money for thee ; let me have thy voice in my behalf: Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I if thog seest her before me, commend me

think the best way were to entertain him with hope, Qnick. Will I ? i'faith, that we will; and I will till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his tell your worship more of the wart, the next time own grease.---Did you ever hear the like? we have confidence ; and of other wooers.

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name Fert. Well, farewell ; I am in great haste now.

of Page and Ford differs !—To thy great comfort

(Exit. in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-broQuick. Farewell to your worship.-- Truly, an ther of thy letter : but let thine inherit first; for, I bobest gentleman; but Aone loves him not; for Iprotest, mine never shall. I warrant, be hath a kaow Anne's mind as well as another does Out thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for apon't! what have I forgot?

[Exit. different names, (sure more,) and these are of the

second edition : He will print them out of doubt; ACT II. SCENE I.-Before Page's House.

for he cares not what he puts into the press when Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.

he would put ustwo. I had rather be a giantess, and

lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you Mrs. Page. Wbat! have I 'scap'd love-letters in twenty lascivious tartles, ere one chaste man. the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very sabject for them? Let me see : (Reads.)

hand, the very words : What doth he think of us? Á sk me no reason why I love you; for though love Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me al. use reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his most ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll caunselior: You are not young, no more am 1; go to entertain myself like one, that I am not acquainted then, there's sympathy : you are merry, so am I; withal ; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, that I know not myself, he would never have boardend so do I; Would you desire better sympathy? Let ed me in this fury: it susce thee, mistress Page, (at the leasi, if the love Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure of a soldier can sufice,) that I love thee. I will not to keep him above deck.

in his purse,

Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be reveng'd Page. Hang 'em, slaves; I do not think the on him : let's appoint him a meeting; give him a knight would offer it: but these that accuse him show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his a fine baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his borses to discarded men: very rogues, now they be out of mine host of the Garter.

Ford. Were they his men?

(service. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vil Page. Marry, were they. lainy against him, that may not sally the chariness Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this let- he lie at the Garter? ter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Page, Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend

Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her my good man too : he's as far from jealousy, as I loose to him; and what he gets more of her than am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an sharp words, let it lie on my head. anmeasurable distance.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. be loath to turn them together : A man may be too

Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this confident: I would have nothing lie op my head: greasy knight: Come hither. [They retire. I cannot be thus satisfied. Enter FORD, Pistol, Page, and NYM.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.

comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money

when he looks so merrily.-How now, Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs :

mine host? Sir John affects thy wife. Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young: [poor,

Enter Host and Shallow. Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich and

Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentle

man: cavalero-justice, I say. Both young and old, one with another, Ford;

Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.--Good even, He loves thy gally-maufry; Ford, perpend. Ford. Love my wife?


and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go

you go with us? we have sport in hand. [rook.

Host. Tell bim, cavalero-justice ; tell him, bullyLike sir Actæon, with Ringwood at thy heels :0, odions is the name!

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between Ford. What name, sir?

sir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell. [night :



Ford. Good mine host o'the Garter, a word with Take heed; have open eye ; for thieves do foot by

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook? (They go Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do

aside.) Away, sir corporal Nym.

[sing. Believe it, Page ; he speaks sense. (Exit Pistol. it? My merry host hath had the measuring of

Shal. Will you (to Page) go with us to behold Ford. I will be patient; I will tind out this. Nym. And this is true; (to Page.) I like not

their weapons ; and, I think, he hath appointed the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in

them contrary places : for, believe me, I hear, the some humours; I should have borne the humoured parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our letter to her ; but I have a sword, and it shall bite sport shall be.

(guest-cavalier ?

- Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell

Ford. None, I protest : but I'll give you a pottle Nym; I speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true :--my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.--Adieu!

him my name is Brook ; only for a jest.

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress I love not the humour of bread and cheese ; and there's the humour of it. Adieu. [Exit Nym.

and regress ; said I well? and thy name shall be Page. The humour of it, quoth’a! here's a fellow Brook: It is a merry knight - Will you go on, frighis humour out of his wits.

Shal. Have with you, mine host. [hearts? Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.


Page. I have heard, the Frenchman bath good

skill in his rapier. Page. I never heard snch a drawling, affecting

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In Ford, If I do find it, well. Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart,

these times you stand on distance, your passes, priest o' the town commended him for a true man. Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow : Well.

master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the Page. How now, Meg?


time, with my long sword, I would have made you Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark four tall fellows skip like rats. Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art

Host. Here, boys, here, here ! shall we wag? thou melancholy?

Page. Have with you :--I had rather hear them Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.

scold than fight. [Exeunt Host, Shallow and Page. Get you home, go.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in

so firmly on bis wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page?

my opinion so easily : She was in his company at Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come to Page's house; and, what they made there, I know dinner, George? Look, who comes yonder: she

not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. (A side I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis la

a disguise to sound Falstaff': If I find her honest, to Mrs. Ford.)

bour well bestowed.

[Exit. Enter Mistress QUICKLY. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her:she'll fit it.

SCENE II.-A Room in the Garter Inr. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter

Enter Falstaff and PISTOL. Anne?

[good mistress Anne ?

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.
Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an Which I with sword will open.hour's talk with you. [Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. I will retort the sum in equipage. Ford, and Mrs. Quickly.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you Page. How now, master Ford ?

should lay my countenance to pawn: I havegrated Ford. You have heard what this knave told me ; upon my good friends for three reprieves for you did you not?

(me? | and your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told I looked through the grate, like a geminy of baboons.

I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and see the picture, she says, that you wot of ;and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her master Ford, her husband, will be from home. fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him;

Pist. Didst thou not share?' hadst thou not fif- he's a very jealousy man: she leads a very frame teen pence?

pold life with him, good heart. Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : Think'st thou Fal. Ten and eleven : Woman, commend me to 11 endanger my soul, gratis? At a word, hang her, I will not fail her. ao more about me, I am no gibbet for you go. Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another A short knife and a throng ;-to your manor of messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath Pick thatch, go.—You'll not bear a letter for me, her hearty commendations to you too;- and let you rogue! - You stand upon your honour!—Why, me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil iboa anconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss do to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on Windsor, whoe'er be the other: and she bade me the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my neces tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from sity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch ; and home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I vet you, rogae, will esconce your rags, your cat never knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, z-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth. year bold-beating oaths, ander the shelter of your Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction honour! You will not do it, you? (man? of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! Enter ROBIN.

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this : has Ford's Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. they'love me?

wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how Fal. Let ber approach.

Quick. That were a jest, indeed !-- they have not Erter Mistress QUICKLY.

so little grace, I hope :—that were a trick, indeed! Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. But mistress Page would desire you to send her Pal. Good-morrow, good wife. Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.

your little page, of all loves ; her husband has a

marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, Pal. Good maid, then.

master Page is an honest man. "Never a wife in Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what bour I was born.

she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to Pal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she

Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word will; and, truly, she deserves it: for if there be a or two?

kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must Pal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch- send her your page; no remedy. safe thee the hearing.

Fal. Why, I will Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir ;-I pray, Quick. Nay, but do so then : and look you, he come a little nearer this ways:-1 myself dwell may come and go between you both; and, in any with master doctor Caius.

case, have a nay-word, that you may know one Pal. Well, on : Mistress Ford, you say, another's mind, and the boy never need to under

Quick. Your worship says very true : I pray stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children your worship, come a little nearer this ways. should know any wickedness : old folks, you know,

Pd. I warrant thee, nobody hears ;-mine own have discretion, as they say, and know the world. people, mice own people.

Fal. Fare thee well : commend me to them both: Quick. Are they so! Heaven bless them, and there's my purse ; I am yet thy debtor:-Boy, go, make them his servants!

along with this woman. - This news distracts me! Fal. Well: Mistress Ford ;---what of her?

[Exeunt Quickly and Robin. Qaick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :lord ! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven for- Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; give you, and all of us, I pray!

Give fire;

she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! Fel. Mistress Ford ;--come, mistress Ford,

[Exit Pistol. Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways;

I'll it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as make more of thy old body than I have done. Will 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought expence of so much money, be now a gainer? her to such a canary, Yet there has been knights, Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; I done; so it be fairly done, no matter. warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter,

Enter BARDOLPH. gift after gift ; smelling so sweetly, (all musk) and so rashling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with

Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below in snch alligant terms; and in sach wine and sugar you; and hath sent your worship a morning's of the best, and the fairest, that would have won

Pal. Brook, is his name? any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could

[draught of sack.

Bard. Ay, sir. never get an eye-wink of her.-I had myself twenty angels given me this morning : but I defy all an

Fal. Call him in. (Exit Bardolph.] Such Brooks gels, (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way ha! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I en

are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! of bonesty-and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cap

with the proudest compassed you ? go to; via ! of them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, Re-enter BARDOLPH, wilh Ford disguised. which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all Ford. Bless you, sir. is one with her.

[good she Mercury, Fal. And you, sir : Would you speak with me? Pal. But what says she to me! be brief, my Ford. I make bold to press with so little pre

Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for paration apon you. the wbich she thanks you a thousand times : and Fal. You're welcome : What's your will? Give she gives you to notify, that her husband will be us leave, drawer.

[Exit Bardolph. absence from his house between ten and eleven. Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent Fal. Ten and eleven?

much; my name is Brook.

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