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familiar style ; and the hardest voice of her beha SCENE II. - The same.

viour, to be English: rightly, is, I am Sir John

Falstuff's.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE.

Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' | her well;

out of honesty into English. house, which is the way: and there dwells one Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass ? mistress Quickly, which is in the manner of his Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of nurse, or bis dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, her husband's purse. his washer, and his wringer.

Pist. To her, boy, say I. Sim. Well, sir.

Nym. The humour rises; it is good. Eva. Nay, it is petter yet :

give her this Fol. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here letter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good with mistress Anne Page; and the letter is, to de- eyes too; she bears the purse too; she is a region sire and to require her to solicit your master's desires in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheaters to mistress Anne Page: I pray you be gone ; I will to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; make an end of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will to come.

(Exeunt. trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to

mistress Page ; and thou this to mistress Ford: we SCENE III. A Room in the Garter Inn. will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, Enter Falstaff, Host, BARDOLPH, Nym, Pistol, And by my side wear steel ? then, Lucifer take all ! and Robin.

Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the Fal. Mine host of the Garter, —

humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. Host. What says my bully-rook ? Speak scholarly,

Fal. Hold, sirrah, [T. Ros.] bear you these and wisely.

letters tightly 4; Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. my followers,

Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Host. Discard, bully Hercules ; cashier: let them Trudge, plod away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!

Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, wag : trot, trot. Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.

French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. Host. Thou art an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and

(Exeunt FALSTAFF and Robin. Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw,

Pist. Let vultures gripe thee, for gourd and he shall tap : said I well, bully Hector?

fullam 5 hold, Fal. Do so, good mine host.

And high and low beguile the rich and poor : Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see Tester I'll have in pouch , when thou shalt lack,. thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow.

Base Phrygian Turk ! [Erit Host.

Nym. Í have operations in my head, which be Fal. Bardolph, follow him ; a tapster is a good

humours of revenge. trade; an old cloak makes a new jerkin ; a withered

Pist. Wilt thou revenge? servingman, a fresh tapster; Go, adieu.

Nym. By welkin, and her star! Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.

Pist. With wit, or steel?

(Erit BARD. Nym. With both the humours, I: Pist. O base Gongarian I wight! wilt thou the I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. spigot wield?

Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, Nym. His mind is not heroick, and there's the

How Falstaff, varlet vile, humour of it.

His dove will prove, his gold will hold, Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box :

And his soft couch defile. his thefts were too open: his filching was like an

Nym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense 7 unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Page to deal with poison ; I will possess him with Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's yellowness 8, for the revolt of mien is dangerous : rest.

that is my true humour. Pisl. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh, a fico ?

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second for the phrase!

thee; troop on.

[Ereunt. Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. Pist. Why then let kibes ensue.

SCENE IV. - A Room in Dr. Caius's House. Fal. There is no remedy; I must shift. Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town ? Quick. What ; John Rugby!- Ip

pray thee, go Pist. I ken the wight; he is of subtance good. the casement, and see if you can see my master,

Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am master doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith, and about.

find any body in the house, here will be an old Pist. Two yards and more.

abusing of the king's English. Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the Rug. I'll go watch.

(Erit Rugby. waist two yards about: but I am now about no Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon waste ; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to at night, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation; I can construe the action of her

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come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from tale, nor no breed-bate 9 : his worst fault is, that he parson Hugh. is given to prayer : he is something peevish' that Caius. Vell. way: but nobody but has his fault; — but let that Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ?

Quick. Peace, I pray you. Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue :--Speak-a your tale. Quick. And master Slender's your master ? Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your Sim. Ay, forsooth.

maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like for my master, in the way of marriage. a glover's paring knife ?

Quick. This is all, indeed, la ; but I'll ne'er put Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, my finger in the fire, and need not. with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you ? — Rugby, baillez

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? me some paper :- · Tarry you a little-a while. Sim. Ay, forsooth : but he is as tall 2 a man of his

(Writes. hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been fought with a warrener.

thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so Quick. How say you ? -0, I should remember loud, and so melancholy: - But notwithstanding, him ; does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the strut in his gait ?

very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my Sin. Yes, indeed, does he.

master, I may call him my master, look you, for Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, fortune. Tell master parson Evans, I will do what scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and I can for your master; Anne is a good girl, and I do all myself ;wish

Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one Re-enter RUGBY.

body's hand. Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it Quick. We shall all be shent 3 : Run in here, good

a great charge: and to be up early and down late : young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in I would have no words of it;) my master himself

but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; the closet.] He will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say ! - Go, John, go

is in love with mistress Anne Page; but notwith

- I know Anne's mind, - that's enquire for my master; I doubt he be not well, standing that, that he comes not home :

neither here nor there.

- and down, down, adown-a, &c.

[Sings.

Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to sir

Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge; I vill cut his troat Enter Doctor Caius.

in de park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; priest to meddle or make : — you may be

gone;

it Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier is not good you tarry here. ( Erit SIMPLE. verd ; a box, a green-a box ; Do intend vat I speak ?

Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. a green-a box.

Caius. It is no matter-a for dat;- do not you Quick. Ay forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? he went not in himself; if he had found the young pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our

by gar, I will kill de jack priest; and I have apman, he would have been horn-mad.

(Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. weapon: --. by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. Je m'en vais à la cour, la grande affaire.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be Quick. Is it this, sir ?

well: we must give folks leave to prate. Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket ; Dépêche,

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me; – - By quickly: Vere is dat knave Rugby ?

gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head Quick. What, John Rugby! John!

out of my door: - Follow my heels, Rugby, Rug. Here, sir.

[Ereunt Caius and Rugby. Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack

Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after No, I know. Anne's mind for that; never a woman

in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do ; my heel to de court. Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

nor can do more than I do with her. Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :- Od's me!

Fent. (Within.) Who's within there, ho? Qu'ay-j'oublié 7 dere is some simples in my closet,

Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

house, I pray you.
Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there,
and be mad.

Enter FENTON.
Caius. O diable, dinble! vat is in my closet ?
Villainy? larron! (Pulling SIMPLE oui.] Rugby,

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou ?

Quick. The better, that it pleases your good wormy rapier. Quick. Good master, be content.

ship to ask. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?

Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne?

Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, Quick. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? and gentle : and one that is your friend, I can telí dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. you that by the

way; I praise heaven for it. Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear

Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? Shall I not lose my suit ?

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above; but 9 Strife. 1 Foolish.

3 Brave. 3 Scolded, reprimanded.

notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a

book she loves you: - Have not your worship a money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf : wart above your eye?

- if thou seest her before me, commend me Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?

Quick. Will I ? i'faith, that we will: and I will Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale;- good faith, tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we it is such another Nan;- but, I detest“, an honest have confidence; and of other wooers. maid as ever broke bread : - We had an hour's Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. talk of that wart; I shall never laugh but in that

(Exit. maid's company! – But, indeed, she is given too Quick. Farewell to your worship. — Truly, an much to allicholly 5 and musing: But for you honest gentleman ; but Anne loves him not : for I Well, go to.

krow Anne's mind as well as another does : -Out Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's upon't! what have I forgot ?

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SCENE I. - Before Page's House.

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal

moment, I could be knighted. Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.

Mrs. Page. What? Sir Alice Ford ! Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in Mrs. Ford. We burn daylight :- here, read, the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a read; perceive how I might be knighted, - I subject for them? Let me see :

[Reads. shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have Ask me no reason why I love you ; for though love yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty ;

an eye to make difference of men's liking : And use reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to counsellor : You are not young, no more am I: go all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disto then, there's sympathy : you are merry, so am I; position would have gone to the truth of his words: Hal ha! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, but they do no more adhere and keep place together, and so do I; Would you desire better sympathy? Let than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green it suffice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the love sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, of a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not with so many tuns of oil in him, ashore at Windsor ? say, pity me, 'tis not a soldierlike phrase ; but I say, How shall I be revenged on him? I think, the love me. By me,

best way were to entertain him with hope, till the Thine own true knight,

wicked fire have melted him. — Did you ever hear By day or night,

the like? With all his might,

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter ; but that the name For thee to fight,

of Page and Ford differs ! — To thy great comfort John FALSTAFF.

in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother O wicked, wicked world! one that is well nigh of thy letter : but let thine inherit first; for, I proworn to pieces with age, to show himself a young test, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand gallant! What unweighed behaviour hath this of these letters writ with blank space for different Flemish drunkard picked out of my conversation, names (sure more), and these are of the second that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he edition : He will print them out of doubt. hath not been thrice in my company !-What should Mrs. Ford. Why this is the very same; the very I say to him ?- I was then frugal of my mirth. hand, the very words: What doth he think of Why, I'll exbibit a bill in the parliament for the us? putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on

Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me alhim ? for revenged I will be.

most ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll

entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted Enter Mistress FORD,

withal ; for, sure, unless he know some strain in Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page! trust me, I was going to me, that I know not myself, he would never have

boarded me in this fury. Let's be revenged on Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you. of comfort in his suit : and lead him on with a fine

him; let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show You look very ill.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine to show to the contrary.

host of the Garter. Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villainy Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet, I say, I could against him, that may not sully the chariness 7 of show you to the contrary : 0, mistress Page, give

our honesty. 0, that my husband saw this letter! me some counsel !

it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am respect, I could come to such honour!

from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unMrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman:- - take the measurable distance. honour: What is it? — dispense with trifles;

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. what is it?

Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy knight : Come hither.

[They retire. * She means, I protest.

3 Melancholy. . Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician.

Caution.

your house.

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Ford. You heard what this knave told me ; did Enter FORD, Pistol, Page, and Nym. Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.

Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me? Pist. Hope is a curtail • dog in some affairs :

Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? Sir John affects thy wife.

Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight Furd. Why, sir, my wife is not young.

would offer it; but these that accuse him in his Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich and intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded poor,

men; very rogues, now they be out of service, Both young and old, one with another, Ford;

Ford. Were they his men ? He loves thy gally-mawfry 9; Ford, perpend. '

Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that. Fird. Love my wife ?

Does Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou he lie at the Garter ? Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels :

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend 0, odious is the name!

this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose Ford. What name, sir ?

to him ; and what he gets more of her than sharp Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell.

words, let it lie on my head. Take heed; have open eye; for thieves do foot by be Toth to turn them together: A man may be too

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would night : Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do confident : I would have nothing lie on my head : sing.

I cannot be thus satisfied. Away, sir corporal Nym.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Erit Pistol. comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money

in his Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this.

purse, when he looks so merrily. - How how, Nym. And this is true. ( To Page.] I like not

mine host? the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some

Enter Host and SHALLOW. humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her : but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon

Host. How now, bully-rook ? thou'rt a gentlemy necessity. He loves your wife ; there's the man : cavalero-justice, I say. short and the long. My name is corporal Nym;

Shril. I follow, mine host, I follow,

Good even I speak, and I avouch. "Tis true :

and

my name is twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. - Adieu! I love you go with us? we have sport in hand not the humour of bread and cheese ; and there's the

Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyhumour of it. Adieu. Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a ! here's a fellow

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir frights humour out of his wits.

Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French doctor. Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Ford. Good mine host of the Garter, a word with Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting you. rogue.

Host. What say’st thou, bully-rook? Ford. If I do find it, well.

[They go aside. Page. I will not believe such a Cataian”, tho’the Shal. Will you (to Page] go with us to behold priest o'the town commended him for a true man.

it ? my merry host hath had the measuring of their Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow : Well. weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them Page. How now, Meg ?

contrary places : for, believe me, I hear, the parsoni Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ?— Hark you.

is no jester, Hark, I will tell you what our sport Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank ? why art thou shall be. melancholy?

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy. - guest-cavalier ? Get you home, go.

Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle Mrs. Ford. Thou hast some crotchets in thy head of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell Will you go, mistress Page ?

him, my name is Brook ; only for a jest. Mrs. Page. Have with you.

- You'll come to

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress dinner, George ? Look, who comes yonder : she and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall be shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

Brouk : It is a merry night. — Will you go on, [ Aside to Mrs. Ford. hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host,
Enter Mistress QUICKLY.

Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her : she'll skill in his rapier. fit it.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more! In Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart,

these times you stand on distance, your passes, Anne?

I have seen the Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good master Page ; 'tis here, 'tis here. mistress Anne ?

time, with my long sword, I would have made you Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an

four tall fellows skip like rats, hour's talk with you.

Host. Here, boys, here, here ! shall we wag? [Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and

Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear thern Mrs. QuickLY.

scold than fight. Page. How now, master Ford ?

[Exeunt Host, SHALLOW, and Page.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands • A dog that misses his game.

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Page's house; and, what they made there, I know Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature ; but

Well, I will look further into't: and I have your worship's a wanton : Well, heaven forgive a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I you, and all of us, I pray! lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour Fal. Mistress Ford; come, mistress Ford, well bestowed.

[Eait. Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of

it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as SCENE II. A Room in the Garter Inn. 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, Enter Falstaff and Pistol.

when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary.

Yet there has been Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.

knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their Pist. Why then the world's mine oyster,

coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter Which I with sword will open.

after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly I will retort the sum in equipage. 3

(all musk), and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such should lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated wine and sugar of the best and the fairest, that would upon my good friends for three reprieves for you have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, and your coach-fellow+ Nym; or else you had they could never get an eye-wink of her. – I had looked throngh the grate like a geminy of baboons. myself twenty angels given me this morning: but I am disgraced for swearing to gentlemen my friends, I'defy all angels, (in any such sort, as they say,) you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when but in the way of honesty : — and, I warrant you, mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't they could never get her so much as sip on a cup upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. Pist. Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I

with the proudest of them all ; and yet there has fifteen pence?

warrant you, all is one with her. Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : Think'st thou,

Fal. But what says slie to ine? be brief, my I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no good she-Mercury. more about me, I am no gibbet for you : go. Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter ; for A short knife and a throng : — to your manor the which she thanks you a thousand times; and

5 of Pickt-hatch, go. You'll not bear a letter for she gives you to notify, that her husband will be me, you rogue !-- you stand upon your honour!

absence from his house between ten and eleven. Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much

Fal. Ten and eleven? as I can do, to keep the terms of my honour pre- Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come cise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of and see the picture, she says that you wot' of ; heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine bonour in master Ford, her husband, will be from home. my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to

Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him ; lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce ? your he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very framrags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice s

pold 2 life with him, good heart. phrases, and your bold-beating vaths, under the

Ful. Ten and eleven : Woman, commend me to shelter of your honour! You will not do it, you ?

her; I will not fail her. Pist. I do relent: what would'st thou more of man?

Quick. Why, you say well : But I have another Enter Robin.

messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. hearty commendations to you too ; — and let me Fal. Let her approach.

tell in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest

wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your Enter Mrs. Quickly.

morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. whoe'er be the other and she bade me tell your Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

worship, that her husband is seldom from home; Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.

but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never Fal. Good maid, then,

knew a woman so dote upon a man ; surely, I think Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the you have charms, la; yes, in truth. first hour I was born.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction Fal. I do believe the swearer : What with me ? of my good parts aside, 1 lave no other charms. Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worshipa wordortwo? Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch- Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's safe thee the hearing.

wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;- I pray, they love me? come a little nearer this ways; I myself dwell Quick. That were a jest, indeed! – they have with master doctor Caius.

not so little grace, I hope : - that were a trick, Frl. Well, on : Mistress Ford you say,

indeed! But mistress Page would desire you to Quick. our worship says very true: I pray your send her your little Page, of all loves); her husband worship, come a little nearer this ways.

has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears; - mine own truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife people, mine own people.

in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do Quick. Are they so ? Heaven bless thein, and what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, make them his servants !

all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it: for if Fal. Well : Mistress Ford : what of her ? there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You

must send her your Page; no remedy. 3 Pay you again in stolen goods. • Draws along with you. $ To cut purses in a crowd. 6 Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell.

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