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Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away somo desires your worships' company.
of my followers. Shah I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Host. Discard, bully Hercules ; cashier; let Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence them wag; trot, trot. at the grace.
Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week." (Eseunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans. Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keiser, and Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, Pheezar, I will entertain Bardolph ; he shall sir ?
draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector ? Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; Fal. Do so, good mine host.
Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.
see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank yon, forsooth:
(Erit Host. Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good my cousin Shallow (Erit simple. A justice of trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a wipeace sometimes may be beholden to his friend thered servingman, a fresh tapster: Go;'adieu. for a man :- keep but three men and a boy Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will yel, ui!l my mother be dead : But what though? thrive.
[Erit Bard. yet I live like a poor gentlema born.
Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt tho Anne. I may not go in without your worship : spigot wield ? they will not sit till you come.
Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the hu Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as mour conceited ? His mind is not heroick, and much as though I did.
here's the humour of it. Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.
Fal. I am glad I ara so acqnit of this tinderbox; Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you : 1 his thesis were too open: his filching was like an bruised my shin the other day with playing at unskilful singer, he kept not time. sword and dagger with a master of fence, three Nyr.. The good humour is, to steal at a miveneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my note's rest. troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Pixt. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a Why do your dogs bark so ? be there bears i' the fico for the phrase ! town?
Fol. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them Pist. Why then let kibes ensue talk'd of.
Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; Slen. I love the sport well ; but I shall as soon I must shift. quarrel at it as any man in England:-You are Pist. Young ravens must have food. afraid if you see the bear loose, are you not ? Frl. Which of you know Ford of this town? Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.
Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have about. taken biin by the chain : but, I warrant you, the Pist. Two yards, and more. women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it
Fal. No qnips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the pagsd :-but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; waist two yards about; but I am now about no they are very ill-favour'd rongh things. waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to Re-enter Page.
niake love to Ford's wife; 1 spy entertainment
in her ; she discourses, she carves, she gives the Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we leer of invitation: I can constrne the action of stay for you.
her familiar style, and the hardest voice of her Sien. I'll eat nothing ; I thank you, sir. behaviour, to he English'd rightly, is, I am Sir Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, John Falktofa's. sir: come, coine.
Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated Slen. Nay, 'pray you, lead the way.
her well ; ont of honesty into English. Page. Come on, sir.
Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. Anne. Not 1, sir: pray yon, keep on.
Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule Slen. Truly, I will not go first, truly, la ; I will of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. not do you that wrong.
Pist. As many devils entertain : and, To her, Anne. I pray you, sir.
boy, say I. Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than trouble Nym. The humour rises; it is good ; humour some : you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. me the angels.
(Exeunt. Fal I have writ me here a letter to her; and SCENE II. The same.
here another to Page's wife; who even now gave
me good eyes too, examined my parts with most Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.
judicious evliads : sometimes the beam of her Era. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. house, which is the way; and there dwells one Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. mistress Quickly, which is in the manner of his Nym. I thank thee for that humour. nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laun Fal. O, she did so conrse o'er my exteriors with fry, his washer, and his wringer.
such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her Simp. Well, sir.
eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning Eva. Nay, it is petter yet :-give her this let- glass! Here's another letter to her: she bears ter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaint- the purse too: she is a region in Gujana, all gold ance with mistress Anne Page; and the letter is, and bounty. I will be chenter to them both, and to desire and require her to solicit your master's they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be desires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you, be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to gone I will make an end of my dinner,
there's them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Pippins and cheese to come.
(Ereunt. Page; and thou this to mistress Ford : we will SCENE III. A Room in the Garter Inn. 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
and Robin Fal. Mine host of the Garter,
Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scho- the humour-letter; I will keep the 'haviour of larly, and wisely.
Fal. Hold, sirrah (to Rob.), bear you these let-toys: Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet ters tightly;
un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; Do ir Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. - tend vat I speak ? a green-a box. Rogues, hence avauntl vanish like hailstones, Quick. Ay, forsooth, l'll fetch it you. I am go;
glad he went not in himself; if he had found the Trudge, plod away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, young man, he would have been horn-mad. pack!
(Aside. Falstaff will learn the humour of this age,
Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud French thrift, you rognes; myself, and skirted Je n'en vais a la Cour,-la grande affaire.
page. [Ereunt Falstaff and Robin Quick. Is it this, sir ? Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Defullam holds,
peche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby 1 And high and low beguile the rich and poor :
Quick. What, John Rugby! John !
Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Nym. I have operations in my head, which be Rugby ; Come, take-a your rapier, and come humours of revenge.
after my heel to de court. Pist. Wilt thou revenge ?
Rug. "Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Nym. By welkin, and her star!
Caius. By my trot,'I tarry too long : Od' Pist. With wit, or steel ?
me ! Qu'ay.j'oublie? dere is some simples in Nym. With both the humonrs, 1:
my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall I will discnss the humonr of this love to Page.
leave behind. Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,
Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, How Falstaff, varlet vile,
and be mad. His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet ? And his soft couch defile.
Villany? larroni [Pulling Simple out.] RugNym. My humonr shall not cool : I will in- by, my rapier, cense Page to deal with poison ; I will possess Quick. Good master, be content. him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? dangerons : that is my true humour.
Quick. The young man is an honest man. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I se Caius. Vat shall de honest man do ir my clo cond thee; troop on.
[Ereunt. set ? dere is no honest man dat shall coine in SCENE IV. A Room in Dr. Cains House. my closet.
Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatiek ; Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to Quick. What; John Rugby!- I pray thee, go me from parson Hugh. to the casement, and see if you can see my mas Caius. Vell. ter, master Dr. Cains, coming : if he do, i'faith, Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her 10 and find any body in the house, here will be an Quick. l'eace, I pray you. old abusing of God's patience, and the king's Caius. Peace-a your tongue: Speak-a your tale. English.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewolnan, your Rug. I'll go watch.
[Exit Rugby. maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Quick. Go: and we'll have a posset for'ı soon Page for my master, in the way of marriage. at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever put my finger in the fire, and need not. servant shall come in house withal; and, I war Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez rant yon, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate : his me some paper :- Tarry you a little-a while worst farit is, that he is given to prayer; he is
Writes. something peevish that way: but nobody but Quick. I am glad he is so gniet : if he had been has his fauli ;-but let that pass. Peter Simple, thoroughly moved, you should have heard him you say, your name is?
so loud, and so melancholy ;-But notwithstandSim. Ay, for fault of a better.
ing, man, I'll do your master what good I can : Quick. And master Slender's your master? and the very yea and the no is, the French Sim. Ay, forsooth.
Doctor, my master,- 1 may call him my master, Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash like a glover's paring knife ?
wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat, and drink, Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, make the beils, and do all myself ;with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Sim. "Tis a great charge, to come under one
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? body's hand. Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of Quick. Are you advis'do that? you shall find his hands, as any is between this and his head : it a great charge: and to be np early, and down he hath fought with a warrener.
late ;-but notwithstanding (to tell you in your Quick. How say you?-O, I should remember ear; I would have no words of it ;) my master hin: Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but and strut in his gait?
notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind, Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.
that's neither here nor there. Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Pige no worse Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to Sir fortune! Tell' master parson Evans, I will do Hugh, by gar, it is a shallenge : ) vill cut his what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jackand I wish
a-nape priest to meddle or make :--you may be Re-enter Rugby.
gone; it is not good you tarry here by gar, I Rug. Out, alas ! here comes my master.
vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not Quick. We shall all be shent : Run in here, have a stone to trow at his dog. (Exit Simple. good young man; go into this closet. [Shut: Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Simple in the closet.) He will not stay long.
Caius. It is no matter-a for dat :-do not yon What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I saytell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself ? --Go, John, go inquire for my master ; I doubt:-by gar, ! vill kill de Jack priest; and I have aphe be not well, that he comes not home :--and pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our down, down, adown-a, &c.
(Sing weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. Enter Doctor Caius.
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall
be well : we must give folks leave to prate : Caius Vat is you sing? I do not like dese What, the good-jer !
Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me ;-By manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your in my company !-What should I say to him? Siead out of my door :_ Follow my heels, Rugby. was then frugal of my mirth :-heaven for
[Ereunt Caius and Rugby give me !-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parlia. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your ment for the putting down of fat men. How Own. No, I know Anne's miad for that: never shall I be rerenged on him ? for revenged I will a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.
Enter Mistress Ford. Fent. (Within. l Who's within there, ho ? Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the going to your house. house, I pray you.
Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to
you. You look very ill. Enter Fenton.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have Fen. How now, good woman: how dost thou ? to show to the contrary. Quick. The better, that it pleases your good Mrs. Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind. worship to ask.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress show you to the contrary : 0, mistress Page, Anne ?
give me some counsel ! Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and ho- Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? sest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven trifling respect, I could come to such honour ! for it
Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the Fent Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? honour: What is it ?- dispense with trifles ;Shall I not lose my suit ?
what is it? Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. sworn on a book, she loves you: -Have not Mrs. Page. What ?-thou liest Sir Alice your worship a wart above your eye?
Ford !—These knights will hack; and so thou Fent. Yes, marry, have l'; what of that? should'st not alter the article of thy gentry.
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith, Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light; here, read, it is such another Nan :-but, I detest,
an honest read ;-perceive how I might be knighted.-! maid as erer bruke bread :-We had an hour's shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I talk of that wart ;-) shall never laugh but in have an eye to make difference of men's liking : chat maid's company! But, indeed, she is given And yet he would not swear; praised women's too much to allicholly and musing : But for you modesty : and gave such orderly and well be-Well, go to.
haved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would Fent. 'Well, shall see her to-day: Hold, have sworn his disposition would have gone to there's money for thee ; let me have thy voice the truth of his words: but they do no more in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, com-adhere and keep place together, than the hunmend me
dredth psalm to the tune of Green sleeves. Quick. Will I ? i' faith, that we will: and I will What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so tell your worship more of the wart, the next many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? time we have confidence: and of other wooers. How shall I be revenged on him? I think, the Fent. Well, farewell ; lam in great haste now. best way were to entertain him with hope, till
[Exit. the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his Quick. Farewell to your worship:--Truly, an own grease. -Did you ever hear the like ? honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not ;'for Mrs. Page. Letter for letter ; but that the name I know Anne's mind as well as another does : of Page and Ford differs ! To thy great comfort Out upon't! what have I forgot ? [Exit. in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin
brother of thy letter : but let thine inherit first :
for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he ACT II.
hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank SCENE I Before Page's House. space for different names, (sure more,) and these Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.
are of the second edition : He will print them
ont of doubt : for he cares not what he puts into Mrs. Page. What! have l 'scaped love-letters the press, when he would put us two. I had In the holy-day time of my beauty, and am 1 rather be a giantess, and sie under monnt Penow a subject for them ? Let me see? [Reads. lion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious
Ask me no reason why I love you ; for thoughtnrtles, ere one chaste man. love use reason for his prerisian, he admits Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the him not forhis counsellor; You are not young, very hand, the very words : What doth he think no more am l; go to then, there's sympathy; of is? you are merry, so am I; Ha ! ha! then there's Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me more sympathy; you love sack, and so do I; almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. would you desire better sympathy? Let it sufl'll entertain myself like one that I am not acfice thee, mistress Page (at the least, if the love quainted withal'; for, sure, unless he know some of a soldier can suffice) that I love thee. Istrain in me, that I know not myself, he would will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like never have boarded me in this fury. phrase; but I say, love me. By me,
Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure Thine oron true knight,
to keep him above deck! By day or night,
Mrs. Page. So will ]; if he come under my Or any kind of light,
hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be reWith all his might
venged on him; let's appoint him a meeting ; For thee to fight,
give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead
John Falstaff: on with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd What a Herod of Jewry is this !- wicked, his horses to mine Host of the Garter. wicked world !-one that is well nigh worn to Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any pieces with age, to show himself a young gal. villany against him, that may not sully the lant! What an unweighed behaviour haih this chariess of our honesty. O, that my husband Flemish drunkard picked (with the devil's name) saw this letter! it would give eternal food to his out of my conversation, that he dares in this jealousy.
Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as Page. Hang'om, slaves! I do not think the I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, knight would ofter it: but these that accuse him is an unmeasurable distance.
in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. his discarded mem; very rogues, now they be
Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this out of service.
Page. Marry, were they.
Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.
he lie at the Garler? Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should in Sir John aflects thy wite.
tend this voyage towards my wife, I would tura Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. her loose to himn; and what be gets more of her Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich than sharp words, let it lie on my head. and poor,
Ford. I do not misdoubt iny wile; but I would Both young and old,one with one another, Ford: be loath to turn them together: a nan may be He loves the gally-mawtry; Ford, perpend. too confident: I would have nothing lie on my Ford. Love my wife?
heart; I cannot be thus satisfied. Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go Page. Look, where my ranting host of the thoi,
Gov'ter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, Like Sir Actæon he,with Ring-wood at thy heels: or money in his pure, when he looks so mer. 0, odious is the name!
rily.-How now, mine host? Ford. What name, sir? Pist. The horn, I say : Farewell.
Enter Host and Shallow. Take heed ; have open eye; for thieves do foot Host. How now, bully-rook ? thou’rt a gentleby night:
mam: cavalero.justice, I say. Take heed, ere sunmer comes, or cuckoo birds Shal. I follow, Inine bost, 1 follow. Good do sing.
even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Away, Sir comporal Nym
Page, will you go with us? we have sport in Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. Exit Pist. han. Ford. I'will be patient; I will find out this. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him,
Nym. And this is true. ( To Page. I like not builly-look. the hunour of lying. He hath wronged me in Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between sonne humours; I should have borne the hu- Sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French moured letter to her : but I have a sword, and doctor. it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word wife; there's the short and the long. My name with yon. is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avonch. lis Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook? true :---my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your
(They go aside. wife. --Adieu ! I love not the humour of bread Shal. Will you (to Page] go with us to behold and cheese ; and there's the humour of it. Alien. it? my merry host hath had the measuring of
(Erit Nym. their weapons; and, I think he hath appointed Page. The humour of it, qnoth'a! here's a then contrary places : for, believe me, I hear fellow frights humour out of his wits.
the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you Ford. I will seek out Falstaff
what our sport shall be. Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight,
my guest cavalier ? Ford. If I do find it, well.
Ford. None, I protest ; but I'll give you a Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though potule of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, the priest of the town commended him for a true and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a jest. man.
Hosl. My hand, bolly: thou shalt have egress Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow : Well. and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall Page. How now, Meg?
be Brook; It is a merry knight.-Will you go, Mrs. Page. Whíther go you, George? Hark Cavaliers ? you.
Shal. Have with you, mine host. Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why artPage. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good thou melancholy?
skill in his rapier. Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.-Shal Tut, sir, I could have told you more: Get you home, go.
In these tinies you stand on distance, your passes, Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in stoccatoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, thy head now.-Will you go, Mistress Page ? master Page: 'tis here, 'uis here.
I have seen Mrs. Page. Have with you.--You'll come to the time, with my long sword, I would have dinner, George 1-Look, who comes yonder: she made you four tall fellows skip like rats. shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?
(Aside to Mrs. Ford. Page. Have with you :-1 had rather hear Enter Mistress Quickly.
them scold than fight.
(Exeunt Host, Shal, and Page. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her : she'll Ford. Though Page be a seentre fool, and fit it.
stanis so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I car• Mrs. Page. You are come to see my danghter it put off my opinion so easily she was in Anne?
his company at Page's lionse; and, what they Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does made there, I know not. Well, I will look fun good mistress Anne ?
ther into't: and I have a disguise to sound Fale Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see ; we have staft: Jfl find her honest, I lose not my labour; an hour's talk with you.
if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. (Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and
(Erit. Mrs. Inickly. Page. How now, Master Ford ?
SCENE II. A Room in the Garter Inn. Ford. You heard what this knave told me;
Enter Falstaff and Pistol. did you not? Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told Fl. I will not lend thee a penny. me?
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
they could never get her so much as sip on a I will retort the sum in equipage.
cup with the proudest of them all: and yet there Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have but, I warrant you, all is one with her. gruted upon my good friends for three reprieves Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my for you and your coach-fellow Nym; or else good she Mercury. you had looked through the grate like a gerniny Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; of baboons. I am damned in hell, for swearing for the which she thanks you a thousand times to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and she gives you to notify, that her husband and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost will be absence from his house between ten and the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, eleven. thon hadsi it not.
Fal. Ten and eleven? Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come fifteen pence?
and see the picture, she says, that you wot of ; Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st master Ford, her husband, will be from home. thon, l'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you: him; he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very -go. -A short knife and a throng ;-to your ma frampold life with him, good heart. nor of Pickthatch, go. -Yon'll not bear a letter Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me for me you rogue! you stand upon your honour! to her; I will not fail her. -Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much Quick. Why, you say well: But I have anoas I can do to keep the terms of my lionour ther messenger to your worship: Mrs. Page hath precise. 1, 1, 1 myself
sometimes, leaving the her hearty commendations to you too;-and let fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil honrur in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to modest wife, and one (i tell you) that will not hedge, and to lurch; and yet, you, rogue, will miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other and she your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating bade me tell your worship, that her husband is baths, under the shelter of your honour! Yon seldom from home; but she hopes, there will will not do it, you !
come a time. I never knew a woman so dote Pist. I do relent; what would'st thou more of upon a man ; surely, I thiuk you have charms, man ?
la ; yes, in truth. Enter Robin.
Fal. Notl, I assure thee; setting the attractions
of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Fob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with Quick. Blessings on your heart for'!! you.
Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's Fal 'Let her approach.
wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other
how they love me? Enter Mistress Quickly.
Quirk. That were a jest, indeed !--they have Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. not so little grace, I hope :-that were a trick Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.
indeed! But Mistress Page would desire you to Quick. Not so, an't please your worship. send her your little page of all loves; her husFal. Good maid, then.
band has a marvellous infection to the little Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the page; and, truly, master Page is an honest man. first hour I was born.
Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than Fal. I do believe the swearer : What with me? she does; do what she will, say what she will,
Quick Shall 1 vouchsafe your worship a word take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise or two?
when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she Fal Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll deserves it: for if there be a kind woman in vouchsafe thee the hearing.
Windsor, she is one. You must send her your Quick. There is one Mistress Ford, sir ;-1 page; no remedy. pray, come a little nearer this ways:-1 myself' Fal. Why, I will. dwell with master doctor Cains.
Quick. Nay, but do so then : and, look you, Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say he may come and go between you both; and, Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray in any case, bave à nay word, that you may your worship, come a little nearer this ways. know one another's mind, and the boy never Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears:-mine own need to understand any thing; for 'lis not good people, mine own people.
that children should know any wickedness : old Quick. Are they so 1 Heaven bless them, and folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, make them his servants !
and know the world. Fal Well: mistress Ford :- What of her ? Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, both : there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.lord ! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven Boy, go along with this woman. This news forgive you, and all of us, I pray!
distracts me! (Ereunt quickly and Robin. Fal. Mistress Ford :--come, mistress Ford, Pist. 'This punk is one of Cupid's carriers Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long Clap on more sails ; pursue, up with your fights; of it: you bave brought her into such a canaries Give fire; she is iny prize, or ocean whelm them as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all!
[Erit Pistol all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways, have brought her to such a canary. Yet there I'l! make more of thy old body than I have has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after after the expense of so much money, be now a coach, letter after letter, gift after gift ; sinelling gainer? Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 80 sweetly (all musk); and so rushling, I warrani "tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter. you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best,
Enter Bardolph. and the fairest, that would have won any wo Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below man's heart and, I warrant you, they could would fain speak with you, and be acquainted never get an eye-wink of her.--I had myself with you: and hath sent your worship a morntwenty angels given me this morning: but I ing's draught of sack. defy all angels, (in any such sort, as they say.) Fal. Brook is his name', out in the way of honesty :-and, I warrant you, Bard. Ay, sir.