Fel Call him in: [Exit Bardolph.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ah! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompass'd you? go to; via! Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir. Fal. And you, sir: Would you speak with me? Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? nest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth Ford. Believe it, for you know it :-There is money; spend it, spend it, spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife: use your art of Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more ac-wooing, win her consent to you; if any man quaintance of you. Ford. Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are; the which hath something embolden'd me to this unseason'd intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. may, you may as soon as any. Ford. O, understand my drift! she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour, that Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here is too bright to be looked against. Now, could troubles me if you will help me to bear it, Sir I come to her with any detection in my hand, John, take all, or half, for easing me of the car-my desires had instance and argument to comriage. Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing. Fal. Speak, good master Brook; 1 shall be glad to be your servant. Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,-1 will be brief with you; and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection: but, good Sir John, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own; that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender. Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. mend themselves; I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her mar riage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too strongly embattled against me: What say you to't, Sir John? Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next give me your hand; and fast, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. Ford. O good sir! Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall. Ford. Want no money, Sir John, you shall want none. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you shall want none. I shall be with her (1 may tell you) by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-be tween, parted from me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall her husband's name is Ford. Fal. Well, sir. know how I speed. Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir? Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! 1 a doting observance; engrossed opportunities know him not-yet I wrong him to call him to meet her; fee'd every slight occasion, that poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath could but niggardly give me sight of her; not inasses of money; for the which his wife seems only bought many presents to give her, but have to me well-favoured, I will use her as the key given largely to many, to know what she would of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my have given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love harvest-home. hath pursued me; which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have received none; unless experience be a jewel: that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that hath taught me to say this: Love like a shadow flies, when substance love Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pur-soon at night :-Ford's a knave, and I will ag pursues; Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him. Fat. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue ! I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel; it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife.-Come to me gravate his style: thou, master Brook, shalt know him for a knave and cuckold:-come to Fal. Have you received no promise of satis-me soon at night. faction at her hands? Ford. Never. [Exit. Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this-My heart is ready to crack with impa Fal. Have you importuned her to such a pur- tience.-Who says this is improvident jealousy pose? Ford. Never. Fal. Of what quality was your love then? Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground, so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where 1 erected it. Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that though she appear ho -My wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this ?-See the hell of having a falsa woman! my bed shall be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Terms! names! -Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's addition, Cha Caius. By gar, then I have as much muckvater as de Englishman:-Scurvy jack-dog priest; by gar, me vill cut his ears. Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat? Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapperde-claw me: for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag, Caius. Me tank you for dat. names of fiends: but cuckold! wittol cuckold! Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is he devil himself hath not such a name. Page valour, bully. an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavita bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises: and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven o'clock the hour-I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! Quckold! cuckold! [Exit. Rug. Sir. Catus. Vat is de clock, Jack? Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet. Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come: he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come. Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill him, if he came. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; 1 vill tell you how I vill kill him. Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence. Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page. Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully! What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder ? ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack-priest of de vorld; he is not show his face. Host. Thou art a Castilian, king-urinal! Hector of Greece, my boy! Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, master guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields: will it do well Shal. We will do it. Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. [Exeunt Page, Shal. and Slen. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore: 1 will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farmhonse a feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said I well? Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love you and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients. Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary towards Anne Page; said 1 well? Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. ACT III. [Exeuni SCENE 1. A Field near Frogmore. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple. Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic? Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the parkward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way. Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way. Sim. I will, sir. Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!-1 shall be glad, if Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he he have deceived me:-how melancholies I am! is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies:-I will knog his urinals about his knave's cosif you should fight, you go against the hair of tard, when I have good opportunities for the your professions; is it not true, master Page?'ork:-'pless my soul! Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page. Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman; you must go with me, master doctor. Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Muck-water. Caius. Muck-vater vat is dat? [Sings. To shallow rivers, to whose falls To shallow Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. To shallow. Sim. Yonder he is coming this way, Sir Hugh. To shallow rivers, to whose falls— Heaven prosper the right !-What weapons is he'l Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentlem from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else -Come, lay their swords to pawn:-Follow keep it in your arms. me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. Shal. Trust me, a mad host:-Follow, gentlemen, follow. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Shal. What! the sword and the word! do you study them both, master parson? Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day? Eva. There is reasons and causes for it. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! [Exeunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Host. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of us ? ha, ha! Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog.-I desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter. Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he de ceive me too. Page. We are come to you, to do a good of Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles:-Pray fice, master parson. you, follow." [Exeuni SCENE II. The Street in Windsor. Enter Mistress Page and Robin. lant; you were wont to be a follower, but now Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gal Eva. Fery well: What is it? Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having received wrong by some" person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. Shal. I have lived fourscore years and up-you are a leader: Whether had you rather lead ward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity,Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you mine eyes, or eye your master's heels? and learning, so wide of his own respect. like a man, than follow him like a dwarf. Eva. What is he? Page. I think you know him; master doctor, Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Page. Why? Enter Ford. Ford. Well met, mistress Page; Whither go you? Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she at home? Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave besides; a cowFord. Ay; and as idle as she may hang toge ardly knave, as you would desires to be ac-ther, for want of company: I think, if your husquainted withal. bands were dead, you two would marry. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other husbands. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. Slen. O sweet Anne Page! Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius. Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me? Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Ford. Where had you this pretty weathercock? Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: What do you call your knight's name, sirrah? Rob. Sir John Falstaff. Ford. Sir John Falstaff! There is such a league between my good man Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name. and he!-Is your wife at home, indeed? Ford. Indeed she is. I see her. Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir:--I am sick, till [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes? Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letdog, John ape. Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs ter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot He pieces-out his to other men's humours; I desire you in friend-point blank twelve score. ship, and I will one way or other make you wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion and amends:-I will knog your urinals about your advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and knave's cogscomb, for missing your meetings Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind!-and Falstaff's boy and appointments. with her!-Good plots!-they are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well; I will take him; then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so-seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent_proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. [Clock strikes.] The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; there shall 1 find Fal staff: I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there: I will go. Caius. Diable!-Jack Rugby,-mine Host de Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint? Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter. Host. Peace, I say Guallia and Gaul, French and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer." Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent! Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politick? am I subtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest, my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the pro-verbs and the no-verbs. Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so:-Give me thy hand, celestial; so.-Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of. Shal We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer. Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page. Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly for you:-but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether. Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. Host. What say you to young master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't; he will carry't:"tis in his buttons: he will carry't. Page. Not by my consent, 1 promise you. The gentleman is of no having: he kept company with the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance: if he take her, let him take her simply; the wealth I have waits on my consent, aud my consent goes not that way. Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a mon ster-Master doctor, you shall go;-so shall you, master Page ;-And you, Sir Hugh. Shal. Well, fare you well :-we shall have the freer wooing at master Page's. [Exeunt Shallow and Slender. Catus. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. [Exit Rugby. of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose.-I'll go hide me. Mrs. Ford. Do so:-Go tell thy master, 1 am alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. [Exit Robin. Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me. [Exit Mrs. Page. Mrs. Ford. Go to then; we'll use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watry pumpion;we'll teach him to know turtles from jays. Enter Falstaff. Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why,, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; this is the period of my ambition. this blessed hour! Mrs. Ford. O sweet Sir John! Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, Inistress Ford. Now shall 'sin in my wish I would thy husband were dead: I'll speak it before the best lord, I would make thee Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir John! alas, I should my lady. be a pitiful lady. Fal. Let the court of France show me such. diamond: Thou hast the right arched bent of another; I see how thine eye would emulate the the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tirevaliant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, Sir John: my brows become nothing else; nor that well nei ther. Fal. By the lord, thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st make an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an excelHost. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my ho-lent motion to thy gait, in a semi-circled farnest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. thingale. 1 see what thou wert, if fortune thy [Exit Host. foe were not: nature is thy friend: Come, thou Ford. [Aside. I think, I shall drink in pipe- canst not hide it. wine first with him 7 I'll make him dance. Will. von go, gentles? All. Have with you, to see this monster. Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in me. Fal. What made me love thee? let that per suade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time; buck-cannot: but I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it. [Exeunt. basket "Mrs. Ford. I warrant:-What, Robin, I say. Enter Servants with a basket. Mrs. Page. Come, come, come. love mistress Page. Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me as the reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it. Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could not be in that mind. Rob. [within.]_Mistress Ford, mistress Ford! here's mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brewhouse; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and (without any pe use or staggering) take this basket on your shoulders; that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet mead, and there empty it in the mud-speak with you presently. dy ditch, close by the Thames' side. Mrs. Page. You will do it? Mra. Ford. I have told them over and over; They lack no direction: Be gone, and come when you are called. [Exeunt Servants. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin. Enter Robin. Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what news with you? Rob. My master Sir John is come in at your back door, mistress Ford; and requests your company. Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been true to us? Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not of your being here; and has threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, he swears, he'll turn me away. Mrs. Page. Thou art a good boy; this secrecy Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras. Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.[Falstaff hides himself. Enter Mistress Page and Robin. What's the matter? how now? Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, you are overthrown, you are undone for ever. Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page? Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford! having an honest man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion! Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion? Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter? man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his absence: You are undone. Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.-[Aside. ]-Tis not so, I hope. Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or Sir John. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket! Mrs. Ford. 1 am half afraid he will have need of washing; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same strain were in the same distress Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one. I come before to tell you if you know yourself clear, why I am glad Mrs. Ford. I think my husband hath some of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, special suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for 1 convey him out. Be not amazed: call all your never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. senses to you; defend your reputation, or bid Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And farewell to your good life for ever. we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff; his Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?-There is a gen-dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwa thousand pound, he were out of the house. ing into the water; and give him another hope, Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand, you had to betray him to another punishment? rather, and you had rather; your husband's here Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in to-morrow eight o'clock to have amends. the house you cannot hide him.-O, how have you deceived me!-Look, here is a basket; if Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius,and Sir Hugh Evans. he be of any reasonable stature he may creep in Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave here; and throw foul linen upon him, as if it bragged of that he could not compass. were going to bucking: Or, it is whiting-time, Mrs. Page. Heard you that? send him by your two men to Datchet mead. Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace:-You use me well, Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there: What master Ford, do you? shall I do? Re-enter Falstaff. 'Fal. Let me see't; let me see't! O let me see't! I'll in, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel:-I'll in. Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight? Fal. 1 love thee, and none but thee; help me away: let me creep in here; I'll never [He goes into the basket; they cover him 'Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your thoughts! Ford. Amen. Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master Ford. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment. Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not have your distemper Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! [Erit in this kind for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Robin; Re-enter Servants.] Go take up these Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff? Era. You suffer for a pad conscience: your look, how you drumble: carry them to the laun-wife is as honest a 'omans as I will desires among dress in Datchet mead; quickly, come. five thousand, and five hundred too. Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Ford. Pray, you, come near: If I suspect without cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be your jest; I deserve it.-How now? whi-you, why I have done this.-Come, wife;ther bear you this? Ser. To the laundress, forsooth. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? You were best meddle with buckwashing. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the buck! Buck! buck! buck? Ay, buck! I warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall appear. [Exeunt Servants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out: I'll warrant we'll unkennel the fox:-Let me stop this way first :-So, now uncape. Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. [Erit. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France; it is not jealous in France. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen, see the issue of his search. [Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency u this ? Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Ford. Well;-I promised you a dinner :Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to Come, mistress Page; I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: Shall it be so? Ford. Any thing. Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company, Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de tird. Eva. In your teeth; for shame. SCENE IV. A Room in Page's House. |