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Fent. within.] Who's within there, hoa ?
Quic. Who's there, I trow? come near the house, I pray you.
SC E N E XI.
Enter Mr Fenton. Fent. How now, good woman, how dost thou ?
Quic. The better that it pleases your good worfhip to ask.
Fent. What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?
Quic. In truth, Sir, and the is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way, I praile heav'n for it.
Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou ? (hall I not lose my suit ?
Quic. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above ; but notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book she loves you.-Have not your worMip a wart above your eye ?
Fent. Yes, marry have I; and what of that?
Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith it is such another Nan; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke bread ;-we had an hour's talk of that wart :- I shall never laugh but in that maid's company !-But, indeed, me is given too much to allicholy and musing; but for youWell
Fent. Well, I shall see her to day. 'Hold, there's money for thee: let me have thy voice in my behalf; if thou seeft her before me, cominend me
Quic. Will I ? ay, faith, that we will: and I wilĩ tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence, and of other wooers.
Fent. Well, farewell, I am in great halte now.
Quic. Farewell to your Worship. Truly, an honest gentleman, but Anne loves him not; I know Anne's mind as well as another does, Out upon't, what have I forgot?
[Exit. Vol. III.
day-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see:
Ask me 110 reason why I love you; for tho' love use reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor *. You are not young, no more am 1: go to then, there's Sympathy : you are merry, so am 1; ha! ha! then there's more sympathy : you love fack, and so do 1; would you desire better sympathy let it suffice thee, Mistress Page, at the least
, if the love of a soldier can suffice, that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me :
By nie, thine own true Knight,
For thee to fight. John Falstaff. What a Herod of Jewry is this? O wicked, wicked world! one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant ! what unweigh'd behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard pick’t, i' th’devil's name, out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner aslay me? why, he hath not been thrice in my company: what should I say to him ?-I was then frugal of my mirth-heav'n
* This is obscure ; but the meaning is, tho' love permit reason to tell what is fit to be done, he seldom follows its advice. Warburton,
Perhaps Falstaff said, shough love use reason as his physician, he admits bim not for his counsellor. Johnson.
forgive me-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be reveng'd on him ? for reveng'd I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings:
S CE N E II.
Enter Mrs Ford.
Mrs Page. And trust me, I was coming to you'; you look very ill.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have. to thew to the
Mrs Ford. Well, I do then ; yet I say I could shew you to the contrary. O Mistress Page, give me some counsel.
Mrs Page What's the matter, woman?
Mrs Ford. O woman! if it were not for one trifing respect, I could come to fuch honour.
Mis Page. Hang the trifle, woman, take the honour; what is it? dispense, with trifles;. what is it?
Mrs Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted.
Mrs Page. Whai ?---thou lieft!--Sir Alice Ford! these knights will hack, and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry:
Mrs Ford We burn day-light-here, read-read -perceive how I might be knighted-I shall think the worle of fat-men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of mens liking; and yet he would not swear; prais'd women's modesty; and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncome. liness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere, and keep pace together, than the hundredth Psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. What tempest I trow, threw this whale, with so many ton of oil in his belly, ashore at Windíor? how fhall I be reveng'd on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, 'till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own greafeDid you ever hear the like?
Mrs Page. Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs. To thy great comfort 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 hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank-space for different names; nay, more; and these are of the decond edition : he will print them out of doubt, for he cares not what he puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantels, and ly under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.
Mrs Ford. Why, this is the very fame, the very hand, the very words: what doth he think of us?
Mrs Page. Nay, I know not; it makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain inyself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he knew fom stain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury.
Mrs Ford. Boarding, call it you ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck.
Mrs Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to lea again. Let's be reveng'd on him; let's appoint him a meeting, give him a show of comfort in his suit, and lead him on with a fine baited delay, 'till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine host of the Garter.
Mrs Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villainy against him, that may not fully the chariness of our honesty. Oh that my husband faw this letier ! it would give him eternal food, to his jealousy.
Mrs Page. Why, look where he comes, and my good iran too; he's as far from jealousy, as I am froin giving him cause ; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.
Mrs Ford. You are the happier woman.
Mrs Poge. Let's consult together against this. greafy knight. Come hither. [They retire.
Pift. Hope is a curtail * dog in some affairs.
Ford. Why, Sir, my wife is not young,
Ford. Love my wife ?
Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, like Sir Acteon, he, with Ring-wood at thy heels. o, odious is the name. Ford. What name, Sir?
Pist. The horn, I say: farewell. Take heed, have open eye; for thieves do foot by:
night. Take heed ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds afm.
fright. Away, Sir corporal Nym tin Believe it, Page, he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol.
Ford. I will be patient'; I will find out this.
Nym. And this is true : I like not the humour of lying; he hath wrongd me in some humours: I Thould have born the humour'd-letter to her; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necellityHe loves your wife; there's the short and the long.
My name is Corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch ; 'tis true-my name is Nym, and Falitatt loves your wife.----Adieu ; I love not the humour of bread and cheese : adieu.
[Exit Nyin. Page. The humour of it, quoth a'! here's a fel. low frights humour out of its wits.
* That is, a dog that misses his game. Johnson. t Nam, I believe, : is out of place, and we should. read thus : Away, Sir corporal.
Nym. Believe it, Page, he speaks sense. Johnson...