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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. van ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he Caius. By gar, then I have as much muckwill not be jealous : I will rather uusi a Fleming vater as de Englishman :-Scurvy jack-dog with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman priest; by gar, me vill cut his ears. with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. vitæ boitle, or a thiei to walk my ambling geld- Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat ? mg, than my wife with herself: then she plots, Host. That is, he will make thee amends. then she ruminates, then she devises : and what Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapperthey think in their hearts they may effect, they de-claw me : for, by gar, me vill have it. will break their hearts but they will effect. Host. And I will provoke him to'l, or let him Heaven be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven wag: o'clock the hour will prevent this, detect my Caius. Me tank you for dat. wise, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, mastet

will about it ; better three hours 100 soon, guest, and master Page, and cke cavalero Slenthan a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie ! cuckold der, go you through the town to Frogmore cuckold ! cuckold !


(Aside to them. SCENE III. Windsor Park.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Enter Caius and Rugby.

Host. He is there : see what humour he is in ;

and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : Caius. Jack Rugby.

will it do well ? Rug. Sir.

Shal. We will do it. Caius. Vat is de elock, Jack ?

Page, Shal. and Slen. Adicu, good master Rug: 'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh doctor. (Exeunt Page, Shal, and Slen. promised to meet.

Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he Caius. By går, he has save his soul, dat he is speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. no come: he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy imno come : by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead al- patience; throw cold water on thy choler: go ready, if he be come.

about the fields with me through Frogmore : 1 Rug: He is wise, sir; he knew your worship will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a would kill him, if he came.

farmhouse a feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as ! Cry'd game, said I well? vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, tell you how I vill kill him.

I love you : and I shall procure-a you de good Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

guest, de earl, de knighi, de Jords, de gentleCaius. Villany, take your rapier.

men, my patients. Rug. Forbear ; here's company.

Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

towards Anne Page; said I well ?

Caius. By gar, 'us good ; vell said. Host. 'Bless thee, bully

Host. Let us wag then. Shal. Save you, master doctor Caius.

Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby: Page. Now, good master doctor!

(Ereuni. Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for ?

АСТ II. Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to SCENE 1. A Field near Frogmore. Bee thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and simple. there ; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's dead, my Ethiopian is he dead, my Francisco ?, and friend Simple by your name, ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? my Ga- which way. have you looked for master Caius, len? my heart of elder ? ha! is he dead, bully Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the parkStale ? is he dead ? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack-priest of ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every de vorld; he is not show his face.

way but the town way. Host. Thou art a Castilian, king-urinal! Hec- Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will tor of Greece, my boy!

also look that way. Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have Sim. I will, sir. stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and

Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers ! he is no come.

am, and trempling of mind !- shall be glad, if Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he he have deceivet me:-how melancholies I am! is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies: 1-I will knog his ur nals 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 !

[Sings. Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been To shallow rivers, to whose falls a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Melodious birds sing madrigals ; Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now

There will we make our peds of roses, be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, And a thousand fragrant posies. my finger itches to make one : though we are

To shallow justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. Page, we have some salt of our youth in us, we are the sons of women, Master Page.

Melodious birds sing madrigalz ;Page. "Tis true, master Shallow.

When as I sat in Pabylon, Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Mas

And a thousand vagram posies. ter doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home.

To shallow i am sworn of the peace ; you have showed Sim. Yonder he is coming this way, Sir Hugh. yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath Eva. He's welcome :shown himself a wise and patient churchman; To shallow rivers, to whose fallsyon must go with me, master doctor.

Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he? Host. Pardon, guest justice SA word, mon- Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my mas. sieur Mack-water.

ter, master Shallow, and another genilem Caius, Muck.vater. yat is dat?

from Frogmore, over the stile, this way

you, follow


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. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

Shal. Trust me, a mad host :-Follow, gentle

men, follow. Shal. How now, master parson? Good mor- Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! row, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from {Exeunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Hoste the dice, and a good student from his book, Caius. Hal do I perceive dat?' have you and it is wonderful.

make-a de sot of us ? ha, ha! Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page 1

Eva. This is well; he has made us his vloutPage. Save you, good Sir Hugh.

ing-stog. -I desire you, that we may be friends; Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! and let us knog our prains together, to be reShal. Whail the sword and the word do venge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging comyou study them both, master parson ?

panion, the host of the Garter. Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise hose, this raw rheumatic day?

to bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar, he deEva. There is reasons and causes for it.

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.

(Ereuni. Eva, Fery well: What is it?

SCENE II. The Street in Windsor. Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having received wrong by some

Enter Mistress Page and Robin. person, is at most odds with his own gravity Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little galand patience, that ever you saw.

lant; you were wont to be a follower, but now 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, mine eyes, or eye your master's heels ? and learning, so wide of his own respect.

Rob. 'I had rather, forsooth, go before you Eva. What is he?

like a man, than follow him like a dwarf. Page. I think you know him ; master doctor, Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now Caius, the renowned French physician. I see you'll be a courtier. Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart !

Enter Ford. I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.

Ford. Well met, mistress Page; Whither go Page. Why? Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is and Galen,-and he is a knave besides ; a cow

she at home? Ardly knave, as you would desires to be ac

Furd. Ay; and as idle as she may hang togequainted withal.

ther, for want of company : I think, if your husPage. ! warrant you, he's the man should bands were dead, you two would marry. fight with him.

Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, -two other husSlen. ( sweet Anne Page!

bands. Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:-Keep Ford. Where had you this pretty weather. them asunder ;-here comes doctor Caius.


Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. name is my husband had him of: What do you Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your Rob. Sir John Falstaff.

call your knight's name, sirrah? weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor.

Ford. Sir John Falstaff! Host. Disarm them, and let them question ;

Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name. let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our There is such a league between my good man English.

and he is your wife at home, indeed ? Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir;-I am sick, till

Ford. Indeed she is. your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me? Eva. Pray you, use your patience : In good Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ?

I see her. [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath dog, John ape.

no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letEva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs ter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot to other men's humours; I desire you in friend-point blank twelve score. He pieces-out his 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 Fulstaff's boy, with her. Å man may hear this and appointments.

shower sing in the wind l-and Falstaff's boy Caius. Diable !-Jack Rugby,--mine Host de with her !--Good plots !--they are laid ; and onr Jarlerre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? revolted wives share damnation together. Well; have I not, at de place I did appoint?

I will take him; then torture my wife, pluck the Eva. As 'I am a Christians soul, now, look borrowed veil of modesty from the 80-seeming you, this is the place appointed; f'll be judg. mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure ment by mine host of the Garter.

and wilful Actæon; and to these violent proHost. Peace, I say Guallia and Gaul, French ceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. ( Clock and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer. strikes.] The clock gives me my cue, and my ag.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! excellent ! surance bids me search ; there shall I find FalHost. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the staff: I shall be rather praised for this, than Garter. Am I politick ? am I subtle ? am I a mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, Machiavel ? Shall I lose my doctor ? no; he that Falstaff is there : I will go. gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh I lose my parson? my priest, my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the pro-verbs and the no-verbs.

Evans, Caius, and Rugby Give me thy hand, terrestrial; 80:-Give me Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. thy hand, celestial; 80. Boys of art, I have Ford. Trust me a good knot: 1 have good cheer deceived you both; I have directed you to at home; and, I pray you all, go with me. wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed


to dine with mistress Anne, and I wonld not of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shnl' make break with her for more money than I'll speak of. thee a new doublet and hose. I'll go hide ine.

Shal We have lingered about a match between Mrs. Furd. Do so :-Go tell thy master, I am Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day alone. Mistress Page, remember you your ene. we shall have our answer.

(Erit Robin. Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, Page.

[Erit Mrs. Page. Page. You have, master Slender; I stand whol- Mrs. Ford. Go to then ; we'll rise this unwholely for you :--but my wife, master doctor, is for some humidity, this gross watry pumpion ; you altogether.

we'll teach him to know turtles from jays. Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me;

Enter Falstaff. my nursh-a Ruickly tell me so mush. Host. What say you to young master Fenton ?

Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jerrel ? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he Why, now let me die, for I have lived long writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April enough; this is the period of my ambition : 3 and May: he will carry't, he will carry'ı:'tis this blessed hour!

Mrs. Ford (sweet Sir John! Page. Not by my cousent, I promise you. The Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot gentleman is of no having: he kept company with prate, inistress Ford. Now shall I’sin in my the wild Prince and Poins; be is of too high a wish I would thy husband were dead : 1 region, he knows too much. No, he shall not speak it before the best lord, I would make thee kni a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my

my lady. substance: if he take her, let hiin take her sim

Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir John! alas, I should ply; the wealth I have waits on my consent, and be a pitiful lady.

Fal. Let the court of France show me sich my consent goes not that way.

Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some you go another; I see how thine eye would emulate the home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, Iliamond : Thou hast the righe arched bent of you shall have sport; I will show you a mon- the brow, that becomes the shiptire, the tire. ster. — Master doctor, you shall go ;--so shall valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. yon, master Page ;-And you, Sir Hugh.

Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, Sir John: my Shal. Well, fare you well we shall have the brows become nothing else; nor that well bei. freer wooing at master Page's. [Exeunt Shallow and Slender.

Fal. By the lord, thou art a traitor to say so: Carus. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.

thon would'st make an absolute courtier; and [Erit Rugby

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 far. nest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. shingale. ) see what thon wert, if fortune thy

(Exit Host. foe were not: nature is thy friend : Come, thou wine first with him ? I'll make him dance. Will Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing Por out of Asiche I think, I shall drink in Rice Cancement biele

bien von go, gentles? All. Have with you, to see this monster.

Fal. What made me love thee? let that per

[Exeunt. suade thee, there's something extraordinary in SCENE III. A Room in Ford's House.

thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say thou art this

and that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. buds, that come like women in men's apparel, Mrs. Ford. What John! what Robert ! and smell like Bucklersbury in simple-time;

1 Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly: Is the buck- cannot: but I love thee; none but thee; and basket

thon deservest it. Mrs. Ford. I warrant: -What, Robin, I say.

Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir ; 1 fear you

love mistress Page. Enter Servants with a basket.

Fal. Thon might'st as well say, I love to walk Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.

as the reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love must be brief.

yon; and you shall one day find it. Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John Fal. Keep in that mind ; I'll deserve it. and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew- Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; house; and when I siddenly call yon, come forth, or else I could not be in that mind. and (without any pa vse or staggering) take this Rob. [rithin.) Mistress Ford, mistress Ford ! basket on your shonlders ; that done, trudge with here's inistress Page at the door, sweating and it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs in Datchet mead, and there empty it in the mud- i speak with you presently. dy ditch, close by the Thames side.

Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce Mrs. Page. You will do it?

me behind the arras. Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tatThey lack no direction: Be gone, and come when tling woman.

(Falstaff" hides himself. you are called.

[Ereunt Servants,

Enter Mistress Page and Robin.
Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.

What's the matter ? how now?
Enter Robin.

Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you, Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what done? You're shamed, you are overthrown, you news with you?

are undone for ever. Rob. My master Sir John is come in at your Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress back door, mistress Ford; and requests your Page ? company.

Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford! hav., Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you ing an honest man to your husband, to give him been true to us?

such canse of suspicion ! Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion? of your being here, and has threatened to put Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion? Out upon me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; you ! how am I mistook in you! for, he swears, he'll turn me away.

Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter? Mrs. Page. Thou art a good boy, this secrecy Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, wo

in me.

man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me betfor a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the ter, that my husband is deceived, or Sir John. house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when of his absence: You are undone.

your husband asked who was in the basket! Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.-[Aside.]'Tis not Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need so, I hope.

of washing; so throwing him into the water will Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you do him a benefit. have such a man here; but'tis most certain your Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, would all of the same strain were in the same to search for such a one. I come before to tell distress 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 I 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 throw a thousand pound, he were out of the house. ing into the water; and give him another Lope, 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 yon of some conveyance: in to-morrow eight o'clock to have amends. the house you cannot hide him.-0, how have yon 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 fonl 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?

Ford. Ay, I do so.
Re-enter Falstaff.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your

thoughts! 'Fal. Let me see't; let me see't! Olet me

Ford. Amen. see't! I'll in, I'll in ; follow your friend's coun

Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, sel-l'll in.

master Ford. Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. your letters, knight?

Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the away: let me creep in here; I'll never- presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of (He goes into the basket; they cover him judgment. with foul linen.

Caius. By gar, nor 1 too; dere is no bodies. Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Page. Fie. fie, master Ford! are you not Call your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this knight!

imagination ? I would not have your distemper Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! [Exit in this kind for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Robin; Re-enter Servants.) Go take up these Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : 1 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.

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Ford. Well;-1 promised you a dinner:

Ford. Pray, you, come near: If I suspect with Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, out canse, why then make sport at me, then let pardon me; I will hereafter make known to me be your jest; I deserve it. -How now? whi-you, why I have don this. -Come, wife ;ther bear you this?

Come, mistress Page; I pray you, pardon me; Scr. To the laundress, forsooth.

pray heartily, pardon me. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, they bear it? You were best meddle with buck - we'll mock him. I do invite you tomorrow washing

morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the the buck! Buck! buck! buck? Ay, buck! bush: Shall it be so? warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it Ford. Any thing. shall appear. (Ereunt Servants with the basket Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night ; I'll tell company, you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a ascend my chambers, search, seek, find ont: de tird. I'll warrant we'll unkennel the fox:-Let me Eva. In your teeth ; for shame. stop this way first :- So, now uncape.

Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you Eva. I pray you now remembrance to-morrow, wrong yourself too much.

on the lousy knave, mine host. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen ;/ Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and [Erit. his mockeries.

(Ereunt. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours and jeaJonsies.

SCENE IV. A Room in Page's House. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France;

Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page. it is not jealous in France.

Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love : Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen, see the Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. issue of his search.

Anne. Alas! how then ? (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.


Why, thou must be thysel! Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency He doth object, I am too great of birth; n this?

And that, my state being gall'd with my expense

I seek to heal it only by his wealth:

Fent. Sir, will you hear me ? Besides these, other bars he lays before me,- Page.

No, good master Fenton. My riots past, my wild societies :

Come, master Shallow; come, son Slender; in:And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master FenI should love thee, but as a property.

ton. Anne. May be, he tells you true.

(Ereunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Fen! No, heaven so speed me in my time to Quick. Speak to mistress Page. come!

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your
Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth

Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne; In such a righteous fashion as I do,
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Perforee, against all checks, rebukes, and man-
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;

ners, And 'tis the very riches of thyself

I must advance the colours of my love, That now I aim at.

And not retire: Let me bave your good will. Anne.

Gentle master Fenton, Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir:

fool. If opportunity and humblest suit

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Cannot attain it, why then-Hark you hither.

husband. [They converse apart. Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the

earth, Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my And bowl'd to death with turnips. kinsman shall speak for himself.

Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: slid, 'tis master Fenton, bat venturing.

I will not be your friend, nor enemy. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

My daughter will I question how she loves you, Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not And as I find her, so am I affected ; for that --but that I am afeard."

'Till then, farewell, sir :-she must needs go in; Quick Hark ye; master Slender would speak Her father will be angry. a word with you.

[Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Anne. I come to him.-This is my father's Fent. Farewell gentle misuress; farewell, Nan. choice.

Quick. This is my doing, now :-Nay, said 1, O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

will you cast away your child on a fool, and a Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! physician? Look on master Fenton - this is

[ Aside. my doing Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once toPray you, a word with you.

night Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy hadst a father!


(Erit. Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! can tell you good jests of him :Pray you, uncle, A kind heart he hath: a woman would run tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole through fire and water for such a kind heart. two geese out of a pen, good uncle.

But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne; Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any wo- I would master Fenton had her: I will do what man in Gloucestershire.

I can for them all three ; for so I have promised, Shal. He will maintain you like a gentle and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously woman.

for master Fenton. Well, I must of another Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long tail, errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mis. under the degree of a 'squire.

tresses : What a beast am I to slack it! [Erit. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn. Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; 1 thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz; l'll

Fal. Bardolph, I say,

Bard. Here, sir. leave you.

Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast Anne. Now, master Slender.

in't [Erit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and Anne. What is your will ? Slen. My will ? od's heartlings, that's a pretty served such another trick, I'll have my brains

to be thrown into the Thames? Well; if I be jest leed l I ne'er made my will yet, 1 thank ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them to a dog heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me heaven praise. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would into the river with as little remorse as they would

have drowned a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' you with me? Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bot

the litter : and you may know by my size, that or nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle tom were as deep as hell, i should down. I had ave made motions; if it be my luck, so: if not, been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and appy man be his dole! They

can tell you how shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water things go, better than I can : You may ask your swells a'man; and what a thing should I have ather; here he comes.

been, when I had been swelled I should have Enter Page and Mistress Page. been a mountain of mummy. Page. Now, master Slender :- Love him, daughter Anne.

Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine. Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : with you.

told you, sir, my danghter is dispos'd of. Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Pent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Thames water: for my belly's as cold, as if I had Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reint my child.

Call her in. Page. She is no match for you.

Bard. Come in, woman.

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