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Anne. Gentle master Fenton.

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' fool! Yet seck my father's love! still seek it, sir!

Mrs Puge. I mean it not; I seek you a better husband. If opportunity and humblest suit

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Cannot attain it, why theu,-Hark you hither,

Anne. Alas, I had rather he set quick i' the earth, [They converse apart. And bowl'd to death with turnips. Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs QUICKLY. Mrs Page. Come, trouble not yourself: good master Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kins Fenton, man shall speak for himself.

I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
Slin. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: slid, 'tis but My daughter will I question how she loves you,
venturing.

Andas I find her, so am I atlected;
Shal. Be not dismay’d.

Tillthen, farewell, sir!--She must needs go in;
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for Her father will be angry. (Exeunt Mrs Page and Anne.
that, but that I am afeard.

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress! farewell, Nan ! Quick. Hark ye: master Slender would speak a word Quick. This is my doing now;-Nay, said I, will you

cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look Anne. I come to him. This is my father's choice. master Fenton :- this is my doing. 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

Fent, I thank thee; aud I pray thee, once to-night Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a-year! Give my sweet Nan this ring! There's for thy pains. (Aside.

(Exit. fuick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind you, a word with you!

heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst, water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my masa father!

ter had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender had Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne; - my uncle can her ; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her: I tell you good jests of him :-pray you,uncle, tell mis- will do what I can for them all three; for so I have protress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out mised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously of a pen, good uucle,

for master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

sir John Falstall from my two mistresses; what a beast Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in am I to slack it?

[Exit. Gloucestershire. Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under

Enter l'ALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. the degree of a 'squire,

Fal. Bardolph, I say, — Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds Bard. Here, sir. jointure,

Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. (Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that like a barrow of butcher's offal: and to be thrown into good comfort.-She calls you, coz; I'll leave you. the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, Anne, Now, master Slender.

I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rognes slightAnne. What is your will?

ed me into the river with as little remorse as they Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, would have drowned a bitch’s blind puppies, fifteen i’ indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am the litter : and you may know by my size, that I have a not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. kind of alacrity iu siuking; if the bottom were as decp Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that me?

the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or no- for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I thing with you: your father, and my uncle, have made have been, when I had been swelled! I should have motions; it'it be my luck, so; if'not, happy man be his been a mountain of mummy. dole! They can tell you how things go, better than I Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine. can: you may ask your father; here he comes, Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. Enter L'AGE, and Mistress PAGE.

Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames Page. Now, master Slender :- love him, daughter water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed Anne.

snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in! Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? Bogd. Come in, woman! wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house:

Enter Mrs QUICKLY.
I told yon, sir, my danghter is disposed of.

Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your
Pent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient! worship good-morrow.
Mrs Page. Good master Fenton, come not to my Fal. Take away these chalices. Go brew me e pottle
child!

of sack finely.
Page. She is no match for you.

Bard. With eggs, sir?
Pent. Sir, will you hear me?

Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my Page. No, good master Fenton.

brewage.-[Exit Bard.]--How now? Come, master Shallow ; come, son Slender; in: Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from misKnowing my mind, you wrong me, master benton. tress Ford.

(Exeunt Page, Shal. and Slen. Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough. I was Quick. Speak to mistress Page!

thrown into the ford : I have my bill of ford. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her danghter

fault: she does so take on with lier men; they mistook In such a righteous fashion as I do,

their efection. Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's I must advance the colours of my love,

promise. And not retire: let me have your good will!

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yearn your heart to see it.Her husband goes this morn-lin that surge, like a horse-shoe; thiuk of that, -hising a birding; she desires you once more to come to sing hot,--think of that, master Brook ! her between eight and nine: I must carry her word Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry, that for my quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you. sake you have su il'ered all this. My suit then is despeFal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her rate; you'll undertake her no more. think, what a manis: let her consider his frailty, and Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Aetna, as I then judge of my merit.

have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her Quick. I will tell her.

husband is this morning gone a birding: I have receiFal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou? ved from her another embassy of meeting;'twixt eight Quick. Eight and nine, sir.

and nine is the hour, master Brook. Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.

Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. Quick. Peace be with you, sir!

[Exit. Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appointment. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he sent Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall me word to stay within: I like his money well. O, here know, how I speed; and the conclusion shall be crowned he comes.

with your enjoying her: adieu. You shall have her, Enter Ford.

master Brook; master Brook, you shall cackold Ford. Ford. Bless you, sir !

(Exit. Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know, what Ford. Humph! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? hath passed between me and I'ord's wife?

do I sleep? Master Ford, awake! awake, master Ford ! Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my

business. there's a hole made in your best coat,master l'ord.This Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you ; I was at her 'tis to be married ! this 'tis to have lipen and buck-bashouse the hour she appointed me.

kets ! ---Well, I will proclaim myself what I am : I will Ford. And how sped you, sir?

now take the lecher; lre is at my house; he cannot Fal. Very ill-favowedly, master Brook.

'scape me ; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep Ford. How so, sir ? Did she change her determina- into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box; but,lest tion?

the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornuto, her impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, husband, master Brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum yet to be what I would not, shall not make metame; if of jealousy, comes in the instant of our encoun- i have horns to makeone mad, let the proverb go with ter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as me, I'll be horn-mad.

(Erit. it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and

A C T instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.

SCENEI.-The Street. Ford. What, while you were there?

Enter Mrs Pack, Mrs Quickly, and WILLIAM. Fal. While I was there.

Mrs Page. Is he at master Ford's already, thinks't Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find thou?

Quick. Sure he is by this, or will be presently; but Fal.You shall hear. As good luck would have it,comes truly, he is very courageons mad, about his throwing in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come sudapproach ; and, by herinvention, and Ford's wife's dis-denly. traction, they conveyed me into a buck--basket. Mrs Page, I'll be with her by and by; I'll but bring Ford. A buck-basket!

my young man here to school. Look, where his master Fal. By the lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in with comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. foul shirts and smocks, socks,foul stockings and grea

Enter Sir Hug# Evans. sy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the rank How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day? est compound of yillainous smell, that ever offended Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave to play. nostril,

Quick. Blessing of his heart! Ford. And how long lay you there?

Mrs Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son proFal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have fits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, ask suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Be- him some questions in his accidence. ing thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's Eva.Comchither, William ;hold up your head;come! knaves, his hinds, w

s, were called forth by their mistress, to Mrs Page. Come on, sirrah! hold up your head; alcarry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane : swer your master, be not afraid ! they took me on their shoulders; met the jeevas Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns ? knave their master in the door, who asked them once or

1/ ill. Two. twice, what they had in their basket. I quaked for fear, Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number lest the lunatic knave would have searched it; but more; because they say, od's nouns. fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Eva, Peace your tattlings!-- What is fair, Wiliam? Well; on went be for a search, and away wentI for Wul. Pulcher, foul clothes. But mark the sequel, inaster Brook : 1 Quick. Pouleats! there are fairer things than poulsuffered the pangs ofthree several deaths: first, an in-cats, sure. tolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten Eva. You are a very simplieity 'oman; I pray yon, bell-wether; next, to be compassed, like a good bilbo, peace !-What is lapis, William ? in the circunference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to Will, A stone. head; and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distilla- Eva. And what is a stone, William ? tion, with stina lothes, that fretted in their own Will. A pebble. grease : think of that, - a man of my kidney, - think Eva. No, it is lapis; I pray you, remember in your of that; that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of prain. continual dissolution and thaw ; was a miratle to

Will. Lapis. 'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when Eva. That is good, William. What is he, William, I was more than half stewed in grease,like a Dutch dish, that does lend articles ? to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be

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Mrs Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was car-
Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, log;-pray you, mark : ried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket:
genitivo, huius: well, what is your accusative case? protests to my husband, he is now here; and hath
Will. Accusativo, hinc,

drawn him and the rest of their company from their Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child; sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion: Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

butlam glad, the knight is not here; now he shall see
Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant you. his own foolery.
Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman.-What is the fo Mrs Ford, How near is he, mistress Page?
cative case, William?

Mrs Page. Hard by; at street end; he will be here
Will. (— vocativo , 0.
Eva. Remember, William ; focative is caret. Mrs Ford, I am undone! — the knight is here.
Quick. And that's a good root.

Mrs Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and
Eva, 'Oman, forbear!

he's but a dead man. What a woman are you?— Away Mrs Page. Peace!

with him, away with him! better shame than murder. Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? Mrs Ford. Which way should he go? how should I Will. Genitive case?

bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?

Re-enter FALSTAFF.
Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum.

Fal. No, I'll come no more i’ the basket: may I not
Quick. ’Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her ! go out, ere he come?
never name her, child, if she be a whore.

Mrs Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers Eva. For shame, 'oman!

watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out; Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words : he otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast make you here? enough of themselves;and to call horum:-fie upon you! Fal. What shall I do?—I'll creep up into the chimney. Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no under- Mrs Ford. There they always use to discharge their standings for thy cases, and the numbers of the gen- birding-pieces. Creep into the kilnhole! ders? Thou art as foolish christian creatures as I Fal. Where is it? would desires.

Mrs Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Neither Mrs Page. Prythee, hold thy peace !

press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an Eva. Shew me now, William, some declensions of abstract for the remembrance of such places, and your pronouns.

goes to them by his note. There is no hiding you in l'ill. Forsooth, I have forgot.

the house. Eva. It is ki, kue, cod; if you forget yonr kies, your Fal. I'll go out then. kacs, and your cods,you inust be preeches. Go your Mrs Page. If you go out in your own semblance, you ways, and play, go!

die, sir John. Unless you go out disguised.Mrs Page. lle is a better scholar, than I thought he Mrs Ford. How might we disguise him?

Mrs Page. Alas the day, know not. There is no Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, mistress woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he Page!

might put on a hat, a mutller, and a kerchief, and so Mrs Page. Adien, good sir Ilugh! (Exit Sir Hugh.] escape. Get you home,boy !--Come,we stay too long.[Exeunt. Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity,

rather than a mischief. SCENE II.- Aroom in Ford's house.

Mrs Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of BrentLinter Falstaff and Mrs Ford.

ford, has a gown above. Fal. Mistress l'ord, your sorrow hath eaten up my suf- Mrs Page. On my word, it will serve him; she's as big ferance; I see, you are obsequious in your love, and I as he is; and there's her thrum'd hat, and her mufller profess requital to a hair's breadt}; not only, mistress too. Runnp, sir John! Ford, in the simpleoffice of love, but in all the accou Mrs Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John! mistress Page and trement, complement, and ceremony of it. But are you I will look some linen for your head. sure of your husband now?

Mrs Page. Quick, quick! we'll come dress you Mrs Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir Jolin.

straight: pnt on the gown the while! [Exit Falstaff: Mrs Page.[Within.] What hoa, gossip Ford! what Mrs Pord. I would, my husband would meet him in hoa!

this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of BrentMrs Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John!

ford; he swears, she's a witch, forbade her my house,

{Exit Falstaff and hath threatened to beat her. Enter Mrs PAGE.

Mrs Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's cud-
Mrs Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at home gel! and the devil guide his cudgelafterwards !
besides yourself?

Mrs Ford.But is my husband coming ?
Mrs Ford. Why, none but mine own people.

Mrs Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of
Mrs Page. Indeed?

the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. Mrs Ford. No, certaivly:-- speak louder! [ Aside. Mrs Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to Mrs Page. Truly, I ain so glad, you have nobody here. carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, Mrs Ford. Why?

as they did last time, Mrs Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old Mrs Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's go lunes again: he so takes on yonder with my husband; dress him like the witch of Brentford. so rails against all married mankind; só curses all Mrs Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall do Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so with the basket. Goup, I'll bring linen for him straight. buffets himself on the forehead, crying Peer-out,

(Exit. peer-out! that any madness, I ever yet beheld, seem Mrs Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot ed but tameness, civility, and patience, to this hís misuse him enough. dlistemper, he is in now : I am glad, the fat knight is We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, not here.

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Enter Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mrs Pace. 'Tis old but true, Stillswine eat all the draff. (Exit. Mrs Puge. Come, mother Prat, come, give me your

Re-enter Mrs Ford, with two Servants. hand. Mrs Ford, Go, sirs, take the basket again on your Ford. I'll prat her:--Out of my door, you witch! shonlders; your master is hard at door; if he bid you [beats him) you rag, you baggage, yon polecat, you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch!

ronyon! out! ont!

I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up!

yoll.

[Exit Falstaff. 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight again. Mrs Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you have 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead.

killed the poor woman. Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, Caius, and Sir Hugh

Mrs Ford. Nay, he will do it!—'Tis a goodly credit
Evans.
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have you Ford. Hang her, witch !
any way then to unfool me again?-Set down the bas-

Eva. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch inket, villain ; somebody call my wife :-You, youth in deed: Ilike not, when a 'oman has a great peard; I spy a basket, come out here! - 0, yon panderly rascals !

a great peard under her muffler. there's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me: Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech you, now shall the devil be shamed. What? wife, I say! follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out come, come forth; behold, what honest clothes you thus upon no trail, never trust me, when I open again. send forth to the bleaching!

Page. Let's obey his humour a little farther! Come, Page. Wly, this passes! Master Ford, you are not gentlemen. (Exeunt Page, Ford, Shallow, and Erans. to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned.

Mrs Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully,
Eva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad dog! Mrs Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat
Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; indeed. him most unpitifully, methought.
Enter Mrs Ford.

Mrs Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hang Ford. So say Itoo, sir.--Come hither, mistress Ford ; o'er the altar; it hath doue meritorious service. mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the Mrs Ford. What think you? May we, with the warvirtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her rant of womanhood, and the witness of a good conhusband! I suspect without cause, mistress, do I ?

science, pursue him with any farther revenge? Mrs Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if you sus Mrs Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared pect me in any dishonesty.

out of him; if the devil have him not in fee simple, Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. Come with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the forth, sirrah!

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. way of waste, attempt us again. Page. This passes !

Mirs Ford. Shall we tell our husbands, how we have
Mrs Ford. Are you not ashamed?let the clothes alone. served him?
Ford. I shall find you anon.

Mrs Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife's the figures ont of your husband's brains. If they can clothes? Come away.

find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous fat knight Ford. Enipty the basket, I say !

shall be any farther afdicted, we two will still be the Mrs Ford. Why, man, why .

ministers. Furd. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one con Mrs Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him publicly veyed out of my house yesterday in this basket. Why shamed: and, methinks, there would be no period to may not he be there again? In my house I am sure he is : the jest, should he not be publicly shamed. my intelligence is true; my jealousy is reasonable.

Mrs Page. Come, to the forge with it then, shape Pluck me out all the linen!

it! I would not have things cool.

(Exeunt. Mrs Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's Page. Here's no man.

death.

SCENE III.- Aroom in the Garter Inn. Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford;

Enter Host and BARDOLPH. this wrongs you. Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the horses: the duke himself will be to-morrow at court,

Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of

your imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies.

and they are going to meet him. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.

Host. What duke should that be, comes so secretly? Puge. No, nor no where else, but in your brain.

I hear not of him in the court. Let me speak with the Ford. Help to search my house this one time : if I find not what I seek,show no colour for my extremity,let me

gentlemen; they speak English?

Bard. Ay, sir: I'll call them to you. for ever be your table-sport; let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his

Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make them wife's leman.Satisfy me once more; once more search pay, I'll saucethem; they have had my houses a week with me!

at command; I have turned away my other guests : Mrs Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come you, and they must come off; }l/ sauce them : 'come! [Exeunt. the old woman,

down; my husband will come into the chamber.

SCENEJV.-Aroom in Ford's house.
Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? Enter Pace, Ford, Mrs Page, Mrs Fokd, and Sir
Mrs Ford. Why, it is my maid's uunt of Brentford.

Hugh Evans.
Ford. A witch, a quean, and old cozening' quean! Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as
Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of errands, ever I did look upon.
does she? We are simple men; we do not know what's

Page. And did he send you both these letters at an
brought to pass under the profession of fortune-tel- instant ?
ling. She works hy charms, by spelts, by the figure, Mrs Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
and such daubery as this is; beyond our element: we Ford. Pardon me, wife : henceforth do what thou
know nothing.---Come down, you witch, you hag wilt;
you; come down, I say!

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Mrs Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies,
As firm as faith.

Finely attired in a robe of white.
Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.

Page. That silk will I go buy;--and in that time
Be not as extreme in submission,

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And marry her at Eton.--Go, send to Falstaff straight!
But let our plot go forward : let our wives

Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook.
Yet once again, to make us public sport,

He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come.
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,

Mrs Page. Fear not you that!Go, get us properties,
Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. And tricking for our fairies.
Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of. Eva. Let us about it! It is admirable pleasures, and
Page. How! to send him word, they'll meet him in fery honest knaveries!
the park at midnight! fie, fie; He'll never come.

[Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans.
Eva. You say, he has been thrown into the rivers ; Mrs Page. Go, mistress Ford,
and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman: me- Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind.
thiuks, there should be terrors in him, that he should

(Exit Mrs Ford.
not come; methinks, his flesh is punished, he shall have I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will,
no desires.

And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.
Page. So think I too.

That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot;
Mrs Ford. Devise but, how you'll use him, when he and he my husband best of all affects :
comes,

The doctor is well money'd, and his friends
And let us two devise to bring him thither.

Potentat court: he, none but he, shall have her,
Mrs Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
hunter,

(Exit.
Sometimea keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,

SCENE V.-- Aroom in the Garter Inn.
Walk round about an oak with great ragg’d horns;

Enter Host and SuPLE.
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, thick-
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick,snap!
chain

Sim, Marry, sir, Icome to speak with sir John Fal-
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:

staff from master Slender. You have heard of such a spirit; and well you know, Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his The superstitious idle-headed eld

standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about Received, and did deliver to our age,

with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new: go, This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.

knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian Page. Why, yet there want uot many, that do fear unto thee. Knock, I say! In deep of night to walk by this Ilerne's oak:

Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up But what of this?

into his chamber : I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she Mrs Ford. Marry, this is our device;

come down: I come to speak with her, indeed.
That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,

Rost. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed:
Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head. I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully sir John! speak from thy
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, lungs military: art thou there? it is thine host, thine
And in this shape. When you have brought him thi- Ephesian, calls.
ther,

Fal. ( Above.] How now, mine host?
What shall be done with him? what is your plot? Host. Here's a bohemian Tartar tarries the coming
Mrs Page. Thatlikewise have we thought upon, and down of thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let her
thus :

descend; my chambers are honourable: Fye! privacy ? Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,

fye!
And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress

Enter Falstaff,
Like urchins, ouphes, and fairies, green and white, Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,

with me; but she's gone.
And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden,

Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of
As Falstall, she, aud I, are newly met,

Brentford ?
Letthem from forth a saw-pit rush at once

Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell: what would
With some diffused song; upon their sight,
Wetwoin great amazedness will fly:

Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to
Then let them all encircle him about,

her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know, sir, And, fairy-like, to pinch theunclean knight; whether one Nvm, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, And ask him, why, that honr of fairy revel,

had the chain, or no.
In their so secret paths he dares to tread,

Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.
In shape profane.

Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir?
Mrs Ford. And tiil he tell the truth,

Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, that:
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,"

beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened him of it. And burn him with their tapers.

Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the woman Mrs Page. The truth being known,

herself; I had other things to have spoken with her
We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, too, from him.
And mock him home to Windsor.

Fal. What are they? let us know.
Ford, The children must

Host. Ay, come; quick!
Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.

Sim. I may not conceal them, sir.
Eva. I will teach the children their behavionrs; and Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest !
I will belike ajack-an-apes also; to burn the knight Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about mis-
with my taber.

tress Anne Page: to know, if it were my master's forFord. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them vi- tune to have her, or no.

| Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

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