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Shal. What, the sword and the word ? do you ftudy them both, Mr Parson?

Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw-rheumatic day?

Eva. There is reasons and causes for it,

Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Mr Parson.

Eva. Ferry well : what is it?

Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you saw.

Shal. I have liv'd fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so wide of his own relpect.

Eva. What is he?

Page. I think you know him; Mr Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.

Eva. Got's will, and his pallion of my heart ! I had as lief you should tell me of a mess of porridge.

Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen; and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave as you would desire to be acquainted withal.

Page. I warrant you he's the man, should fight with him.

Slen. O. sweet Anne Page !


Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby. Shal. It appears so by his weapons.-Keep them asunder-here comes Doctor Caius.

Page. Nay, good Mr Parson, keep in your weapon., Shal. So do you, good Mr Doctor.

Hoft. Disarm them, and let them question ; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our Englilin

Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear: wherefore vil you not meet-a me?

Eva. Pray you use your patience. In good time.

Caius. 'By gar you are de coward, de Jack dog, John age.

Eva. Pray you let us not be laughing-stocks to oiher mens humours. I desire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends; I will knog your urinal about your knave's cogscomb, for milling your meetings and appointinents.

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 Christian's foul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.

Hoft. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer, and body-curer.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good, excellent.

Hoft. Peace, I say; hear inine host of the Garter. Am I politic? 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 parfon? my priest? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs.-Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so.Giv me thy hand, celestial; fo. Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both: I have directed you to wrong places : your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burn'd fack be the issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow

lad of

peace. Follow, follow, follow.

Shal. Trust me, a mad hoft. - Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O, fiveet Anne Page !

[Exeunt Shal. Slen, Page and Host. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make a de-lot 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 scald fcurvy cogging companion, the host of the Garter.

Caius. By gar with all my heart; he promise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar he deceive

Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles.--Pray you follow,


me too.

The Street, in Windfor.

Enter Mistress Page and Robin. Mrs Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant ; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eve your master's heels ?

Rob. I had rather, foriooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf.

NÍrs Page. O, you are a flattering boy; now, I fee, you'll be a courtier.

Enter Ford.
Ford. Well met, Mistress Page; whither go you?

Mrs Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife ; is the at home?

Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.

Mrs Page. Be sure of that, two other husbands.
Ford. Where had


pretty weather-cock? Mrs Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: what do you call your knight's name, firrah ?

Rob. Sir John Falliaff.
Ford. Sir John Falstaff?

Mrs Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name; there is such a league between iny good man and he.--Is your wife at home, indeed?

Ford. Indeed he is.

Mrs Page. By your leave, Sir. I am sick 'till I see her.

[Exeunt Mrs Page and Robin.

S C Ε Ν Ε V Ford. Has Page any brains ? liath he any eyes? hath he any thinking ? sure they leop; he hath no use of them. Wiy, this boy will carry a letter tweniy inile, as easy as a cannon will thout point

blank twelve-score. He pieces out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage; and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower fing in the wind-and Falstaff's boy 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 borrow'd veil of modeity from the lo seeming Mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Acteon, and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. The clock gives me my che, and my alfirance bids me search; there I shall find Falstaff. 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.



(To him) Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoft,

Evans, and Caius.
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, Mr Ford.

Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good chear at home, and I pray you, all go with me.

Shal. I must excuse myself, Mr Ford.

Slen. And so muft I, Sir ; we have appointed te dine with Mrs Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.

Shal. We have linger'd 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, Mr Slender: I stand wholly

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 fo inuh.

Hoft. What say you to young Mr Fenton? be c2pers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verfes, he speaks holy-day t, he smells April and

+ That is, His conversition inspires mirth and festivity, such as would become a holiday. Rezial.

May; he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

Page. Not by my confent, I 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, and my consent goes not that way.

Ford. I beseech you heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner : besides your chear, you Mall have sport; I will now you a monster. Mr Doctor, you


go ; so shall you, Mr Page ; and you, Sir Hugh

Shal. Well, fare you well, we shall have the freer wooing at Mr Page's.

Caius. Go home, John Rugby, I come anon.

Hoft Farewell, iny hearts; I will to' my honest knight Falstaff, and drink Canary with him.

Ford. aside.] I think I shall drink in Pipe-wine first with him : I'll make him dance. Will you go, Gentles? All. Have with you, to see this monster.



Changes to Ford's House.
Enter Mrs Ford, Mrs Page, and Servants with

a basket.
Mrs Ford. What, John !, what, Robert !

Mrs Page. Quickly! quickly: is the buck-, basket

Mrs Ford. I warrant. -What, Robin, I say.
Mrs Page. Come, come, come.
Mrs Ford. Here set it down.

Mrs Page. Give your men the charge, we must be brief.

Mrs Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brero VOL. III.


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