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speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires house, which is the way: and there dwells one towards her.

mistress Quickly, which is in the manner of his Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, dowry, marry her?

his washer, and his wringer. Slen. I will do a greater thing than that, upon Sim. Well, sir. your request, cousin, in any reason.

Eva. Nay, it is petter yet: -give her this let. Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet ter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance coz; what I do, is to pleasure you, coz: Can you with mistress Anne Page; and the letter is, to delove the maid ?

sire and to require her to solicit your master's deSlen. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but sires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you bekone: if there be no great love in the beginning, yet I will make an end of my dinner; there's pippins heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, and cheese to come.

(Exeun. when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will

SCENE III.- A Room in the Garter Inn. grow more contempt; but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, that I am freely dissolved, and Enter Falstaff, Host, BARDOLPH, Nom, Pistol, dissolutely: Eva. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the

and Robix. faul is in the 'ort dissolutely: the ’ort is, according Fal. Mine host of the Garter, to our meaning, resolutely; -- his meaning is good. Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak schol

Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. arly, and wisely.
Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some
Re-enter AXNE PAGE.

of my followers.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne:— Would wag: trot, trot. I were young, for your sake, mistress Anne!

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week. Annė. The dinner is on the table; my father Host. Thou art an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and desires your worships' company.

Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, Shal.' I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector?

Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at Fal. Do so, good mine host. the grace. (Ereunt SaAllow and Sir H. Evans. Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see

Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir! | thee froth, and Time: I am at a word; follow. Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am

[Erit Host.

Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.

trade; an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withSlen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: ered servingman, a fresh tapster; Go, adieu. Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon Bar. It is a lite that I have desired; I will thrive. my cousin Shallow: [Erit SIMPLE.) A justice of

(Erit BARD. peace sometime may be beholden to his friend for Pist. O base Gongarian: wight! wilt thou the á man:- I keep but three men and a boy yet, till spigot wield? my mother be dead: But what though? yet I live Num. He was gotten in drink: is not the humor like a poor gentleman born.

conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the Anne. I may not go in without your worship: humor of it. they will not sit till you come.

Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box; Slen. l' faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as his thefts were too open: his filching was like an much as though I did.

unskilful singer, he kept not time. Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

Nym. The good humor is, to steal at a minute's Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you: 1 rest." bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal ! foh, a ficou and dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for the phrase ! for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do Pist. Why then let kibes ensue. your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

Fal. There is no remedy ; I must coney-catch; Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked I must shift. of.

Pist. Young ravens must have food. Slen. I love the sport well ; but I shall as soon Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? quarrel at it as any man in England: -- You are Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good, afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not? Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

about. Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have

Pist. Two yards and more. seen Sackerson loose, twenty times: and have

Fol. No quips now, Pistol; indeed I am in the taken him by the chain: but, I warrant you, the waist two yards about; but I am now about no women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it waste; I am about thrift. Brietly, I do mean to pass di — but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in they are ill-favored, rough things.

her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer Re-enter Page.

of invitation; I can construe the action of her

familiar, style; and the hardest voice of her behaPage. Come, gentle master Slender, come; wc vior, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John stay for you

Falstaff's. Slen. I'll eat nothing; I thank you, sir.

Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, her well; out of honesty into English. sir; come, come.

Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humor pass? Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way.

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of Page. Come on, sir.

her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, Anne. Not I, sir, pray you, keep on

bou, say I. Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la; I will Nym. The humor rises; it is good: humor me not do you that wrong:

the angels. Anne. I pray you, sir.

Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than trouble here another to Page's wife; who even now gave some; you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. (Exeunt. me good eyes too; examin'd my parts with most SCENE II.-The same.

judicious evliads :: sometimes the beam of her view

gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE.

Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

Nym. I thank thee for that humor. Eru. Go your ways, and ask of Dr. Caius'

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with • Three set-tos, bouts, or hits. The name of a bear exhibited at Paris-Garden, South- 3 For Hungarian

: Fig. wark. Surpassed all expression.

• Eyes.

* Gold Coin.

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such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her good young man; go into this closet, (Shuts Sim. eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Ple in the closet.] He will not stay long – What, Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse John Rugby! John, what, John, I say! - Go, John, too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. i go enquire for my master; I doubt he be not well, I will be cheaters to them both, and they shall be that the comes not home:- and down, doum, exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West adown-a, &c.

(Sings. Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear

Enter Doctor Caius. thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Pray you, go and vetch ine in my closet un boilier

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel ? then, Lucifer take all! verd ; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak! Nym. I will run no base humor; here, take the

a green-a box. humor letter; I will keep the 'havior of reputation.

Quick. Ay forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad Ful Hold, sirrah, 17o Rob.) bear you these he went not in himself; if he had found the young letters tightly;"

man, he would have been horn-mad. (Asie. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.

Cains. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaulio

Je m'en vais à la cour, - la grande affaire.
Rozues, hence avaunt! vanish. like hailstones,
Trudye, plod away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!

Quick. Is it this, sir?
Falstatt will learn the humor of this age,

Caius. Ouy; mette la ail mon pocket; Dépêche French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. quickly: - Vere is dat knave Rugby?

[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. Quick. What, John Rugby! John! Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and

Rug. Here, sir. fullain. hold,

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack And high and low beguile the rich and poor:

Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,

my heel to de court. Base Phrygian Turk!

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Vym. I have operations in my head, which be

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :- Od's me! humors of revenge.

Qu'ay-j'oublie? dere is some simples in my closet, Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. Nym. By welkin, and her star!

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, Pist. With wit, or steel?

and be mad. Nym. With both the humors, I:

Caius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ? I will discuss the humor of this love to Page.

Villany! larron! [Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

my rapier.
How Falstaff, varlet vile,

Quick. Good master, be content.
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a.
And his soft couch defile.

Quick. The young man is an honest man.
Nym. My humor shall not cool: I will incense. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet?
yellowness,» for the revolt of mien is dangerous; the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from
Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear that is iny true humor.

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second parson Hugh. thee; troop on.


Caius. Vell.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to SCENE IV.- A Room in Dr. Caius' House. Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale. Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGDI. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your Quick. What; John Rugby!- I pray thee, go maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne l'age to the casement, and see if you can see my mas- for my master, in the way of marriage. ter, master doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith, Quick. This is all, indeed, la ; but I'll ne'er put and find any body in the house, here will be an my finger in the fire, and need not. old abusing of God's patience, and the king's Eng- Cails. Sir Hugh send-a you? — Rugby, baillez lish.

me some paper :- Tarry you a little-a while. Rug. I'll go watch. (Erit Rugby.

(Writes. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for 't soon at Quick. I am glad he is so quict: if he had been night, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An hon- thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so est, willing, kind fellow. as ever servant shall come loud, and so melancholy :- But notwithstanding, in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the nor no breed-brate : his worst fault is, that he is very yea and the no is, the French do tor, my masgiven to prayer: he is something peevishe that ter, - 1 may call him my master, look you, tor I way: but nobody but has his fault; - but let that keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is! scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

all myself;— Quick. And master Slender's your master? Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one Sim. Ay, forsooth.

body's hand. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it like a glover's paring knife?

a great charge: and to be up early and down late: Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I with a little yellow beard; a Cain-colored beard. would have no words of it,) my master himself is

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? in love with mistress Anne Page; but notwithSim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as talló a man of standing that,- 1 know Anne's mind,- that's his hands, as any is between this and his head; he neither here nor there. hath fought with a warrener.

Caius. You jack ’napc; give-a dis letter to sir Quick. How say you ?-0, I should remember Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge; I vill cut his troat him; does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and in de park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape strut in his gait?

priest to meddle or make:- you may be gone:'it Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

is not good you tarry here: -- by gar, I will cut all Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone fortune. Tell master parson Evans, I will do what to trow at his dog.

(Eril SIMPLE. I can for your master; Anne is a good girl, and I Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. wish

Caius. It is no matter-a for dat;- do not you

tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for mysell? – Re-enter RUGBY.

by,gar, I will kill de jack priest; and I have apRug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

pointed mine host of de Jarlerre to measure our Quick. We shall all be shent:6 Run in here, weapon :-- by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. • Eschatour, an officer in the Exchequer.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be Cleverly.

False dice.

well: we must give folks leave to pra e: What, • Sixpence I'll have in pocket. · Instigate.

the good-jer! » Jealousy.

• Strife.

• Scolded, reprimanded. • Foolish.

. Brave.

* The goujere, what the pox!


Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me; - By Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a head out of my door: Follow my heels, Rugby. book she loves you :- Have not your worship a

(Exeunt Caius and RUGBY. wart above your eye? Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your Fent. Yes, marry, have ); what of that? own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale;- good faith, woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind it is such another Nan; but, I detest, an honest than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, 1 maid as ever broke bread:- - We had an hour's thank heaven.

talk of that wart;-) shall never laugh but in that Fent. (Wilhin.) Who's within there, ho? maid's company!-- But, indeed, she is given too

Quick. Who's there, 1 trow? Come near the much to a lichöllys and musing : But for you — house, I pray you.

Well, go to.
Enter Fexron.

Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's

money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf; Fent. How now, good woman: how dost thou? - if thou seest her before me, commend ine

Quick. The better, that it pleases your good Quick. Willi? i'faith, that we will: and I will worship to ask.

tell your worship more of the wart, the next time Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress we have contidence; and of other wooers. Anne?

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now, Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest,

(Exit. and gentle: and one that is your friend, I can tell Quick. Farewell to your worship.-- Truly, an you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. honest gentleman ; but Anne loves him not: for I

Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? Shall know Anne's mind as well as another does:-Out I not lose my suit?

upon't! what have I forgot?



is it!

[Reads. Ford!

SCENE 1.- Before Page's House. honor: What is it? -- dispense with trifles ;-- what
Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eterMrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in nal moment, or so, I could be knighted. the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a

Mrs. Puge. What? thou liest! -- Sir Alice subject for them? Let me see:

These knights will hack; and so thou love use reason for his precision, he admits him read;--perceive how I might be knighted, --" I shall Ask me no reason why I love you ; for though shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. Ford. We burn daylight: - here, read, not for his counsellor. You are not young, no

think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an more am I: go to then, there's sympathy; you are

eye to make difference of men's liking: And yet merry, 80 am I: Ha! ha! then there's more sym

he would not swear; praised woman's modesiy; pathy; you live sack, and so do I: Would you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, mistress all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn bis dis

and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproot to Page, (at the least, if the love of a soldier can suffice, that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, position would have gone to the truth of his words: His not a soldierlike phrase ; but I say, love me. gether, ihan the hundredth psalm to the tune of

but they do no more adhere and keep place toBy me,

Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this Thine own true knight,

whale, with so many tons of oil in his belly, ashore By day or night,

at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? Or any kind of light,

I think, the best way were to entertain him with
With all his might,
For thee to fight,

hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in JOHN FALSTAFF.

his own grease. Did you ever hear the like!

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name What a Herod of Jewry is this ! -0 wicked, wick-of Page and Ford dillers ! ---To thy great comfort cd world! - one that is well nigh worn to pieces in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twinwith age, to show himself a young gallant! What brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a picked (with the devil's name) out of my conversa thousand of these letters writ with blank space for tion, that he dares in this manner assay me? different names, (sure more.) and these are of the Why, he hath not been thrice in my company !- second edition: He will print them out of doubt: What should I say to him? --I was then frugal of tor he cares not what he puts into the press, when my mirth:-- heaven forgive me!-- - Why, I'll ex- he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, hibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man. revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of Mrs. Ford. Why this is the very same; the very puddings.

hand, the very words: What doth he think of us? Enter Mistress Ford.

Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me al

most ready, to wrangle with mine own honesty. Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page! trust me, I was going to I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acyour house.

quainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you. strain in me, that I know not myself, he would You look very ill.

never have boarded me in this fury. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to show to the contrary.

to keep him above deck: Mrs. Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind. Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my

Mrs. Foril. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged show you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give on him; let's appoint him a meeting; give him a me some counsel!

show of comfort in his suit: and lead him on with Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one mine host of the Garter. trilling respect. I could come to such honor! Mrs. Foril. Nay, I will consent to act any villainy Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman: -- take the against him, that may not sully the chariness of

· Most probably Sbakspeare wrote physician. • She means, I protest. • Melancholy. * Caution.

our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his disit would give eternal food to his jealousy,

carded men ; very rogues, now they be out of serMrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my vice. good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am Ford, Were they his men ? from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an un- Page. Marry, were they. measurable distance.

Ford. I like it never the better for that.-- Does he Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman.

lie at the Garter! Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend greasy knight: Come hither. [They retire. this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her

loose to him; and what he gets more of her than Enter FORD, PISTOL, Page, and Nym.

sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would Ford. Well, I hope it be not so.

be loth to turn them together: A man may be too Pist. Hope is a curtails dog in some affairs:

confident: I would have nothing lie on my head : Sir John atlects thy wife.

I cannot be thus satisfied. Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young,

Page. Look where my ranting host of the Garter Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money poor,

in his purse, when he looks so merrily.---- How now, Both young and old, one with another, Ford;

mine host?
He loves the gally-mawiry;• Ford, perpend.
Ford. Love my wife?

Enter Host and SHALLOW.
Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou
Like sir Actxon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels:

Host. How now, bully-rook ? thou'rt a gentle0, odious is the naine!

man: cavalero-justice, I say. Ford. What name, sir?

Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.----Good even Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell.

and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will Take heed; have open eye; for thieves do foot by you go with us? we have sport in hand. night:

Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyTake heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do rook. sing.-

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between Away, sir corporal Nym.

sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.

Exit Piston. doctor. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this.

Ford. Good mine host of the Garter, a word with Nym. And this is true. (To PAGE.) I like not you, the humor of lying. He hath wronged me in some

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook? humors; I should have borne the humored letter to

[They go aside. her; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their

Shal. Will you [10 PAGE) go with us to behold necessity. Ile loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them and I avouch. "I'is true:- my name is Nym, and is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport

contrary places: for, believe me, I hear, the parson Falstaff loves your wife.- Adieu! I love not the

shall be. humor of bread and cheese ; and there's the humor of it. Adieu.

(Erit NYM.

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my Page. The humor of it, quoth 'a! here's a fel- guest-cavalier? low frights humor out of his wits.

Ford. None, I protest : but I'll give you a pottle Ford, I will seek out Falstaff.

of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting him, my name is Brook; only for a jest. rogue.

Host. My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress Ford. If I do find it, well.

and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall be Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, tho' the Brook; It is a merry knight.-- Will you go on, priest o' the town commended him for a true man.

hearts? Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well.

Shal. Have with you, mine host. Page. How now, Meg?

Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?- Hark skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more! In you.

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank! why art these times you stand on distance, your passes, thou melancholy!

stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy - master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the Get you home, go.

time, with my long sword, I would have made you Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in four tall fellows skip like rats. thy head now.--Will you go, mistress Page ?

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Mrs. Page. Have with you.- You'll come to

Page. Have with you:- I had rather hear them dinner, George? — Look, who comes yonder: she scold than fight. shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

(Exeunt Host, Shallow, and PAGE. (Aside to Mrs. Ford.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands

so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off Enter Mistress QUICKLY.

my opinion so easily : she was in his company at

Page's house; and what they made there, I know Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll not. Well, I will look further into 't: and I have a fit it.

disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter lose not my labor; if she be otherwise, 'tis labor Anne?

well bestowed.

(Exit. Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good mistress Anne?

SCENE II.- A Room in the Garter bin. Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an

Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL. hour's talk with you.

(Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.

Pist. Why then the world's mine oyster,
Page. How now, master Ford!

Which I with sword will open.--Ford. You heard what this knave told me ; did I will retort the sum in equipage.'

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told should lay my countenance to rawn; I have grated me?

upon my good friends for three reprieves for you Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? and your coach-fellows Nym; or else you had

Page. Hang em, slaves! I do not think the looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen 3 A dog that misses his game.

my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: • A medley:

. Consider.

* Pay you again in stolen goods. • A lying sharper.

* Draws along with you.

you not?

and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very framfan, I took 't upon my honor, thou hadst it not. poldo life with him, good heart. Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fif- Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me to teen pence?

her; I will not fail her. Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou, Quich. Why, you say well: But I have another I'll endanger iny soul grutis? At a word, hang no messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her more about me. I am no gibbet for you: -90.--- A hearty cominendations to you too;--- and let me tell short knife and a throng :) --- to your manor of you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest Pickt-hatch,' go.--- You'll not bear a letter for me, wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your you rogue! --- you stand upon your honor ! --- Why, morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, thou uncontinable baseness, it is as much as I can whoe'er be the other; and she bade me tell your do, to keep the terms of my honor precise. I, I, I worship, that her husband is seldom from home; myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on but, she hopes, there will come a time, I never the left hand, and hiding mine honor in my neces. knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think sity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and you have charms, la ; yes, in truth. yet you, rogue, will ensconcer your rags, your cat- Ful. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction a-inountain looks, your red-lattices phrases, and of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your Quick. Blessing on your heart fort! honor! You will not do it, you?

Ful. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's Pist. I do relent: what wouldst thou more of wise, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how man!

they love me? Enter Robin.

Quick. That were a jest, indeed! -- they have

not so little grace, I hope:— that were a trick, ::). Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. deed! But mistress Page would desire you to send Fal. Let her approach.

her your little page, of all loves;' her husband has Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly,

master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.

Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what Ful. Good-morrow, good wife.

she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to Quick. Not so, an't please your worship. bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she Fal. Good maid, then.

will; and, truly, she deserves it; for if there be a Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must first hour I was born.

send her your page; no remedy. Fal. I do believe the swearer; What with me? Ful. Why, I will. Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word Quick. Nay, but do so, then; and, look you, he or two?

may come and go between you both; and, in any Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch- case, have a nay-word, that you may know one safe thee the heariny.

another's mind, and the boy never need to underQuick. There is one mistress Ford, sir; — I pray, stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children come a little nearer this ways; -- I myself dwell should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, with master doctor Caius.

have discretion, as they say, and know the world. Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,

Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: Quick. Your worship says very true; I pray there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.- Boy, go your worship, come a little nearer ihis ways. along with this woman. This news distracts me. Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears; - mine own

(Ereint QUICKLY and Robin. people, mine own people.

Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your tights; make them his servants!

Give tire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! Ful. Well: Mistress Ford:- what of her?

Erit Pistol. Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; lll lord! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven for- make more of thy old body than I have done. Will give you, and all of us, I pray!

they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the exFal. Mistress Ford; — come, mistress Ford, - pense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good

Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly done; it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as so it be fairly done, no inatter. 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have

Enter BARDOLPH. brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knichts, and lords, and gentlemen, with their

Bar. Sir John, there's one master Brook below coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with after letter, gist after gift; smelling so sweetly (all you; and hath sent your worship a morning's musk) and su rushling, I warrant you, in silk and draught of sack. gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine

Ful. Brook, is his name? and sugar of the best and the fairest, that would

Bar. Ay, sir. have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you,

Fal. Call him in. [Erit PANDOLPH.) Such they could never get an eye-wink of her.-Ihad Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erllow such myself twenty angels given me this morning; but liquor, Ah! ha! mistress Ford and mistress Payc, I defy all angels, (in any such sort, as they say,) have I encompassed you ? go to; via ! but in the way of honesty:- and, I warrant you,

Re-enter BARDOLPH with Fond disguised. they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; and yet there has

Ford. Bless you, sir. been earis, nay, which is more, pensioners; but I

Ful. And you, sir: Would you speak with me? warrant you, all is one with her. Ful. But what says she to me? be brief, my good ration upon you.

Ford. I made bold, to press with so little prepashe-Mercury.

Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? Give Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for

us leave, drawer.

(Exit BAR DOLPH. the which she thanks you a thousand times; and she rives you to notify, that her husband will be much; my name is Brook.

Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent absence from his house between ten and eleven.

Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintFal. Ten and eleven?

ance of you. Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come Fordt. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to and see the picture, she says that you wots of;master Ford, her husband, will be from home: myself in better plight for á lender than you are:

charge you ; for I must let you understand, I think Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; the which hath something embolden'd me to this • To cut purses in a crowd.

unseason'd intrusion: for they say, if money go be1 Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell. - Protect.

fore, all ways do lie open. Ale-house. * A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandary.

& Fretful, peevish * By all means. 5 Know

• A watch word. A cant phrase of exultation.

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