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Hoft. HAT would'st thou have, boor ? what,

thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss ; brief, short, quick, snap.

Simp. Marry, Sir, 1 come to speak with Sir John Falstaf, from Mr. Slender.

Hoft. There's his chamber, his house, his caitle, his standing-bed and truckle-bed ' ; 'tis painted ab with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new; go, knock and call; he'll speak like an anthropophaginian unto thee: knock, I say.

Simp. There's an old woman, a fat woman gone up into his chamber ; I'll be so bold as stay, Sir, 'till she come down : I come to speak with her, indeed.

Host. Ha! a fat woman? the Knight may be robb’d; I'll call. Bully-Knight! Bully-Sir John ! speak from thy lungs military: art thou there? it is thine Host, thine Ephesian, calls.

Falstaff, above,
Fal. How now, mine Host?
Hoft. Here's a' Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming

8 Standing-bed and truckle bed.] While his young master lieth o'er The usual furniture of chambers bis bead. in that time, was a standing-bed, 9 Bohemian-Tartar. ] The under which was a trochle, truc- French call a Bohemian what we kle, or running bed. In the stand- call a Gypjey; but I believe the ing-bed lay the master, and in Hoft means nothing more than, the truckle-bed the servant. So by a wild appellation, to insinuin Hall's account of a servile tu. ate that Simple makes a strange

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down of thy fat woman: let her descend, bully, let her descend; my chambers are honourable. Fie, privacy ? fie i

Enter Falstaff. Fal. There was, mine Host, an old fat woman even now with me, but she's gone.

Simp. Pray you, Sir, was't not the wise woman of Brainford ?

Fal. Ay, marry was it, muffel-fhell', what would you with her ?

Simp. My master, Sir, my master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thro' the street, to know, Sir, whether one Nym, Sir, that beguild him of a chain, had the chain, or no. · Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.

Simp. And what says sne, I pray, Sir ?

Fal. Marry, she says, that the very fame man, that beguild master Slender of his chain, cozen'd him of it.

Simp. I would, I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.

Fal. What are they? let us know.
Hoft. Ay, come; quick.
Simp. I may not conceal them, Sir.
Fal. Conceal them, or thou dy'st.

Simp. Why, Sir, they were nothing but about miftrefs Anne Pagė; to know if it were iny master's fortune to have her or no.

Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.
Simp. What, Sir ?

Fal. To have her, or no: go; say, the woman told me fo.

Simp. May I be so bold to say so, Sir?
Fal. Ay, Sir; like who more bold.

Mufel fhell.] He calls poor Simple mussel-lhell, because he Hands with his mouth open.

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Simp. Thank your worship: I shall make my master glad with these tidings.

[Exit Simple. Hoft. Thou art clarkly; thou art clarkly, Sir John: was there a wise woman with thee ?

Fal. Ay; that there was, mine Hoft; one, that hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life ; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.

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Enter Bardolph.
Bard. Out, alas, Sir, cozenage ! meer cozenage !

Hojt. Where be my horses ? speak well of them, varletto.

Bard. Run away with the cozeners; for so soon as I came beyond Eaton, they threw me off from behind one of them in a nough of mire, and fet fpurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustus's.

Hoft. They are gone but to meet the duke, villain; do not say they are fed; Germans are honest men.

Enter Evans,

Eva. Where is mine Hoft ?
Hoft. What is the matter, Sir?

Eva. Have a care of your entertainments; there is a friend o’mine come to town, tells me, there is three cozen-jermans that has cozen'd all the Hosts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and mony. I tell you for good will, look you; you are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-ftocks, and is not convenient


should be cozend ; fare you well. [Exit,

Enter Caius.

Caius. Ver is mine Hoft dJarterre ?

Hoft. Here, master Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell-a-ine, dat

you make a grand preparation for a Duke de Jamary; by my trot, der is no Duke, dat the Court is know, to come. I tell you for good will; adieu.

(Exit. Hoft. Hue and cry, villain, go! assist me, Knight, I am undone; fly, run, hue and cry! Villain, I am undone !

[Exit. Fal. I would, all the world might be cozen'd, for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the Court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been wash'd and cudgeld, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boats with

I warrant, they would whip me with their fine wits, 'till I were as crest-fallin as a dry'd pear. I never prosper'd since I forswore myself at Primero?. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent,


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Enter Mrs. Quickly. Now, whence come you?

Quc. From the two parties, forsooth.

Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other, and so they shall be both bestow’d. I have suffer'd more for their fakes, more than the villainous in. constancy of man's disposition is able to bear.

Quic. And have not they sufferd ? yes, I warrant, speciously one of them; mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white fpot about her. · Primero.] A game at cards.


Fal. What tell’st thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brainford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit, counterfeiting the 3 action of an old woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had set me i'th' stocks, i'th' com. mon stocks, for a witch.

Quic. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber ; you

îhall hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, 4 what ado is here to bring you together? sure,

you does not serve heav'n well, that you are fo cross’d.

Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Exeunt.

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Hojt. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is

heavy, I will give over all.

Fent. Yet hear me speak; assist me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee A hundred pounds in gold more than your lofs.

3 Action of an old Woman.) either the Malice or mischiev. What! was it any Dexterity of ous Snbtlety of a Witch in her. Witin Sir John Falsteff, to coun

THEOBALD. terfeit the Action of an old Wo This emendation is received man, in order to escape being by Sir Thomas Hanmer, but reapprehended for a Witch? Sure- jected by Dr. Warburion. To ly, one would imagine, This meit appears reasonable enoughi. was the readiest means to bring 4 The great fault of this play him into such a Scrape : for none is the frequency of expressions but Old Women have ever been so profane, that no necessity of fuspected of being Witches. The preserving character can jullify Text must certainly be restor'd, them. There are laws of higha wood Woman, a crazy, fran- er authority than those of criiitick Woman; one too wild, and cism. filly, and unmeaning, to have


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