Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that; and we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion Mistress Quickly to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment? Mrs. Page. We will do it: let him be sent for to-morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. Re-enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave bragg'd of that he could not compass. 1 Uncape, perhaps to uncouple hounds. VOL. IV. 220 Ford. Amen! Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Evans. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment! Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Page. Fie, fie, Master Ford! are you not asham'd? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not ha' your distemper in this kind for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Ford. 'Tis my fault, Master Page: I suffer for it. 235 Evans. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as honest a 'omans as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too. Caius. By gar, I see 't is an honest woman. Ford. Well;-I promis'd you a dinner:come, come, walk in the Park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you why I have done this.-Come, wife;come, Mistress Page.-I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after, we'll a-birding2 together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so? Anne. Good Master Shallow, let him woo for himself. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you. Anne. Now, Master Slender, Slen. Now, good Mistress Anne,- Slen. My will! 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. Anne. I mean, Master Slender, what would you with me? 62 errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses: what a beast am I to slack it! [Erit. SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in 't. [Exit Bardolph.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, and to be thrown in the Thames like a barrow of butcher's offal? Well, if I be serv'd such another trick, I'll have 1 Speciously = especially. |