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Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

Shul. 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. . Anne. What is your will?

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?

Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: your father, and my uncle, have made motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy man be his dole*! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father; here he comes.

Enter Page, and Mistress Page. Page. Now, master Slender:--Love him, daugh.

ter Anne.
Why, how now! what does master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house:
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.

Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to my

child. .
Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

No, good master Fenton. Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender; in:Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.

[Ereunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.

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Quick. Speak to mistress Page.
Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your

In such a righteous fashiou as I do,
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,
I must advance the colours of my love,
And not retire: let me have your good will.
Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond'

fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better

bustand. Quick. That's my master, master doctor.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'the earth,
And bowl'd to death with turnips.
Mrs. Puge. Come, trouble not yourself: good

master Fenton,
I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
My daughter will I question how she loves you,
And as I find her, so am I affected;

Till then, farewell, sir:-She must needs go in;
Her father will be angry.

[Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.

Quick. This is my doing now;-Nay, said I will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on master Fenton:-this is my doing. Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to

night Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.

[Erit, Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my master had mistres3 Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would master Fepton had her: I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and i'll be as good as my word; but speciously* for master Fen.

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ton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to slack* it!



A room in the Garter inn.

Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.

Fal. Bardolph, I say, Bard. Here, sir. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Erit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal ; and to be thrown into the Thames? Well; if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorset as they would have drown'd a bitch's bliad puppies, fifteen i' the litter: and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been. when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.

Reenter Bardolph, with the wine. Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with


Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had

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Enter Mrs. Quickly.

Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your worship good morrow.

Fal. Take away these chalices': go brew me a pottle of sack finely.

Bar. With eggs, sir?

Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-spermu in my brewage.-[Exit Bardolph.]-How now?

Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from mistress Ford.

Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full of ford,

Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault; she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection.

Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise.

Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearu your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine: I must carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I war. rant you.

Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her think, what a man is : let her consider bis frailty, and then judge of my merit.

Quick. I will tell her.

Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou? 4. Quick. Eight and nine, sir.

Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
Quick. Peace be with you, sir!

[Exit. · Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he sent me word to stay within : I like his money well. . O, here he comes.

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Enter Ford.
Ford. Bless you, sir!

Fal. Now, master Brook; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife?

Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business.

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was at her house the hour she appointed me.

Ford, And how speed you, sir?
Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook.

Ford. How so, sir? Did she change her determi. nation ?

Fal. No, master Brook ; but the peaking cornuto, her husband, master brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of ous encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search bis house for his wife's love.

Ford. What, while you were there?
Fal. Wbile I was there.

Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find you?

Pal. You shall bear. As good luck would have it. comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck. basket.

Ford. A buck-basket!

Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villainous smell, that ever offended nostril.

Ford. And how long lay you there?

Fal. Nay, you shall liear, master Brook, what I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple

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