Fal. Not a peny: I haue bin content you should lay my countenance to pawne: I haue grated vppon my good friends for three repriues, for you and your coach-fellow Nym, else you might haue looked thorough a grate like a geminy of baboones. I am damned in hel for fwearing to gentlemen y'are good foldiers and tall fellowes and when mistris Bridget loft the handle of her fan, I tooke it on my honesty thou hadft it not.

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Piftoll. Didst thou not share? Hadft thou not fifteen pence? Fal. Reafon you rogue, reafon.

Doft thou thinke Ile endanger my foule gratis?

In briefe, hang no more about me, I am no gybite for you. A fhort knife and a throng to your manner of pickt-hatch, goe. You'l not beare a letter for me you rogue you: you ftand vpon your honour. Why thou vnconfinable bafeneffe thou, tis as much as I can doe to keepe the termes of my honor precise. I, I my felfe fomtimes, leauing the feare of God on the left hand, am faine to fhuffle, to filch and to lurch. And yet you ftand vpon your honour, you rogue: you, you.

Piftoll. I do recant, what woldft thou more of man?
Fal. Well, go too, away, no more.

Enter miftreffe Quickly.

Quic. Good you god den fir.

Fal. Good den faire wife.

Quic. Not fo ant like your worship.

Fal. Faire maid then."

Quic. That I am Ile be fworne, as my mother was The first houre I was borne.

Sir, I would fpeake with you in priuate.

Fal. fay on I prethee, heeres none but my owne houshold. Quic. Are they fo? Now God blesse them, and make them his feruants.

Sir, I come from, miftris Foord.

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Fal.

Quic. I fir, fhe hath fent me to you to let you
Vnderstand she hath receiued your letter,

And I tell you, she is one that stands on her credit.
Fal. Well, come miftris Ford, miftris Ford.

Quic. I fir, and as they fay, fhe is not the first
Hath bene led in a fooles paradice.

Fal. Nay prethee be briefe, my good the Mercury Quic. Marry fir, fhee'd haue you meete her Betweene eight and nine.

Fal. So, betweene eight and nine.

Qu. I forfooth, for then her husband goes a birding..
Fal. Well, commend me to thy miftris, tell her
I will not faile her: boy, giue her my purse.

Quic. Nay fir, I haue another errant to do to you,
From miftris Page.

Fal. From miftris Page? I prethee what of her?
Qu. By my troth I think you work by inchantments.
Elfe could they neuer loue you as they do.

Fal. Not I, I affure thee; fetting the attraction.
Of my good parts afide, I vfe no other inchantments.
Quic. Well fir, she loues you extremely,

And let me tell you, fhee's one that feares God,
And her husband giues her leaue to do all :

For he is not halfe fo iealous as M. Ford is.

Fal. But hark thee, hath mistris Page and miftris Ford
Acquainted each other how dearely they loue me?
Quic. O God no fir; there were a iest indeed.

Fal. Well farwell, commend me to miftris Foord,

I will not faile her fay.

Quic. God be with your worship.

Exit miftreffe Quickly.

Enter

Enter Bardolfe.

Bar. Sir, heeres a gentleman,

One M. Brooke, would fpeake with you,

He hath fent you a cup of facke.

Fal. M. Brooke, hee's welcome, bid him come vp,
Such Brookes are alwaies welcome to me:

A Jacke, will thy old body yet hold out?
Wilt thou after the expence of fo much, money,
Be now a gayner? Good booty I thanke thee,
And ile make more of thee then I haue done :
Ha, ha, miftris Ford, and miftris Page, haue
I caught you ath the hip? Go too.

Enter Ford difguised like Brooke.

For. God faue you fir.

Fal. And you too, would you fpeake with me?
For. Marry would I fir, I am fomewhat bold

To trouble you. My name is Brooke. FIC

Fal. Good M. Brooke, y'are very welcome.
For, Ifaith fir Ime a gentleman and a traueller,
That haue feene fomewhat. And I haue often heard
That if mony goes before, all waies lye open.

Fal. Mony is a good fouldior fir, and will on.
For. Ifaith fir, and I haue a bag here,

Would you would helpe me to beare it.

Fal. O lord, would I could tell how to deferue

To be your porter.

For, That may you eafily fir Iohn: I haue an earnest

Sute to you. But good fir Iohn, when I haue
Told you my griefe, caft one eye of your owne

Estate, fince your felfe knew what tis to be

Such an offender.

Fal. Very well fir, proceed.

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For.

For. Sir, I am deeply in love with one Fords, wife of this towne. Now fir Iohn you are a gentleman of good difcourfing, well beloued among ladies, a man of fuch parts that might win twenty fuch as fhe.

Fal. Oh good fir.

For. Nay I beleeue it fir Iohn, for tis time. Now my loue is fo grounded vpon her,

That without her loue I fhall hardly liue..

Fal. Haue you importuned her by any meanes?
Foord. No, neuer fir.

Fal. Of what quality is your loue then?

Foord. Ifaith fir, like a faire house fet vpon Another mans foundation.

Fal. And to what end haue you vnfolded this to me
For. O fir, when I haue told you that, I told you all:
For fhe fir ftands fo pure in the firme state

Of her honefty, that she is too bright to be looked
Against now could I come against her

With fome detection, I should fooner perfwade her
From her marriage vow, and a hundred fuch nice
Tearmes that shee'l ftand vpon.

Fal. Why would it apply well to the veruenfie of your af fection,

That another should poffeffe what you wold enjoy?

Me-thinks you prescribe very preposterously to your selfe. For. No fir, for by that means fhould I be certain of that which I now mifdoubt.

Fal. Wei M. Brook, Ile first make bold with your mony, Next giue me your hand. Laftly, you shall

If you will, enjoy Foords wife.

Foord. Oh good fir.

Fal. Mafter Brooke, I fay you fhall.

For. Want no mony fir Ishn, you shal want none.

Fal.

Fal. Want no miftris Foord, mafter Brooke, You fhall want none. Euen as you came to me,

Her fpokes mate, her go betweene parted from me ; may tell you M. Brooke, I am to meete her

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Betweene eight and nine, for at that time the iealous
Cuckally knaue her husband will be from home,
Come to me foone at night, you shall know
How I fpeed, M. Brooke.

Ford. Sir, do you know Foord?

Fal. Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know him not,
And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they
Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels,
For the which his wife feemes to me well fauoured,
And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues
Coffer, and there's my randeuowes.

Foord. Me-thinks fir it were good that you

Foord, that you might fhun him.

Fal. Hang him cuckally knaue, Ile stare him Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe.

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With this my cudgell: it shall hang like a meator
Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. Brooke thou shalt
See I will predominate ore the peasaut,
And thou shalt lye with his wife. Master Brooke,
Thou fhalt know him for knaue and cuckold,
Come to me foone at night.

Foord. What a damned Epicurian is this?
My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid :
Page is an affe, a foole, a fecure affe,

Ile fooner trust an Irishman with my

Exit Falstaffe.

Aquauita bottle. Sir Hu our parfon with my cheese,
A theefe to walke my ambling gelding, then my wife
With her felfe: then the plots, then the ruminates,
And what the thinks in her heart fhe may effect,
Shee'l breake her heart but fhe will effect it.

God