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. : 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? 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. F 3 Fal. Quic. I fir, fhe hath fent me to you to let you And I tell you, she is one that stands on her credit. Quic. I fir, and as they fay, fhe is not the first 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.. Quic. Nay fir, I haue another errant to do to you, Fal. From miftris Page? I prethee what of her? Fal. Not I, I affure thee; fetting the attraction. And let me tell you, fhee's one that feares God, For he is not halfe fo iealous as M. Ford is. Fal. But hark thee, hath mistris Page and miftris Ford 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, A Jacke, will thy old body yet hold out? Enter Ford difguised like Brooke. For. God faue you fir. Fal. And you too, would you fpeake with me? To trouble you. My name is Brooke. FIC Fal. Good M. Brooke, y'are very welcome. Fal. Mony is a good fouldior fir, and will on. 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 Estate, fince your felfe knew what tis to be Such an offender. Fal. Very well fir, proceed. F 4 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? 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 Of her honefty, that she is too bright to be looked With fome detection, I should fooner perfwade her 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 I Betweene eight and nine, for at that time the iealous Ford. Sir, do you know Foord? Fal. Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know him not, 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. knew With this my cudgell: it shall hang like a meator Foord. What a damned Epicurian is this? Ile fooner trust an Irishman with my Exit Falstaffe. Aquauita bottle. Sir Hu our parfon with my cheese, God |