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the mind: therefore precisely, can you marry your good will to the maid?

Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Slen. I hope, Sir, I will do as it fhall become one that would do reason.

Eva. Nay, Gots lords and his ladies, you must fpeak poffitable, if you can carry her your defires to wards her.

Shal. That you must will you, apon good dowry, marry her?

Slen. I will do a greater thing than that upon your request, coufin, in any reason.

Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, fweet coz, what I do is to pleasure you, coz can you love the maid ?

Slen. I will marry her, Sir, at your requeft: but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heav'n may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when wè are marry'd, and have more occafion to know one another I hope upon familiarity will grow more content: but if you fay, marry her, I will marry her, that I am freely diffolved, and diffolutely.

Eva. It is a ferry difcretion anfwer; fave the fall is in th' ort diffolutely: the ort is, according to our meaning, refolutely; his meaning is good.

Shal. Ay, I think my coufin meant well.
Slen. Ay, or elfe I would I might be hang'd, la.

SCENE V.

Enter Miftrefs Anne Page.

Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne: would I were young for your fake, miftrefs Anne.

Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father defires your worfhip's company.

Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Eva. Od's pleffed will, I will not be abfence at the Grace. [Ex. Shallow and Evans.

Anne

month.

'Anne. Will't pleafe your worship to come in, Sir? Slen. No, I thank you forfooth heartily, I am very well.

Anne. The dinner attends you, Sir,

slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you forfooth. Go Sirrah, for all you are my man, go wait upon my coufin Shallow: a juftice of peace fometime may be beholden to his friend for a man. I keep but three men and a boy, yet, 'till my mother be dead, but what though, yet I live a poor gentleman born.

Anne. I may not go in without your worship; they will not fit 'till you come.

Slen. I'faith I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did.

Anne. I pray you Sir walk in.

Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you: I bruis'& my fhin th'other day with playing at fword and dagger with a mafter of fence, three veneys for a difh of ftew'd prunes, and by my troth I cannot abide the fmell of hot meat fince. Why do your dogs bark fo? be there bears i'th' town?

Anne. I think there are, Sir, I heard them talk'd of. Slen. I love the fport well, but I fhall as foon quarrel at it as any man in England. You are afraid if you fee the bear loose, are you not?

Anne. Ay indeed, Sir.

Slen. That's meat and drink to me now; I have feen Sackerfon loofe twenty times, and have taken him by the chain; but, I warrant you, the women have fo cry'd and fhriekt at it, that it paft: but women indeed cannot abide 'em, they are very ill-favour'd rough things.

Enter Mr. Page.

Page. Come, gentle Mr. Slender, come; we ftay for you.

Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you Sir.

Page. By cock and pye you fhall not chule, Sir

come; come.

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Slen

Shen. Nay, pray you lead the way.
Page. Come on, Sir

Slen. Miftrefs Anne, your felf fhall
Anne. Not I Sir, pray you keep on.

go

firft.

Slen. Truly I will not go first, truly-la: I will not

do you that wrong.

Anne. I pray you, Sir.

Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than troublefome; you do your felf wrong, indeed-la.

SCENE VI

Re-enter Evans and Simple.

[Exeunt.

Eva. Go your ways, and ask of doctor Caius houfe which is the way; and there dwells one miftrefs Quickly, which is in the manner of his nurfe, or his dry nurfe, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his ringer.

Simp. Well, Sir.

Eva. Nay it is petter yet; give her this letter; for it is a 'oman that altogethers acquaintance with mifrefs Anne Page; and the letter is to defire and require her to follicit your mafter's defires to mistress Anne Page: I be I will make an end pray you gone; of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come.

Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

Changes to the Garter-Inn,

Enter Falstaff, Hoft, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol and Robin,'

Fal. MINE hoft of the garter.

Hoft. What lays my bully rock? fpeak fchollarly, and wifely.

Fal. Truly, mine hoft, I must turn away fome of my followers.

Hoft. Difcard, bully Hercules, cafhier; let them wag, rot, trot.

Fal,

Fal. I fit at ten pounds a week.

Hoft. Thou'rt an Emperor, Cafar, Keifar and Pheazar. I will entertain Bardolph, he will draw, he will tap; faid I well, bully Hector?

Fal. Do fo, good mine hoft.

Hoft. I have fpoke, let him follow; let me fee thee froth, and live: I am at a word; follow.

[Exit Hoft. Fal. Bardolph, follow him, a tapfter is a good trade; an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a wither'd fervingman, a fresh tapfter; go, adieu.

Bard. It is a life that I have defir'd: I will thrive.

[Exit Bard. Pift. O bafe Hungarian wight, wilt thou the fpigot. wield?

Nym. He was gotten in drink, is not the humour conceited?

Fal. I am glad I am fo quit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open, his filching was like an unskilful finger, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is to steal at a minute's reft.

Pift. Convey, the wife it call: fteal foh; a fico for the phrafe.

Fal. Well, Sirs, I am almost out at heels.

Pift. Why then let kibes enfue.

Fal. There is no remedy: I must conycatch, I muft fhift.

Pift. Young ravens must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? Pift. I ken the wight, he is of fubftance good. Fal. My honeft lads, I will tell you what I am about.

Pift. Two yards and more.

Fal. No quips now, Piftol: indeed I am in the wafte two yards about; but I am now about no wafte, I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife: I fpy entertainment in her; fhe difcourfes, fhe carves, the gives the leer of invitation; I can conftrue the action of her familiar ftile, and

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the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be english'd right, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's.

Pift. He hath ftudy'd her & well, and tranflated her well; out of honesty into English.

Nym. The anchor is deep; will that humour pafs? Fal. Now the report goes, fhe has all the rule of her husband's purfe: fhe hath a legion of angels. Pift. As many devils entertain; and to her, boy, fay I.

Nym. The humour rifes; it is good; humour me the angels.

Fal. I have writ me here letter to her; and here another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with moft judicious † 11liads; fometimes the beam of her view guilded my foot, fometimes my portly belly.

Pift. Then did the fun on dung-hill fhine.
Nym. I thank thee for that humour,

Fal. O fhe did fo courfe o'er my exteriors with fuch a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did feem to fcorch me up like a burning-glafs. Here's another letter to her, the bears the purfe too; fhe is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheaters to them both, and they fhall be Exchequers to me; they fhall be my East and West-Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go bear thou this letter to miftrefs Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Pift. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become; And by my

fide wear fteel? then Lucifer take all. Nym. I will run no bafe humour: here take the humour-letter, I will keep the haviour of reputation." Fal. Hold, Sirrah, bear you thefe letters rightly, Sail like my pinnace to thefe golden hores. Rogues, hence avaunt, vanifh like hail-ftones, go, Trudge, plod away o' th' hoof, feek shelter, packs Falstaff will learn the honour of the age, French thrift, you rogues, my felf and skirted Page. [Ex. Falstaff and Boy.

will, and tranflated her will.
eyelids, or oiellades, glances. Fr.

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