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Pift. Let vultures gripe thy guts; for gourd, and
Fullam holds;

And high and low beguiles the rich and poor.
Tefter I'll have in pouch when thou shalt lack,
Bafe Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be hu→ mours of revenge.

Pift. Wilt thou revenge


Nym. By welkin and her star.

Pift. With wit, or steel?

Nym. With both the humours, I:

I will disclose the humour, of this love to Ford.
Dift. And I to Page fhall eke unfold

How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his foft couch defile.

Nym. My humour fhall not cool; I will incenfe Ford to deal with poifon, I will poffefs him with f jealoufies, for this revolt of mine is dangerous: that my true humour,


Pift. Thou art the Mars of male-contents: I fecond thee; ; troop on.



Changes to Dr. Caius's house.

Enter mifirefs Quickly, Simple, and John Rugby.. Quic. WHAT, John Rugby! I pray thee go to the cafement, and fee if you can fee my mafter, mafter doctor Caius, coming; if he do i'faith, and find any body in the houfe, here will be old abufing of God's patience, and the King's English..

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difcufs. f yellowness.

Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit Rugby. Quic. Go, and we'll have a poffet for't foon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a fea-coal fire. An honeft, willing, kind fellow, as ever fervant shall come in houfe withal, and Iwarrant you no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate; his worft fault is that he is given to pray', he is fomething peevish that way; but no body but has his fault; but let that pafs. Peter Simple you fay your name is.

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quic. And mafter Slender's your master?
Sim. Ay forfooth.

Quic. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife?

Sim. No, forfooth; he hath but a little wee-face, with a little yellow beard, a cane-colour'd beard. Quic. A foftly-fprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forfooth; but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head: he hath fought with a warrener.

Quic. How fay you? oh, I fhould remember him; does he not hold up his head, as it were

in his gate?

Simp. Yes indeed does he.

and strut

Quic. Well, heav'n fend Anne Page no worse for tune! Tell mafter parfon Evans, I will do what I can for your mafter: Anne is a good girl, and I wish-

Enter Rugby.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my mafter.

Quic. We fhall all be fhent; run in here, good young man; go into this clofet; [huts Simple in the lofet. He will not ftay long. What John Rugby!" John! what John, I fay; go John, go enquire for my mafter, I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home and down, down, a-down-a, &c.


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Caius. Vat is you fing? I do not like des toys pray you go and vetch me in my clofet un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; do intend vat I fpeak? aj green-a box.

Quic. Ay forfooth, I'll fetch it you.

I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. [Afide. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe, ma foi il fait fort chaud, je m'en vaie a la Cour ·la grande Affaire.

Quic. Is it this, Sir?

Caius, Ouy, mette le au mon pocket, Depêch quickly; ver is dat knave Rugby?

Quic. What, John Rugby! John!

Rug. Here Sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby; come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot I tarry too long: od's me: Que ay je oublie? dere is fome fimples in my closet, dat L will not for the varld I fhall leave behind.

Quic. Ay-me, he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O Diable, Diable! vat is in my closet? vil laine, Larron! Rugby, my rapier.

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Quic. Good mafter be content.

Caius. Wherefore fhould I be content-a? Quic. The young man is an honeft man. Caius. What fhall de honeft man do in n my clofet dere is no honeft man dat fhall come in my clofet. Quic. I befeech you be not fo flegmatick; hear the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from par fon Hugh.

Caius, Vell

Simp. Ay forfooth, to defire her to

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Quic. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue, fpeak-a your tase. Simp. To defire this honeft gentlewoman, your maid, to fpeak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my matter in the way of marriage.

Quic. This is all indeed-la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.

Caius, Sir Hugh fend-a-you? Rugby, ballow me fome paper; tarry you a little-a-while.

Quic. I am glad he is fo quiet, if he had been thoroughly moved, you fhould have heard him fo loud, and fo melancholly: but notwithstanding, man, I'll do for your mafter what good I can, and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor my master, (I may call him my mafter, look you, for I keep his houfe, and I wafh, wring, brew, bake, fcour, drefs neat and drink, make the beds, and do all my felf.) Simp. 'Tis a great charge to come under one body's


Quit. Are you a-vis'd o'that? you fhall find it a great charge; and to be up early and down late. But notwithstanding, to tell you in your ear, I would have no words of it, my mafter himself is in love with mistress Anne Page; but notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack'nape; give a this letter to Sir Hugh, by gar it is a fhallenge: I will cut his troat in de parke, and I will teach a fcurvy jack-ampe priest to meddle or make you may be gone, it is not good you tarry here; by gar I will cut all his two tones, by gar he fhall not have a fone to trow at his dog. Exit Simple. Quic. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter'a ver dat: do not you tell-ame dat 1 fhall have Anne Page for my felf? by gar, I vill kill de jack prieft; and I have appointed mine hoft of de Jartere to measure our weapon; by gar I will my felf have Anne Page.

Quic. Sir, the maid loves you, and all fhall be well: we must give folks leave to prate; what the good-jer..


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Catus. Rugby, come to the court with me; by gar, I have not Anne Page, I fhall turn your head our of my door; follow my heels, Rugby.

[Ex. Caius and Rugby. Quit. You fhall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a Woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do,. nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heav'n. Fent. [within.] Who's within there, hoa?

Quic. Who's there, I trow? come near the house, I pray you.


Enter Mr. Fenton.

Fent. How now, good woman, how doft thou?! Quic. The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news? how does pretty miftrefs Anne? Quic. In truth Sir, and the is pretty, and honeft, and gentle, and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way, I praife heav'n for it..

Fent. Shall I do any good, think't thou? fhall I not lose my fuit ?

Quic. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above; but notwithstanding, mafter Fenton, I'll be worn on a book the loves you have not your worship a wart above your eye?

Fent. Yes marry have I, and what of that?:

Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale, good faith, it is fuch another Nan; but, I deteft, an honeft maid as ever broke bread; we had an hour's talk of that wart: I fhall never laugh but in that maid's com pany! but indeed the is given too much to allicholly and muling but for you- Well' go to Fent. Well, I fhall fee her to-day; hold, there's mony for thee: let me have thy voice in my behalf, if thou feeft her before me, commend me

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