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with you.

Burd. Here, sir.
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a

Enter FORD. toast in't. [Exit BARD.) Have I lived to be Ford, Bless


sir! carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's Fal. Now, master Brook, you come to offal; and to be thrown into the Thames? know what hath passed between me and Well; if I be served such another trick, l'11 Ford's wife ? have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. give them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; rogues slighted me into the river with as little I was at her house the hour she appointed me. remorse * as they would have drowned a Ford. And how sped yon, sir? bitch's bliud puppies, fifteen i’ the litter: and Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. you may know by my size, that I have a kind Ford. How 80, sir? Did she change her deof alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as

termination ? deep as hell, I should down. I had been Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking drowded, but that the shore was shelvy and cornuto, her husband, master Brook, shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me swells a man; and what a thing should I have in the instant of our encounter, after we had been, when I had been swelled ? I should have embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, been a mountain of mummy.

spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at bis

heels a rabble of his companions, thither proRe-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine. voked and instigated by his distemper, and, Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.

Ford. What, while you were there? Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the

Fal. While I was there. Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I Ford. And did he search for you, and could had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the not find you? reins. Call her in.

Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would Bard. Come in, woman.

bave it, coines in one mistress Page; gives Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

intelligence of Ford's approach ; and, by her

invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: conveyed me into a buck-basket. Give your worship good-morrow.

Ford, A buck-basket ! Fai, Take away these chalices t : Go brew Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: raramed me a pottle of sack finely.

me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foal Bar. With eggs, sir?

stockings, and greasy napkins; that, master Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm Brook, there was the rankest componnd of in my brewage.Exit' BARDOLPH.]-How villanous smell, that ever offended nostril, now

Ford. And how long lay you there! Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship Fal. Nay, yon shall hear, master Brook, 1 from mistress Ford.

what I bave suffered to bring this woman to Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: evil for your good. Being thus crammed in I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly- the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his full of ford.

hinds, were called forth by their mistress, too Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was carry me in the naine of fonl clothes to Datchet ! not her fault; she does so take on with her lane: they took me on their shoulders; met men ; they mistook their erection.

the jealous kņave their master in the door; Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish who asked them ouce or twice what they had woman's promise.

in their basket: I quaked for fear, lest the la- ! Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it nauic knave would have searched it; but Fate, would yearn your heart to see it. Her hus. ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his band goes this morning a-birding; she desires hand. Well; on went he for a search, and you once more to come to her between eight away went 1 for foul clothes. But mark the and nine: I must carry her word quickly: sequel, master Brook : 1 suffered the pangs of she'll make you amends, I warrant you. three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, $

Fal. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so; and to be detected with a jealous rotten bell-wether: bid her think, what a man is : let her consider next, to be compassed like a good bilbo , in his frailty, and then judge of my merit. the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel Quick. I will tell her.

to bead : and then, to be stopped in, like a Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st strong distillation, with stinking clothes that thou?

fretted in their own grease: think of that,-Quick. Eight and nine, sir.

man of my kidney,--think of that; that am as Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her. subject to heat as butter; a man of continual Quick. Peace be with you, sir! (Exit. dissolution and thaw; it was a miracle to’scape

Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; suffocation. And in the height of this bath, he sent me word to stay within ; I like his when I was more than half stewed in grease, money well. O, here he comes.

like a Dutch dish, to be i brown into the Thames, • Pity. † Cups.

Bilboa, where the best blades are made.

Do more.

and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a her, master Brook ; master Brook, you shall horse-shoe; think of that;-hissing hoi, cuckold Ford.

(Ezit. think of that, master Brook.

Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision! is this a Ford. In gnod sadness *, sir, I am sorry that dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; for my sake you bave suffered all this. My awake, master Ford; there's a hole made in soit then is desperate; you'll undertake her your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be

married ! this 'tis to have linen and buck-basFal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into kets !-Well, I will proclaim myself what I Ætna, as I bave been into Thames, ere I will am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my leave her thus. Her husband is this morning house; he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible gone a-birding: I have received from her an. he should; he cannot creep into a balf-penny otber embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and purse, nor into a bat, lest the nine is the hour, master Brook.

devil that guides him should aid him, I will Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.

search impossible places, Thongh what I am Pal. Is it?' I will then address t me to my I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, appointment. Come to me at your convenient shall not make nie tame: if I have horns to 2 leisure, and you shall know how I speed; make one mad, let the proverb go with me, and the conclusion shall be crowned with I'll be horn mad.

(Erit. your enjoying her: Adieu. You shall have


Will. A stone.
SCENE I. The Street.

Eva. And what is a stone, William ?
Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. QUICKLY, and

Will. A pebble.

Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you remember

in your prain. Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already,

Will. Lapis. think'st thou? Quick. Sure, he is by this, or will be pre: William, that does lend articles ?

Eva. That is good, William. What is be, sently; but truly, he is very courageous I W'ill. Articles are borrowed of the promad, about his throwing into the water. Mis

noun; and be thus declined, Singulariter, tress Ford desires you to come suddenly.

nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by;

Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray I'll but bring my young man here to school: Look, where his master comes; 'tis a playing you, mark; genitivo, hujus: Well, what is

your accusative case ? day, I see.

Will. Accusatiro, hine.

Era. I pray you, have your remembrance,

child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog, How now, sir Hugh? no school today? Quick. Hang bog is Latin for hacon, I war.

Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys rant you. leave to play.

Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What Quick. Blessing of his heart!

is the focative case, William ? Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, · Will. 0-Vocativo, 0. my son profits nothing in the world at his

Eva. Remember, William; focative is, I pray you, ask him some questions in caret. his accidence.

Quick. And that's a good root. Eva. Come hither, William; hold up your Eva. 'Oman, forbear. head; come.

Mrs. Page. Peace. Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your Eva. What is your genitive case plural, bead; answer your master, be not afraid.

William ?
Eva. William, how many numbers is in Will. Genitive case ?

Eva. Ay.
Will. Two.

Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum. Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one

Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on namber more; because they say, od's nouns. her!-never name her, child, if she be a whore.

Eva. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Eva. For shame, 'onian.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such Will. Puleher.

words : he teaches him to hick and to hack, Quick. Poalcats! there are fairer things which they'll do fast enough of themselves; than poulcats, sure.

and to call horum :-fie upon you! Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I Eva. 'Onian, art thon lunatics ? hast thou pray you, peace. What is lapis, William ? no understandings for thy cases, and the num. . Seriousness. + Make myself ready.



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bers of the genders? Thou art as foolish Mrs.Puge. Hard by; at street end ; he will christian creatures as I would desires.

be here anon. Mrs. Page. Prigthee hold thy peace. Mrs. Ford. I am undone!-the knight 'is

Eva. Shew me now, William, some declen- here. sions of your pronouns. '?)

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are atterly Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

shamed, and he's but a dead man. What a Evd. It is ki, , cod: if you forget your woman are you !--Away with him, away with kies, yonr kas, and your cods, you must be him; better shame than murder. preeches *. Go your ways, and play, go. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go ? how

Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I should I bestow him? Shall I put him into thought he was.

the basket again?
Evu. He is a gootl spragit memory. Fare-
well, mistress Page.

Re-enter FALSTAFF.
Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hngh. [Exit
Sir Hugh.] Get you home, boy - Come, May I not go out, ere he come?

Ful, No, I'll come no more i' the basket : E we stay too long.


Mrs. Puge. Alas, three of master Ford's SCENE II.

brothers watch the door with pistols, that noue

shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away A Room in Ford's House. ere he came. But what make you here?

AR Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. Ford. Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten the chimney. up my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious I

Mrs. Ford. There they always use to in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's charge their birding-pieces: Creep into the breadth; not only, Mistress Ford, in the simple kiln-hole. office of love, but in all the accoutrement,

Fal. Where is it? complement, and ceremony of it.' 'Bat are

Mrs. Ford. He will'seek there, on my word. you sure of your husband now?

Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. but he hath an abstract T for the remembrance

Mrs. Page. [within.] What hoa, gossip of such places, and goes to them by his note: Ford! what hoa !

There is no hiding you in the house.
Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir. John.

Fal. I'll go out then.
Mrs. Page. If you go ont

in your own sem.

blance, yoa die, sir John. Unless you go out Enter Mrs. PAG É.

disguised, Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him? at home beside yourself?

: Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own There is no woman's gown big enough for him; people.

otherwise, he might put on a hat, a muffer, Mrs. Page. Indeed !

and a kerchief, and so escape. Mrs. Ford. No, certainly ;-speak louder.


a mischief. Mrs. Page, Truly, I am so glad you have Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman nobody here.

of Brentford, has a gown above. Mrs. Ford. Why?

Mrs.Page. On my word, it will serve him; Mrs. Puge. Why, woman, your husband is she's as big as heris: and there's her thrum'd in his old lunes $ again: he so takes on yon-hat, and her muffler too : Run np, sir Jobb. der with my husband; so rails against all mar- Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir Joha: mistress ried inankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, Page and I will look some linen for your head. of what complexion soever; and so buffets Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress himself on the forehead, crying, Peer out, you straight :' pat on the gown the while. peer out || ! that any madness I ever yet be

[Erit Falsrapp. held, seemed but tameness, civility, and pa. Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would tience, to this his distemper he is in now: I meet him in this shape: he cannot abide the am glad the fat kuight is not here.

old woman' of Brentford ;. he swears she's a Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? witch; forbade her my house, and hath threat

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears éned to beat her. he was carried out, the last time he searched Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husfor him, in a basket : protests to my husband | band's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel he is now here; and hath drawn him and the afterwards! rest of their company from their sport, to | Mrs. Ford. But is iny husband coming ? make another experiment of his suspicion: Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness **, is he; but I am glad the knight is not. hertz now he and talks of the basket too, howsoever be shall see his own fooltry,

hath had intelligence. Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page?! Mrs. Fórd. We'll try that; for I'll appoint

• Breeched, i.e., flogged. + Apt to loarn. | Sorrowful. Mad fits. | As children call on a snail to push forth his hovns.

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my men to carry the basket again, to meet was one conveyed ont of my house yesterday him at the door with it, as they did last time. in this basket: Why may not he be there

Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here present again? In my honse I am sure he is: my in. ly: let's go dress him like the witch of Brent-telligence is true ; my jealousy is reasonable: ford.

Pluck me out all the linen. Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he they shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll shall die a flea's death. bring linen for him straight. Erit. Page. Here's no man.

Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet ! Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, mas. we cannot misuse him enougli.

ter Ford ; this wrongs you. We'll leave a proof, by that which we will Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not do,

follow the imaginations of your own heart: Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: this is jealousies. We do not act, that often jest and laugh; Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the Page. No, nor nowhere else, but in your draj.

(Exit. brain

Ford. Help to search my house this one Re-enter Mrs. FORD, with two Servants.

time: if I find not what I seek, show no co. Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again lour for my extremity, let mé for ever be on your shoulders; your master is hard at your table-sport; let them say of me, As jeadoor; if he bid you set it down, obey him: lous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut quickly, despatch.

(Exit. for his wife's lemant. Satisfy me once more; 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up.

once more search with me. 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the Mrs. Ford. Wbat hoa, mistress Page knight again.

come yon and the old woman down; my hns. 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so band will come into the chamber. much lead.

Ford, Old woman! What old woman's Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, CAIUS, and that? Sir HUGH EVANS.

Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of

Brentford. Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page,

Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening have you any way then to unfool me again Set down the basket, villain:-Somebody call quean! Have I not forbid her my house my wife : You, youth in a basket, come She comes of errands, does she? We are simout here!-0, you panderly rascals! there's a ple men; we do not know what's brought to knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against pass under the profession of fortune-telling. me: Now shall the devil be shamed! What! She works by charms, by spells, by the wife, I say! come, come forth ; behold what figure, and such daubery as this is; beyond honest clothes you send forth to bleaching.

our element: we know nothing.--Come Page. Why, this passes +! Master Ford, down, you witch, you hag you; come down, you are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband';Éva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as good gentlemen, let him not strike the old a mad dog!

Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; Enter FALSTAFF in women's clothes, led indeed.

by Mrs. PAGE. Enter Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Pratt, come, give Ford. So say I too, sir.- Come hither, mis me your hand. tress Ford ; mistress Ford, the honest woman, Ford. I'll prat her :- Out of my door, you the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that witch ! [beats him.) You rag, you baggage, hath the jealous fool to her husband!-I sus- you polecat, you ronyong ! out l'out! I'll con pect without cause, mistress, do I?

jore you, I'll fortune-tell you. Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do,

(Exit FalsTAFF. if you suspect me in any dishonesty.

Mrs. Puge. Are you not ashamed? I think, Ford. Well said, brazen face; hold it out.-yon have killed the poor woman. Come forth, sirrah.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it: 'Tis à (Pulls the clothes out of the basket. goodly credit for you. Page. This passes !

Ford. Hang her, witch! Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman ir clothes alone.

a witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has Ford. I shall find you anon.

a great peard; I spy a great peard under her Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up muffler. your wife's clothes ? Come away.

Ford. Will you follovx, gentlemen! I be. Ford. Empty basket, I say.

seech you, follow; see but the issue of my Mrs. Ford. Why man, why,

jealousy: if I cry out thus upon no traill Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there never trust me when I open T again. • Gang. + Surpasses, to go beyond bounds.' Lover. Scab. Seent. T Cry ont.

I say


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Page. Let's obey his humour a little further: Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy Come, gentlemen.

rhonour stand, [Exeunt PAGE, FORD, SHAL. and Evans. In him that was of late an heretic, Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most As firm as faith. pitifully.

Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did Be not as extreme in submission, not; he beat him most unpitifully, methought. As in offence;

Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, But let our plot go forward: let our wives and hang o'er the altar; it hath done merito- Yet once again, to make us public sport, rious service.

Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, Where we may take, him, and disgrace him with the warrant of womanhood, and the wit- for it. ness of a good conscience, pursue him with Ford. There is no better way than that they any further revenge?

spoke of, Mrs.: Page. The spirit of wantónness is, Puge. How! to send him word they'll meet sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him him in the park at midnight! fie, fie, he'll not in fee-simple, with fine and recovery, he never come. will never, I think, in the way of waste, at- Eva. You say, he has been thrown in the tempt us again,

rivers; and has been grievously peaten, as Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how an old 'oman': methinks, there shoald be terwe have served him?

rors in him, that he should not come ; me. Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it bei but thinks, his flesh is punished; the shall have no to scrape the figures out of your husband's desires. brains. If they can find in their hearts, the Page. So think I too.V134 poor unvirtuous fat knight shall be any far- Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him iher afflicted, we two will still be the minis- when he comes, both ters.

And let us two devise to bring him thither. Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him Mrs. Page. There is an olditate goes, that publicly shamed: and, methinks, there would Herne.the hunter, ti be no period to the jest, should he not be pub- Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, icly shamed.


Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd shape it : I would not have things


[cattle ; [Exeunt. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the

And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes SCENE III. A Room in tloz Garter Inn. a chain

vitin Enter Host and Barpolry.

a most hideous and dreadful mauner:

You have heard of such a epirit; and well you Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have The superstitious idle-headed elit (know, three of your horses: the duke himself will Received, and did deliver to our age, be to-morrow at court, and they are going to This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. meet him. .1

Page. Why, yet there want not many, that Host. What duke should that be, comes so

do fear secretly? I hear not of him in the court: In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: Let me speak with the gentlemen; they speak But what of this? English?

Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device ; Bard. Ay,'sir; I'll call them to you. That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,

Host. They shall have my horses; bnt I'll Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his make them pay, I'll salice them: they have head.

(come, had my houses a week at command; I have Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll turned away my other gnests: they must come And in this shape: When you have brought off; I'll sauce ibém: Come. [Exeunt.

him thither,


What shall be done with him? what is your SCENE IV. A 'Room in Ford's House. Mrs. Puge. That likewise have we thought Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. Pace, Mrs. FORD, Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,

upon, and thus : and Sir HUGH EVANS.

And three or four more of their growth, we'll Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a dress

(white, 'oman as ever I did look upon.

Like orihins, ouphest, and fairies, green and * Page. And did he send you both these let With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, ters at an instant?

And rattles in their hands'; upon a sudden, Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an honr." As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly niet, Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once what thou wilt;

With some diffused 5 song; ypon their eight, I rather'will suspect the sun with cold, We two in great anazedness will fy:

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