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Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew, your worship) ja wise and patient churchman: you must go with would kill hiin, if he came.

mne, master doctor. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monvill kill him. Take you, rapier, Jack; I vill tell sieur mock-water?. you how I vill kill him.

5 Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat? Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Carus. Villan-a, take your rapier.

valour, bully. Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater Enier Host, Shallnte', Slender, and Page. as de Englishman:-Scurvy-jack-dog-priest! by Hast. 'Bless thee, bully doctor.

10gar, me vill cut his ears. Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius.

Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Page. Now, gond master doctor.

Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat? Sl-n. Give you good-morrow, sir.

Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, Caius. By gar, me do look he shall clapper-decome tor?

15 claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin', to see Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to wag. see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy Čaius. Me tank you for dat. distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian Hlost. And moreover, bully,—But first, master is he dead, my Francisco ha, bully? What says 20 guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? go you through the town to Frogmore? ha! is he dead, bully Stale*? is he dead?

[ Aside to them. Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? of de vorld; he is not shew his face.

Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal !25 and I will bring the doctor about the fields: will Hector of Greece, my boy!

it do well? laius. I pray you bear vitness dat me have Shall. We will do it. stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and All. Adieu, good master doctor. he is no come.

[Ercunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he 30 Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; it speak for a jack-a-nape to Anne Page. you should fight, you go against the hair of your Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy improfessions: is it not true, inaster Page? patience; throw cold water on thy choler: go

Puge. Master Shallow, you have yourself been about the fields with me through Frogmore; I a great fighter, though now a man of peace. $35 will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a

Shal. Body-kins, inaster Page, though I now farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her : be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my Cry'd game', said I well? finger itches to make one: though we are justices, Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we I love you, and I shall procure-a you de good have some salt of our youth in us; we are the 40 guest

, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, sons of women, master Page.

my patients. Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master toward Anne Page, said I well? doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. ! Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vel said. am sworn of the peace: you have shew'd yourself 45 Host. Lég us wag then. a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shewn himself Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Ereunt.

"To foin, was the ancient term for making a thrust in fencing, or tilting. ? Stock is a corruption of stocatu, Ital. from which language the technical terms that follow, are also adopted. We must remember, to make this joke relish, that the elder tree has no heart. Probably ihis expression was made use of in opposition to the cominon one, heart of oak. * The reason for calling Caius bully Stal, and afterwards Urinal, must be sufficiently obvious to every reader. 5 Castilian and Ethiopian, like Cataian, appear in our author's time to have been cant terms. 6 This is a proverbial phrase, and is taken from stroking the hair of animals a contrary way to that in which it grows, and is of similar import with that now in use, against the grain. Perhaps by mock-water, is meant counterfeit. The water of a gem is a technical term. Dr. Warburtoi thinks it should be read thus, CRY AIM, said I well? i. e, consent to it, approve of it. Have not I made a good proposal for to cry aim signities to consent to, or approve of any thing. The phrase was taken originally from archery. Mr. Steevens defends, however, the present reading, and conjectures, that cry'd game night mean in those days--a profess'd buck, one who was as well known by the report of his gallantry, as lie could have been by proclamation.

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son, is at most odds with his own gravity and Frogmore.

patience, that ever you saw.

Shal. I have livú fourscore years, and up. Enter Evans and simple.

ward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, Eca.

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PRAY you pow, good master Slender's 5 and learning, so wide of his own respect.

serving-inan, and friend Simple by your Etu. What is he? name, which way have you looked for master Prige. I think you know him ; master doctor Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick ? Cajus, the renowned French physician.

Simp. Marry, sir, the Pitty-wary', the Park Eva. Gol's will, and his passion o' my heart! I ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every 10 had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. way but ine town way.

Pag. Why? Era. I most feheniently desire you, you will Era. Ile has no more knowledge in Hiboalso lcok that way.

crates and Galen,-and he is a knave besides; a Simp. I will, sir.

cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acEra. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, 15 quainted withal. and trempling of mind !-- shall be glad, if ne Page. I warrant you, he's the man should have deceiv'd me: how melancholies I am ! - light with him. will knog his winals about his knave's costard, Slen. O, sweet Anne Page ! when I have good opportunities for the 'ork:

Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. "pless my soul !

[Sings. 20 Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:--Keep By shallow rivers, to zchose falls

them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius.
Melodious birds sing mudrigals ;

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your
There will we make our peds of roses, weapon.
And a thousand cragrant posies.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor.
By shallow

25] Host. Disarı them, and let them question; let 'Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. them keep their limbs whole, and hackour English, Aelodious birds sing madrig's;

Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit When as I sat in Babylon.

your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me? And a thousant vragrant posies.

Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. By sha:loc

[Hugh.3). Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir

dog, John ape. Era. He's welcome:

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to By shalow rivers, to whose falls- other men's humours; I desire you in friendship; Heaven prosper the right! --What weapons is he: and will one way or other make you amends:-1

Simp. No weapons, sir : There comes my mas-35 will knog your urinals about your knave's cogster, master Stallow, and another gentleman from combs, for missing your meetings and appointFrogmore, over the stile, this way.

ments. Era. Pray you, give me my gown; or else Caius. Diable!-- Jack Rugby,--mine Host de keep it in your arms.

Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? Enter Page, Shallowe, and Slender. 40 have I not, at de place I did appoint? Shal. How now, master parson? Good-mor Era. As I am a christians soul, now, look you, row, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by dice, and a good student from his book, and it is mive host of the Garter. wonderful.

Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French Sten. Ah sweet Anne Page!

45 and Welch, soul-curer and body-curer. Puge. Save you, good sir Hugh!

Cuius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent! Eca. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you ! Ilost. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar

Shal. What the sword and the word! do you ter. Am I politick am I subtle? am I a Mastudy them both, master parson ?

chiavel? Shall I lose iny doctor? no; be gives me Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and 50the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose iny parhose, this raw rheumatick day?

son? my priest? my sir Hugh: no; he gives me Ear. There is reasons and causes for it. the pro-verbs, and the no-verbs. Give me thy

Page. We are come to you, to do a good of hand, terrestrial; so:-Give methy hand, celestial: fice, inaster parson.

10.--Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both; I have Eru. Fery well: What is it?

53 directed you to wrong places: your hearts are Puge. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by some per luhe issue.---Come, lay their swords to paun :

i The old clitions read, the Piltie-ward, the modern editors, the Pitty-wary. There are now 110 places ajsuering to either of these names at Windsor.

Follos

men, follow,

Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. she gives ber folly motion, and advantage: and now Shal. Trust me, a mad host.–Follow, gentle she's going to my wife, and Falstail's boy with her.

A man may bear this shower sing in the wind! Sien. O, sweet Anne Page !

and Falstar's boy with her! Good plots !-[Exeunt Shil. Slen. Page, and Host. 5 they are laid; and our revolted wives share dam Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you nation together. Well; I will take him, then tormake-a de sot of us? ha! ha!

ture my wife, pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty Era. This is weil: he has made us his vlouting from the so seeming? mistress Page, divulge Page stog.--I desire you, that we may be friends; and himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to let us knog our prains together to be revenge on 10these violent proceedings all my neighbours shallthis saine scald, scurvy, cogging companion, the cry aim? The clock gives me my cue, and my host of the Garter.

assurance bids me search; there I shall find Fals. Ca. is. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to staff: I shall be rather prais'd for this, than bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive mock'd; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, me too.

15 that Falstail is there : I will go. Eza. Well, I will smite his noddles:—Pray Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, and you follow.

Caius.
SCENE II.

Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford.

Ford. Trust me, a good knot : I have good The street in Windsor.

20 cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. Enter Asistress Page und Robin.

Shal. I must excuse myself, masier Ford. Mrs. Pige. Nay, keep your way, little gal Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to lant: you were wont to be a follower, but now dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break You are a leader: Whether had you rather lead with her for more money than I'll speak of. mine eyes, or eve your master's heels? 25 Shut. We have lingerd about a match between

Rob. i had rather, forsooth, go before you like Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day a man, than follow him like a dwarf.

we shall have our answer. lirs. Puge. O, you are a flattering boy; now Slen. I hope I have your good-will, father Page: I see, you'll be a courtier.

Page. You have, master Slender; 1 stand wholly Enter Ford.

30 for you :--but my wife, master doctor, is for you Frd. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go altogether.

Caius. Ay, by gar, and de maid is love-a-me; Airs. Puge. Truly, sir, to see your wife; is my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. she at home

Host. What say you to young master Fenton? Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang toge-35 he capers, he dancés, he has eyes of youth, he ter, for want of company: I think if your hus writes verses, he speaks holy-day*, he smells bunds were dead, you two would marry.

April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; Alrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other hus tis in his buttons'; he will carry 't.

Puge. Not by my consent, I promise you. The Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock : 40 gentleman is or no having“: he kept company

Mrs. Puge. I cannot tell what the dickens his with the wild prince and Poins; he is of too high · naine is my husband had him of: What do you a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not call your knight's naine, sirrah?

knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my Reb. Sir John Falstaff.

substance: if he take her, let him take her simFord. Sir John Falstaff!

45 ply; the wealth I have waits on my consent, Mirs. Page. He, he! I can never hit on's name. and my consent goes not that way. There is such a league between my good man and Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go he !- Is your wise at home, indeed?

home with me to dinner: besicles your cheer, Ford. Indeed she is.

you shall have sport; I will show you a mono Mirs. Puge. By your leave, sir ;-I am sick 'till 50 ster.-Master doctor, you shall go ;-so shall

(Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. you, master Page ;--and you, sir Ilugh. Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes: Shal. Well, fare you weli:--we shall bave the bith fie any thinking sure they sleep; he hath no freer wooing at master Page's. base of them. Why,this boy willcarry a letter twenty Cuius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. mies, as easy as a cannon will shoot point blank 55 Hoit. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my twelve score. He pieces-out his wite's inclination; nest hnight Falstaff, and drink canary with hiin.

Scall was an old word of reproach, as scab was afterwards. Seeming is specious. That is, shall encourage. That is, in an high-town, fustian style. It was called a kli-duy style

, from the old custom of acting their farces of the masteries and moralities, which were turgid and bombast

, on holy-days. This alludes to an old custom among the country feilows, of trying whether they should succeed with their mi-tre-ses, by carrying the balchelor's buttons (a piant whose flowers resemble a cat-button) in their pockets ; and they judged of their good or bad success, by their growing, or pozir Lot growing there. Having is the same as esiate or fortune, 01

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Ford. (Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipe: Fal. Mistress Toril, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, wine ' first with him; I'll make him dance. linistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I Will you go, gentles?

would thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before Ali, Have with you,to see this monster. [Exeunt. the best lord, I would make thee my lady,

5 M1rs. Ford. I your lady, sir Sohn alas, I SCENE III,

should be a pitiful lady. Ford's House.

Fal. Let the court of France shew me such Enter Mrs. Ford, Mrs. Page, and scrrants with Janother: I see how thine eve would emulate the a bushet.

diamond: Thou hast the right arched bent of the NIrs. Ford. What, John! What, Robert ! 10 brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant,

Mrs. Puge. Quichly, quichly; is the buck or any tire of Venetian admittance'. basket

Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir Jolin: my brows Mrs. Ford. I warrant:-.-What, Robin, I say. become nothing else ; nor that well neither. Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

Fal. Thou art a traitors to say so; thou would'st Mrs. Furd. Here, sit down.

15 make an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy must be brief.

gait, in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what Atrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, thou wert, if fortune thy foe were not; nature is and Robert, be really here hard hy in the brew. thy friend: Come, thou can'st not hide it. house; and when I sucidenly call on you, comie 20 Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing forth, and (without any pause, or staggering) take this basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge Ful. What made me love thee? let that perwith it in all haste, and carry it among the whit suade thee, there's something extraordinary in sters in Datchet mead, and there empty it in the thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this muddy ditch, close by the Thames side. 125 and that, like a many of these lisping haw-thorn Mrs. Page. You will do it?

buds, that come like women in men's apparel, Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; and smell like Buckler's-bury“ in simple-time; ! they lack no direction: Be gone, and come cannot: but I love thee; none but thee; and when you are call’d.

(Exeunt Servants. thou deservest it. Mrs. Puge. Here comes little Robin. 30 Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir ; I fear you Enter Robin.

love mistress Page, Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what Fal. Thou might'st as well say I love to walk news with you?

by the Counter-gate ; which is as hateful to me Rob. My master sir Johnis come in at your back as the reek of a line-kiln. door, mistress Ford; and requests your company. 35 A'rs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love

Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent', have you you; and vou shall one day find it. been true to lis?

Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn; My master knows not Mírs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; of your being here; and hath threaten’d to put or else I could not be in that mind. me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it;/40 Rob. [!! ithin.] Mistress Ford, mistress Ford! for, he swears, he'll turn me away.

here's mi-tress Page at the door, sweating, and Mrs. Puge. Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make speak with you presently. thee a new doublet and hose.--I'll go hide me. Ful. She'shall not see me; I will ensconce me

Mrs. Ford. Doso:Goteilthy master, I am alone. 45 behind the arras.
Mistress Page, rememberyou your cue. [Erit Rob. Mrs. Ford. Pray you do so; she's a very tat-
Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, tling woman.

[Pulstur hides himsit [Erit Mrs. Puge.

Enter Mirs. Puge. Mrs. Ford. Go to, then ;-we'll use this un What's the matter? how pow? wholesome humidity, this gross watry pumpion ; 50 AIrs. Page. O mistress lord, what have you -we'll teach you to know turties from jays. done? you're sham’d, you are overthrown, you Enter Falstatt.

are undone for ever. Fal. Ilave I caught thee, my heurenly jezuel? Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Why, now let me die, for I have liv'd long Page? enough; this is the period of my ambition : 055 Mirs. Page. () well-a-day, mistress Ford ! harthis blessed hour!

ing an honest man to your husband, to give hun Ms. Ford. () sweet sir John!

such cause of suspicion! Pipe is known to be a vessel of wine, now containing two hogsheads. Pipe wine is therefore wine, not from the bottle, but the pipe; and the jest consists in the ambiguity of the world, which signities both a cask of wine, and a musical instrument. 2 Erasmusket is the same as injunt Lillipuiun. 3 A Juch o'lent was a puppet thrown at in Lent, like shrose-cocks. + The speaker here tells his mistress, she had a face that would become all the head-dresses in tabion. * That is, to thy own merit. Buckkris-bury, in the time of Slakspeare, was cherly inhabited hy druggists, who solu all kinds of herbs, green as well as dry.

Mrs. Fors.

biss me.

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Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?

Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I warupon you !-how am I mistook in you!

rant you, buck; and of the season, too, it shall Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter? appear. [Exeunt Servants with the basket.]

Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming liither, wo- 5 Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night; I'll tell you man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend for a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the my chambers, search, seek, find out: I'll warrant house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage we'll unkennel the fox :- Let me stop this way of his absence: You are undone.

first :--So, now, uncape. Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[ Aside.] 'Tis not 10 Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you so, I hope.

wrong yourself tow much. Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels,

[Exit. to search for such a one. I come before to tell 15 Era. This is fery fantastical humours, and you: If you know yourself clear, why I am glad jealousies. of it: but if you have a friend here, convey hiin, Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fasbion of France: convey him out. Be not amaz'd; call all your it is not jealous in France. renses to you; defend your reputation, or bid Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the farewell to your good life for ever.

20 issue of his search.

[Ereurt. Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?—There is a gen Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not inine own in this: shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me betthousand pound, he were out of the house. ter, that my husband is deceiv'd, or sir John.

Mrs. Puge. For shame, never stand you had 25 Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when rather, and you had rather; your husband's here Jyour

husband ask'd who was in the basket! at hand, bethink you of some conveyance : in the Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid, he will have need house you cannot hide him.-Oh, how have you of washing; so throwing him into the water will deceived me!-Look, here is a basket; if he be do him a benelit. of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here ; 30 Mrs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would and throw foul linen upon him, as if it were go all of the same strain were in the saine distress. ing to bucking: Or, it is whiting-time, send him Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some speby your two men to Datchet mead.

cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. shall I do?

35 Mrs, Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And Re-enter Falstaff

we will yet have more tricks with Falstaft: bis Fal. Let me see't, let me see 't! O let me see't! dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. I'll in, I'll in;-follow your friend's counsel ; Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, I'll in.

mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse bis throwMirs. Page, What! sir John Falstaff? Are these 40 ing into the water; and give him another hope, your letters, knight?

to betray bim to another punishment? Fal. I love thee,-help me away: let me creep Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for in here; I'll never

[linen. to-morrow, eight o'clock, to have amends. [He goes into the basket, they cover him with foul Re-enter Ford, Page, and the rest at a distance.

Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy : 45 Ford. I cannot find bim : may be the knave, Call your men, mistress Ford:-You dissembling brag'd of that he could not compass. knight!

Mrs. Page. Heard you

that ? Mirs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! Go, take Mrs. Ford. I, I; 'peace : You use ne up these clothes here, quickly; Where's the cowl well, master Ford, do you? staff? look, how you druinblé': carry them to the 50 Ford. Ay, I do so. laundress in Datchet mead; quickly, come. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than Enter Ford, Page, Cuius, und Sir Hugh Erans. your thoughts!

Ford. Pray you, come near: If I suspect with Ford. Amen. out cause, why then make sport at me, then let Mrs. Puge. You do yourself mighty wrong, me be your jest, I deserve ii.--How now : whi-55 master Foru. ther bear you this?

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Srrr. To the laundress, forsooth.

Era. If there be any pody in the house, and in Alrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whi thechambers, and in the cotters, and in the presses, ther they bear it you were best meddle with heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment ! buck-washing.

100 Caius. By gar, nor I too; there is no bodies. * Look, how ymi drumble, means, how confused you are. In the North, drumbled ale, means, muddy, disturb'd ale. This alludes to the stopping every hole at which a fox could enter, before dey uncape or turn himout of the bag in which he was brought. Every one has heard of a bug-for.

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