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Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly. ashan'd? what spirit, what devil suggests this

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my imagination? I would not have your distemper in kinsinan shall speak tor himself

. this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle.

Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: 'slid, 'tis Ford.'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. 5 but venturing. Ev. You suffer for a pad conscience: your

Shal. Be not dismay'd. wife is as honest a'omans, as I will desires among Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not five thousand, and five hundred too.

for that,—but that I am afeard. Cuius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Quic. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a Ford. Well;—I promis’d you a dinner:—Come, 10 word with you. come walk in the park: I pray you pardon me; 1 Anne. I come to him. This is my father'schoice. will herealter make known to you, why I have done 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults this. Come, wite; come, mistress Page; I pray Look handsome in three hundred pounds a-year! you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.

[.iside. Puge. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, 15 Quic. And how does good master Fenton? we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow pray you, a word with you. morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. () boy, thou birding together; I have a fine hawk' for the hadst a father! bush : shall it be so?

Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;--my unFord. Any thing.

20 cle can tell you good jests of him:-Pray you, Era. If there is one, I shall make two in the uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father coinpany.

stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a Shal. Mistress Anne, iny cousin loves you. de turd.

Slın. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woEvn. In your teeth :—for shame.

25|man in Gloucestershire. Ford. Pray you go, master Page.

Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. Eva. I

pray you now, remembrance to-mor Slen. Ay, that I will, "come cut and long-tail, row on the lousy knave, mine host.

under the degree of a 'squire. Cuius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Shul. He will make you a hundred and fifty

Era. A lousy knave; to liave his gibes, and 30 pounds jointure. his mockeries.

[Exeunt. Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for

himself. SC EN E IV.

Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you Puge's House.

for that-good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.

35 leave you.
Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; Anne. Now, master Slender.
Therefore no more turn ine to him, sweet Nan. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
Anne. Alas! how then?

Anne. What is


will? Font. Why, thou must be thyself.

Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty He doth object, I am too great of birth ; [pence. 40 jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank And, that, my state being galld with my ex heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give I seek to heal it only by his wealth :

heaven praise. Besides these, other bars he lays before me, Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you My riots past, my wild societies;

with me? And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible

45 Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little I should love thee, but as a property.

or nothing with you: Your faiher and my uncle, Anne. May be, he tells you true. [come! have made motions : if it be my luck, so; if not,

dient. No, heaven so speed me in my time to happy man be his dole?! They can tell you how Albeit, I will contess, thy father's wealth things go, better than I can: You may ask your Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: 50 father; here lie comes. Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

Enter Page and Mistress Page. Than stamps in gold, or sums in scaled bags; Page. Now, master Slender:-Love him, daughAnd 'tis the very riches of thyself

ter AnneThat now I aim at.

Why how now! what does master Fenton here? sinne. Gentle master Fenton,

55 You wrong me, sir, thus stilt to launt my house: You seek my father's love; still seek it, sir : I told you, sir, my daughter is disposid of. If opportunity and humblest suit

Eni. Nay,master Page, be notimpatient.[child. Cannot attain it, why then, ---Llark you bither. Mrs.Pagr.Goodmasier Fenton, come noitomy

[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.. Page. She is no match for you. ! That is, coine ponr, or rich, to offer hiniself as my rival. The phrase is derived from the forest laws, according to which, a man who had no righi to the privilege of chace, was obliged to cut or law his dog, among t other modes of disabling him, by depriving him of his tail. A dog so cut was called a cut, or curt-tail, and by contraction cur. Cat and long-tnit therefore signified the dog of a cloud, and the dog or a gerilcani -- A proverbul expression,


thy pains.

Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

thing should I have been, when I had been swellid? Puge. No, good master Fenton.

I should have been a mountain of mummy. Come, inaster Shallow ;-come, son Slender; in :

Re-enter Bardolph, zvith the wine. Knowing mymind, you wrong me, master. Fenton. Now, is the sack brew'd ?

(Encuni Page, Shallow, and Slender. 5 Bard. Ay, sir: there's a woman below would Quic. Speak to mistress Page. [daughter speak with you.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the In such a righteous fashion as I do, (ners, Thames water; for my belly's as cold as if I had Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and man swallow'd snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. I must advance the colours of my love,

10/Call her in. And not retire: Let me have your good-will. [fool.

Bard. Come in, woman. Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yon'

Enter Mrs. Quickly. Afrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Quic. By your leave;--I cry you mercy:--Give hushand.

your worship good-morrow. Quic. That's my master, master doctor. 15 Fal. Take away these chalices: Go brew me

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quicki' the earth, a pottle of sack finely, And bowi'd to death with turnips'.

Burd. With eggs, sir? Jlrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in master Fenton,

my brewage.--Ilow now? I will not be your friend, nor enemy:

20 Quic. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from My daughter will I question how she loves you, mistress Ford. And as I find her, so am I affected;

Fat. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: Til then, farewell, sir:—She must needs go in ; I was thrown into the foru; I have my belly-tull Her father will beangry: [Exe. Mrs. Page & Anne.

Jot ford. Font. Farewell

, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.25 Quic. Alas the day! good l-art, that was not Quic. This is my doing now :-Nay, said I, will her fault: she does so take on with her men; you castaway your child on a fool, and a physician: they mistook their erection. Look on, master Fenton :—this is my doing. Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish wo

Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee once to man's promise. night give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for 30 Quic. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it

[Erit. would yern your heart to see it. Her husband Quic. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A goes this morning a birding; she desires you once kind heart he hath: a woman would run through more to come to her between eight and nine: I fire and water for such a kind heart. But vet, 1 must carry her word quickly: she'll make you would my master had mistress Anne; or I would 35 amends, I warrant you. master Sender had ber; or, in sooth, I would Ful. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so: and master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for bid her think, what a man is : let her consider then all three; for so I have promis'd, and I'll be his frailty, and then judge of my merit. as good as my word; but speciously' for master Quic. I will tell her. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir 40 fut. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou? Jolin Falstais from my two mistresses: What a Quic. Eight and nine, sir. beast am I to slack it!

[Erit. Ful. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
Quic. Peace be with you, sir.

[Exit. SCENE V.

Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brock; he The Garter inn.

45 sent me word to stay within: I like his money Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.

well. Oh, here he comes. Fal. Bardolph, I say.

Enter Ford. Burd. Here, sir,

Ford. Bless you, sir ! Ful. Gofetch me a quart of sack; puta toast in't. Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know (Eul Bardolph.] Have I liv'd to be carried in a 50 what hath pass'd between me and Ford's wife? basket, like a barrow of butcher's ottal; and to be Ford. That, indved, sir John, is my business. thrown into the Thames? Well; if I be serv'd Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie te you; I such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, was at her house the hour she appointed me. and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new Ford. And you sped, sir? year's-gift. The rogues slighted me into the river 55 Fal. Very ill-favour'dly, master Brook. with as liitle remorse as they would have crown'ul Ford. How, sir? Did she change her detera bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter : and Jinination ? You may know by ny size, that I have a kind of Ful. No, master Brook: but the peaking coralacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as suto her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a hell, I should down. I had been drowni'd, but 60 continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the that the shore way shelvyand shallow; a death that instant of our encounter, after we had embrac'd, I aphor; for the water swells a man ; and-what a kiss’d, protested, and as it were, spoke the pro

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logne of our comedy; and at their heels a rab-l ted in their own grease: think of that,-a man of my ble of his companions, thither provok'd and insti kidney-think of that; that am as subject to heat gated by his distemper, and torsooth, to search as butter; a man of continual dissolution and his house for his wife's love.

thaw; it was a miracle to’scape suffocation. And Ford. What, while you were there?

in the height of this bath, when I was more than Fal. While I was there.

half stew'd in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be Ford. And did he search for you, and could thrown into the Thames, and cool'd, glowing hot, not find you?

in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have hissing hot-think of that, inaster Brook. it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelli-10 Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for gence of Ford's approach ; and by her invention, my sake you have suffer'd all this. My suit is and Ford's wife's distraction, they convey'd me then desperate; you'll undertake ber no more. into a buck-basket.

Fa. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, Ford. A buck-basket!

as I have been into Thames,ere I will leave her thus. Fal. Yea, a buck-basket: ramm'd me in with 15 Her husband is this morning gone a birding: [ foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, and have receiv'd from her another embassy of meeting: greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Brook. the rankest compound of villainous smell, that Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. ever ottended nostril.

Fal. Is it? 'I will then address me to my apFord. And how long lay you there? 20 pointment. Come to me at your convenient leiFal. Nay, you shali bear, master Brook, what sure, and you shall know how I speed; and the I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your

conclusion shall be crown'd with your enjoying good. Being thus cramm'd in the basket, a couple Ther: Adieu. You shall have her, master Brook; of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were callid forth by master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. [Exit. their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul cloath-25 Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders : dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake! awake, met the jealousknave their master in the door; whu ma ter Ford; there's a bole made in your best ask'd them once or twice, what they had in thei. coat, master Ford. This 'ts to be married ! this basket: I quak'd for fear, lest the lunatic knav l'us to have linen, and buck-bushets !-Well, I would have search'd it; but fate ordaining hu 3 will proclaiin myself what I am: I will now take should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well; on weni the lecher; he is at my house: he cannot 'scape he for a search, and away went I for foul cloaths me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep But mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffer'd the into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper-box : pangs of three several deaths; tirst, an intolerable but, lest the devil that guides him, should aid fright, to be detected with 'a jealous rotten beli-35 him, I will search impossible places. Though wether: next, to be compass’d, like a good? bil what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would bo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, not, shall not make me tame: If I have horns to heel to head : and then, to be stopp'd in, like a make one mad, let the proverb go with me, l'il strong distillation, with stinking cloaths that frett foe horn-mad.


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Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day?
Page's House.

50 Era. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Quickly, and Il'illiam.

to play. Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, Quic. Blessing of his heart ! think'st thou?

Mrs.Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son Quic. Sure, he is by this; or will be presently : prolits nothing in the world at his book; I pray but truly, he is very courageous mad, about his 55 ou, ask him some questions in his accidence. throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires Era. Come hither, William ;-hold up your you to come suddenly.

liead; come. Mrs. Puge. I'll be with her by and hy; I'll but Ali's. Puge. Come on, sirrah; hold up your bring my young man here to s hool: Lvok, there head; answer your master, be not afraid. his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. 1001 Era. Williain, how many numbers is in nouns?

"With was sometimes used for of. ? A bilbo is a Spanish blade, of which the excellence is flexie bleness and elasticity. : Külney in this plarase now signifies kind or qualities; but Falstaff means, w man whose kidnois art us fai as mine, * That is, make myself ready.


Wil. Two.

Era. He is a good sprag ?memory. Farewell Quic. Truly I thought there had been one inistress Page. nuinber more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Puge. Adieu good sir Hugh. Get you

Era. Peace your tatlings. What is fair Wil home, boy. -Come, we stay too long. [Excunt, Will. Pulcher.

[liam? 5

SCENE II. Quic. Poul-cats! there are fairer things than

Ford's House. poul-cats, sure.

Era. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray Enter Fulstuff and Mrs. Ford. you, peace. What is Lapis, Willianı?.

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Will. A stone.


O my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in Era. And what is a stone, William ? Will. A pebble.

your love, and I profess requital to a hair's

breadth; not only, inistress Ford, in the simple Era. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember office of love, but in all the accoutrement, coinin your prain.

plement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure itull. Lapis.

15 of your husband now? Eva. That is a good William: What is he,

dirs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet sir John. William, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Puge. [1Within.] What hoa, gossip Ford ! Will. Articles are borrow'd of the pronoun; and

|what hoa ! be thus declin'd, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, bec, boc.

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Era. Nominatiro, hig, hag, hog :pray you, 20

[Erit Falstaf mark: genitivn, hujus: Well, what is your accu

Enter Mrs. Page. satite case? Will. Accusatire, hinc.

NIrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, home besicies yourself? child; Accusativo, hung, hang, hog.

25 Mrs. Ford. Why, none but my own people. Quic. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Mrs. Page. Indeed ?

[Aside. you.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly Speak louder. Era. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is Mrs. Puge. Truly, I am so glad you have nothe focative case, William ?

body here. Will. 0-vocativo, 0.

30 Mrs. Ford. Why? Era. Remember, William; focative is, caret. Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in Quic. And that's a good root.

his old lunes' again : he so takes on * yonder with Eru. 'Oman, forbear.

husband; so rails against all married mankind; Alrs. Page. Peace.

[liam :| so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion Era. What is your genitive case plural, Wil- 35 soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, Will. Genitive case ?

crying, 'Peer-out, peer-out! that any madness, E. Ay.

I ever yet beheld, seem'd but tameness, civility, Hill. Genitive, horum, harum, horum. and patience, to this distemper he is in now: I

Quic.'Vengeance of Gine:j's case! tie on her! ann glad the fat knight is not here. neser name her, child, if she be a whore. 40 Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? · Era. For shame, 'oman.

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he Quic. You do ill to teach the child such words: was carried out, the last time he search'd for him, he itaches bin to hick and to hack, which they'll in a basket; protests to my husband, he is now do fast enough of themselves; and to call ho. here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their Tum:—fie upon you!

45 company from their sport, to make another expeEra. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no riment of his suspicion: but I am glad the knight understanding for thy cases, and the numbers of is not here; now he shall see his own foolery. the genders thou art a foolish christian crea Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? turei, as I would desires.

dlrs. Puge. Hard by; at street end; he will Alrs. Page. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace.

50 be here anon. Era. Shew me now, William, some declen Mrs. Ford. I am undone!-the knight is here. sions of your pronouns.

Mrs. Puge. Why, then thou art utterly sham'd, Wil. Forsooth, I have forgot.

and he's but a dead man. What a woman are Eva. It is ki, , cod; if you forget your kies, you? Away with him, away with him; better Four kas, and your cods, you must be preeches'. 55shame than murther. Go your ways and play, go.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how Mrs. Page. He is a better schular than I should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the thought he was.

Ibasket again? * Sir Hugh means to say, You must be breech'it, i. e. flogg'd. To breech is to flog.? This word is still in use, and signifies ready, alert, sprightly: it is pronounced as if it was written-sprack. * That is, lunaey, trenzy. * To take on, now used for to grieve, seems to be used by our author That is, appear horns. F



for to rage.

Enter Falstaft:

Afrs. Ford. Go,sirs, take the basket again on your Ful. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: Mayl shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he bid I not go out, ere he come?

you set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Alrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro

[Erennt Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford. thers watch the door with pistols, that none 5 Enter Servants with the basket. should issue out; otherwise you might slip away 1 Sero. Come, come, take up. ere ne came.--But what make you here?

2 Serr. Pray heaven, it be not full of the lal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the knight again. chimney.

1 Sero. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much Mrs. Ford. There they always used to discharge 10 lead. their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Ford, Shallow, Page, Caius, and Sir Fal. Where is it?

Hugh Eruns. Jlrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word, Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, you any way then to unfool me again--Set down but he hath an abstract' for the remembrance 15 the basket, villain:—Somebody call my wife:of such places, and goes to them by his note: Youth in a basket! Oh, you pandarly rascals ! There is no hiding you in the house.

there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy against Fal. I'll go out then.

me: Now shall the devil be sham'd. What! Ulrs. Ford. If you go out in your own sem wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what hoblance, you die, sir John; unless you go out dis-20 nest cloaths you send forth to bleaching. guis'd-How might we disguise him?

Page. Why, this passes* ! Master Ford, you are Mrs. Puge. Alus the day, I know not. There not to go loose any longer; you must be pinion'd. is no woman's goun big enough for him; other Era. Why this is lunatics! this is mad as mad wise, he might put on a hat, a muiller, and a dog! kerchief, and so escape.

25 Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well;
Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any ex indeed.
tremity, rather than a mischief.

Enter Mrs. Ford.
Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, sir.--Come hither, mis-
Brentford, has a gown above.

tress Ford;-mistress Ford, the honest woman, Mrs. Puge. On my word, it will serve him ; 30 the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath she's as big as he is; and there's her thrum · hat, the jealous fool to her husband !--I suspect withand her muffler 3 too: Run up, sir John.

out cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. Ford. Go go, sweet sir John: mistress Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Page, and I, will look some linen for your head.

you suspect me in any dishonesty. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'llconie dress you 35 Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.straight : put onthe gownthe while. [E.rit Futsiat: Come forth, sirrah. [Pulls the clouths out of the Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet Page. This passes“.

(busket. him in this shape: he cannot abide the old wonian Airs. Ford. Are you not asham'd? let the at Brentford; he swears, she's a witch, forbade cloaths alone. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Ford, I shall find you anon.

Alrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Era. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards !

wife's cloaths? come away. Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming? Ford. Empty the basket, I say. Mrs. Puge. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and Alrs. Ford. Why, man, why, talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath haqi 45 Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was intelligence.

one convey'd out of my house yesterday in this A1rs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my basket; Why may not be be here again? In my men to carry the basket again, to meet himn ai house I am sure he is: my intelligence is true ; the door with it, as they did last time.

my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me out all the Mrs. Puge. Nay, but he'll be here presently: 50 linen. let's go dress himn like the witch of Brentford.

Alrs. Ford. If you find a man there he shall Mirs. Ford. I'll tirst direct my men what they die a flea's death. shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man. for him straight.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master
Mrs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest varlet ! we 55 Ford; this wrongs "you.
cannot inisuse him enough.

Era. Master l'ord, you must pray, and not
We'll leave a prouf, by that which we will do, follow the imaginations of your own heart: this
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : is jealousies.
We do not act, that often jest and laugh ;

Ford. Well, he's not here I serk for.
"Tis old but true, Still swine cat all the draugh. 160 Page. No, nor no where else but in your brain.

· That is, a list, an inventory. The thrum is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making course hats. A muffler was some part of dress that cover'd the face. * To pass means here, to go beyond bounds. ! Meaning, this is below your character.


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