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Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, as I do I sleep? Master Ford, awake! awake, master have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. 'Her Ford ! there's a hole made in your best coat, master husband is this morning gone a birding : I have re- Ford. This 't is to be married : this 't is to have linen, ceived from her another embassy of meeting; 'twixt and buck-baskets.-Well, I will proclaim myself what eight and nine is the hour, master Brook.
I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house: Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir.
he cannot 'scape me; 't is impossible he should : he Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appoint- cannot creep into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper
Come to me at your convenient leisure, and box; but, lest the devil that guides him should aid you shall know how I speed, and the conclusion shall him, I will search impossible places. Though what I be crowned with your enjoying her: adieu. You shall am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, you shall not make me tame : if I have horns to make me mad, cuckold Ford.
[Exit. let the proverb go with me, I'll be horn mad. Ford. Hum : ha! is this a vision ? is this a dream ?
SCENE I.--The Street.
Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman.- What is the
focative case, William ? Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. QUICKLY, and WILLIAM.
Will. 0—vocativo, 0. Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, think'st Eva. Remember, William ; focative is, caret. thou?
Quick. And that's a good root. Quick. Sure he is, by this, or will be presently; but Eva. 'Oman, forbear. truly, he is very courageous mad about his throwing · Mrs. Page. Peace! into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? suddenly
Will. Genitive case ? Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by: I'll but
Eva. Ay. bring my young man here to school. Look, where his Will. Genitive-horum, harum, horum, master comes; 't is a playing day, I see.
Quick. Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her ! Enter Sir HUGH EVANS.
Never name her child, if she be a whore. How now, sir Hugh! no school to-day ?
Eva. For shame, 'oman! Eva. No; master Slender is get the boys leave to Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words. play.
He teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do Quick. Blessing of his heart !
fast enough of themselves; and to call horum,-fie Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son upon you ! profits nothing in the world at his book :
Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no underask him some questions in his accidence.
standings for thy cases, and the numbers and the genEva. Come hither, William : hold up your head; ders ? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I
would desires. Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah: hold up your head : Mrs. Page. Pr’ythee hold thy peace. answer your master; be not afraid.
Eva. Show me now, William, some declensions of Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns ? your pronouns. Will. Two.
Will. Forsooth, I have forgot. Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number Eva. It is qui, quæ, quod ; if you forget your quis, more, because they say, 'od's nouns.
your quæs, and your quods, you must be preeches?. ^ Gó Eva. Peace your tattlings !—What is fair, William ? your ways, and play; go. Will. Pulcher.
Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he Quick. Pole-cats ! there are fairer things than pole- was. cats, sure.
Eva. He is a good sprag3 memory. Farewell, misEva. You are a very simplicity 'oman: I pray you, tress Page. peace.-What is lapis, William ?
Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Hugh.] Will. A stone.
Get you home, boy.--Come, we stay too long. Eva. And what is a stone, William ?
[Exeunt Will. A pebble.
SCENE II.-A Room in FORD's House, Eva. No, it is lapis: I pray you remember in your
Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. FORD. prain. Will. Lapis.
Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my Eva. That is good, William. What is he, William, sufferance. I see, you are obsequious in your love, that does lend articles ?
and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not only, Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be Mrs. Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc. accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But
Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog ;-pray you, mark : are you sure of your husband now? genitivo, hujus. Well, what is your accusative case ? Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. Will. Accusativo, hinc.
Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa! gossip Ford ! what Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child; hoa ! accusativo, hing, hang, hog:
Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant you.
i let: in f. e.
2 Breeched, whipped.
3 Spry, quick.
Enter Mrs. PAGE.
Mrs. Page. Quick, quick : we'll come dress you Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart! who's at home straight; put on the gown the while. [Exit FALSTAFF. besides yourself?
Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet him in Mrs Ford. Why, none but mine own people. this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of BrentMrs. Page. Indeed ?
ford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her my house, Mrs. Ford. No, certainly.-[Aside.] Speak louder. and hath threatened to beat her.
Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's here.
cudgel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! Mrs. Ford. Why?
Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of lunes again : he so takes on yonder with my husband; the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with himself on the forehead, crying, “Peer-out, Peer-out!" it, as they did last time. that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tame- Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's ness, civility, and patience, to this distemper he is in go dress him like the witch of Brentford. now. I am glad the fat knight is not here.
Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him ?
do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen for him Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was straight.
[Exit. carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet ! we cannot basket: protests to my husband he is now here, and misuse him enough. hath drawn him and the rest of their company from We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, their sport, to make another experiment of his sus- Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : picion. But I am glad the knight is not here; now We do not act, that often jest and laugh ; he shall see his own foolery.
’T is old but true, "Still swine eat all the draff.” Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ?
[Exit. Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end: he will be here Re-enter Mrs. Ford, with two Servants.
Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your Mrs. Ford. I am undone! the knight is here. shoulders: your master is hard at door ; if he bid you
Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and set it down, obey him. Quickly; despatch. [Exit. he's but a dead man. What a woman are you !- 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up. Away with him, away with him : better shame, than 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of knight again. murder.
1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, Caius, and Sir Hugh bestow him ? Shall I put him into the basket again ?
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Fal. No, I'll come no more in the basket. May I you any way then to unfool me again ?-Set down the not go out, ere he come ?
basket, villains.-Somebody call my wife.--Youth in a Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers basket !O you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out; ging", a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what devil' be shamed.--What, wife, I say? Come, come make you here?
forth: behold what honest clothes you send forth to Fal. What shall I do?-_I'll creep up into the chim-bleaching.
Page. Why, this passes ! Master Ford, you are not Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge their to go loose any longer ; you must be pinioned. birding-pieces. Creep into the kiln-hole.
Eva. Why, this is lunatics : this is mad as a mad Fal. Where is it?
dog. Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Neither Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; indeed. press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an
Enter Mrs. FORD. abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes Ford. So say I too, sir.—Come hither, mistress Ford; to them by his note; there is no hiding you in the mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the
virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her Fal. I'll go out, then.
husband.--I suspect without cause, mistress, do I ? Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semblance,
Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if you you die, sir John. Unless you go out disguised, - suspect me in any dishonesty. Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him ?
Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.-Come Mrs. Page. Alas the day! I know not. There is forth, sirrah. [Pulls the Clothes out,and throws them no woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he
all over the stage. might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so Page. This passes ! escape.
Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed ? let the clothes Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity, alone. rather than a mischief.
Ford. I shall find you anon. Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brent- Eva. 'T is unreasonable. Will you take up your ford, has a gown above.
wife's clothes ?
Come away Mrs. Page. On my word it will serve him; she's as Ford. Empty the basket, I say. big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why;muffler too.--Run up, sir John.
Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John: mistress Page conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket : and I will look some linen for your head.
why may not he be there again? In my house I am i in fright: not in f. e.
3 The rest of the direction not in f. e.
sure he is : my intelligence is true; my jealousy is shall be any farther afflicted, we two will still be the reasonable.--Pluck me out all the linen.
ministers. Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they 'll have him publicly flea's death.
[All Clothes thrown out. shamed, and, methinks, there would be no period to Page. Here's no man.
the jest. Should he not be publicly shamed ? Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford ; Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it, then shape this wrongs you.
it: I would not have things cool.
Exeunt. Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow
SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn. the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.
Enter Host and BARDOLPH. Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your
Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at court, find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, and they are going to meet him. let ine for ever be your table-sport ; let them say of Host. What duke should that be, comes so secretly? me, "As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow I hear not of him in the court. Let me speak with walnut for his wife's lemana.” Satisfy me once more; the gentlemen; they speak English ? once more search with me.
Bard. Ay, sir ; I'll call them to you. Mrs. Ford. What hoa! mistress Page ! come you, Host. They shall have my horses, but I'll make and the old woman, down; my husband will come into them pay; I'll sauce them : they have had my house the chamber.
a week at command ; I have turned away my other Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? guests: they must come off 4 I'll sauce them. Come. Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford.
[Exeunt. Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean?
SCENE IV-A Room in FORD's House. Have I not forbid her my house ? She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not
Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and
Sir HUGH EVANS. know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by Eva. 'T is one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as the figure, and such daubery as this is ; beyond our ever I did look upon. element : we know nothing.–Come down, you witch, Page. And did he send you both these letters at an you hag you; come down I say.
instant ? Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband.—Good gen- Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. tlemen, let him not strike the old woman.
Ford. Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou Enter FALSTAFF in Women's Clothes, led by Mrs. PAGE.
wilt; Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat; come, give me your I rather will suspect the sun with cold, hand.
Than thee with wantonness; now doth thy honour Ford. I'll prat her.---Out of my door, you witch ! stand, [beats him] you rag, you baggage, you polecat, you In him that was of late a heretic, ronyono ! out! out!' I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell As firm as faith. yoll.
[Exit FALSTAFF. Page. ’T is well, 't is well; no more.
As in offence;
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, Eva. By yea and nay, I think, the 'oman is a witch Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. indeed; I like not when a 'oman has a great peard ; I Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of. spy a great peard under her muffler.
Page. How ? to send him word they'll meet him in Ford. Wiīl you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech you, the park at midnight ? fie, fie ! he'll never come. follow : see but the issue of my jealousy. If I cry out Eva. You see,” he has been thrown into the rivers, thus upon no trail, never trust me when I open again. and has been grievously peaten, as an old ’oman; me
Page. Let's obey his humour a little farther. Come, thinks, there should be terrors in him, that he should gentlemen. [Exeunt FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, and Evans. not come; methinks, his flesh is punished, he shall
Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. have no desires.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he Page. So think I too. beat him most unpitifully, methought.
Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when he Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hung comes, o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service. And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Mrs. Ford. What think you ? May we, with the Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good con
the hunter, science, pursue him with any farther revenge ? Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness, is, sure, scared Doth all the winter time, at still midnight out of him : if the devil have him not in fee simple, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns ; with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the And there he blasts the trees, and takes the cattle; way of waste, attempt us again.
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we have in a most hideous and dreadful manner. served him ?
You have heard of such a spirit; and well you know, Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means ; if it be but to scrape The superstitious idle-headed eld the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can Received, and did deliver to our age, find in their hearts the poor unvirtuous fat knight This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. 2 Lorer; also used for mistress. 3 Fr. rogue, for scurf.
say : in f. e.
1 Not in f. e.
4 come down.
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John FalIn deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak.
staff from master Slender. But what of this ?
Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our devise;
standing-bed, and truckle-bed : 't is painted about with That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,
the story of the prodigal, fresh and new. Go, knock Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, thee: knock, 1 say. And in this shape : when you have brought him thither, Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up What shall be done with him ? what is your plot? into his chamber : I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon, come down; I come to speak with her, indeed. and thus.
Host. Ha! a fat woman? the knight may be robbed : Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,
I'll call.---Bully knight! Bully sir John! speak from And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress thy lungs military; art thou there? it is thine host, Like urchins, .ouphes, and fairies, green and white, thine Ephesian, calls. With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
Fal. (Above. How now, mine host ? And rattles in their hands. Upon a sudden,
Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the coming As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
down of thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once
her descend : my chambers are honourable ; fie! priWith some diffuseda song: upon their sight,
vacy? fie! We two in great amazedness will fly:
Enter FALSTAFF. Then, let them all encircle him about,
Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even And, fairy-like, to-pinch” the unclean knight; now with me, but she's gone. And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,
Sim. Pray you, sir, was 't not the wise woman of In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
Brentford ? In shape profane.
Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell: what would Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,
you with her ? Let the supposed fairies pinch him soundly,
Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to her, And burn him with their tapers.
seeing her go through the streets, to know, sir, whether Mrs. Page.
The truth being known, one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the We'll all present ourselves, dis-horn the spirit, chain, or no. And mock him home to Windsor.
Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. Ford.
The children must Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir ? Be practised well to this, or they 'll ne'er do't.
Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man that Ēva. I will teach the children their behaviours; and beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened him I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight of it. with my taber.
Sim. I would I could have spoken with the woman Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them herself: I had other things to have spoken with her, vizards.
too, from him. Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the Fal. What are they ? let us know. fairies,
Host. Ay, come ; quick. Finely attired in a robe of white.
Fal. You may not conceal them, sir. Page. That silk will I go buy ;—[Aside.] and in Host. Conceal them, and thou diest. that time
Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about mistress Shall master Slender steal my Nan away,
Anne Page; to know, if it were my master's fortune to And marry her at Eton. [To them.] Go, send to have her, or no. Falstaff straight.
Fal. 'Tis, 't is his fortune. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook; Sim. What, sir ? He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come. Fal. To have her,—or no. Go; say, the woman
Mrs. Page. Fear not you that. Go, get us properties, told me so. And tricking for our fairies.
Sim. May I be bold to say so, sir? Eva. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures, and Fal. Ay, sir, tike, who more bold ? fery honest knaveries.
Sim. I thank your worship. I shall make my mas[Exeunt PAGE, FORD, and Evans. ter glad with these tidings.
[Exit SIMPLE. Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford,
Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir John. Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind.
Was there a wise woman with thee?
[Exit Mrs. FORD. Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that hath I'll to the doctor : he hath my good will,
taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.
life: and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot;; for my learning. And him my husband best of all affects :
Enter BARDOLPH. The doctor is well money'd, and his friends
Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage; mere cozenage ! Potent at court: he, none but he, shall have her, Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them, Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her. varletto.
(Exit. Bard. Run away with byộ the cozeners; for so soon as
I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
of them in a slough of mire; and set spurs, and away, Enter Host and SIMPLE,
like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses. Host. What wouldst thou have, boor ? what, thick- Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, villain. skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap. Do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest men.
2 Irregular. 3 Be-pinch. 41: in f. e.
5 or ; in f. e.
6 Not in f. e.
know to come.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
SCENE VI.—Another Room in the Garter Inn. Eva. Where is mine host ?
Enter FENTON and Host. Host. What is the matter, sir ?
Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is Eva. Have a care of your entertainments : there is heavy; I will give over all. a friend of mine come to town tells me, there is three Fent. Yet hear me speak. Assist me in my purpose, couzin germans, that has cozened all the hosts of Read- And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee ings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money: A hundred pound in gold more than your loss.
. I tell you for good will, look you : you are wise, and
Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I will, full of gibes and vlouting-stogs, and 't is not convenient at the least, keep your counsel. you should be cozened. Fare you well.
Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you
[Exit. With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page; Enter Doctor CAIUS.
Who, mutually, hath answer'd my affection Caius. Vere is nine Host de Jarretière ?
(So far forth as herself might be her chooser) Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and doubt- Even to my wish. I have a letter from her ful dilemma.
Of such contents as you will wonder at; Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell-a me, The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de Jar- That neither, singly, can be manifested, many: by my trot
, dere is no duke, dat de court is Without the show of both ;-wherein fat Falstaff I tell you for good vill: adieu.
Hath a great scene: the image of the jest [Exit.
[Showing the Letter, Host. Hue and cry, villain! go.—Assist me, knight; I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine Host: I am undone.-Fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I am To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one, undone !
Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen;
And at the deanery, where a priest attends,
Straight marry her: to this her mother's plot
She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath Quick. From the two parties, forsooth.
Made promise to the doctor.--Now, thus it rests : Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other, Her father means she shall be all in white; and so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffered And in that habit, when Slender sees his time more for their sakes, more, than the villainous incon- To take her by the hand, and bid her go, stancy of man's disposition is able to bear.
She shall go with him :-her mother hath intended, Quick. And have not they suffered ? Yes, I war. The better to denote her to the doctor, rant; speciously one of them : mistress Ford, good (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded) heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a That quaint in green she shall be loose enrob’d, white spot about her.
With ribands pendant, flaring 'bout her head; Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue ? I
And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; To pinch her by the hand, and on that token and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of The maid hath given consent to go with him. Brentford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit, my
Host. Which means she to deceive? father or counterfeiting the action of an old woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had set me i’ the stocks, i?
Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me: the common stocks, for a witch.
And here it rests,—that you 'll procure the vicar Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber; To stay for me at church 'twixt twelve and one, you shall hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your And in the lawful name of marrying, content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good To give our hearts united ceremony. hearts! what ado here is to bring you together. Sure,
Host. Well, husband your device : I'll to the vicar. one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.
Fent. So shall I evermore be bound to thee;
SCENE I. --A Room in the Garter Inn.
This is the third time; I hope, good luck lies in odd
numbers. Away, go. They say, there is divinity in Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. QUICKLY.
odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.Fal. Prythee, no more prattling ;-go :-I'll hold. | Away. ? A game of cards. 2 to say my prayers from the quartos : in f. e.