Fal. Hold, sirrah [to Rob.], bear you these let-toys: Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet ters tightly; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.- humours of revenge. Pist. Wilt thou revenge? Nym. By welkin, and her star ! Pist. With wit, or steel? Nym. With both the humours, 1: I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. How Falstaff, varlet vile, His dove will prove, his gold wiil hold, un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a green-a box. Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; De Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rug. "Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. Carus. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od' me! Qu'ay-j'oublie? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I I vill not for the varld I 1 shall leave behind. Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad. Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet ? Villany? larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rug Quick. Good Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will in- by, my rapier. cense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous that is my true humour. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee; troop on. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Room in Dr. Caius' House. Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. Quick. What; John Rugby!-1 pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Dr. Caius, coming: if he do, f'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit Rugby. Quick. Go: and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shail come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst favit is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say, your name is ? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master? Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring knife? Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head: he hath fought with a warrener. Quick. How say you?-O, I should remember him: Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait? Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish Re-enter Rugby. Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Quick. The young man is an honest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quick. 1 beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh. Caius. Vell. Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to Quick. Peace, I pray you. Caius. Peace-a your tongue: Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage. Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not. Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez me some paper: -Tarry you a little-a while [Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy; -But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French Doctor, my master, -1 may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat, and drink, make the beds, and do all myself; Sim. "Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand. Quick. Are you advis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early, and down late;-but notwithstanding (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know Anne's mind,that's neither here nor there. Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh, by gar, it is a shallenge: 1 vill cut his troat in de park; and 1 vill teach a scurvy vy jacka-nape priest to meddle or make:-you may y be gone; it is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simple. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? -Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt, -by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have aphe be not well, that he comes not home: and pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our down, down, adown-a, &c. [Sings. weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. Enter Doctor Cains. Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prates Caius Vat is you sing? I do pot like dese What, the good-jer! Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me;-By manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your in my company! What should I say to him 1 head out of my door:-Follow my heels, Rugby. -I was then frugal of my mirth: -heaven for[Exeunt Caius and Rus Rugby. give me ! Why, I'll exhibit xhibit a bill in the parliaQuick. You shall have An fools-head of your ment for the putting down of fat men. How own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never shall I be revenged on him 7 for revenged I will a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Enter Mistress Ford. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was Fent. Within. Who's within there, ho? house, I pray you. Enter Fenton. Fen. How now, good woman: how dost thou ? Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask. Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne ? Quick. In truth, sir, nest, and gentle; and and she is pretty, and hoone that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit? Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you: -Have not your worship a wart above your eye ? Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill. Mrs Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary. Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give me some counsel! not Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman ? Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page. Hang the triffe, woman; take the honour: What is it 7 dispense with trifles ;what is it ? Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What? thou liest !-Sir Alice Ford! These knights will hack; and so thou should'st not alter the article of thy gentry. Quick. Well, thereby hangsatale; atale; -good faith, Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light; here, read, it is such another Nan:-but, I detest, an honest read; perceive how I might be knighted.-1 maid as ever broke bread:-We had an hour's shall think the worse of fat men, as long as 1 talk of that wart; -1 shall never laugh but in have an eye to make difference of men's liking. hat maid's company! But, indeed, she is given And yet he would not swear; praised women's too much to allicholly and musing: But for you modesty and gave such orderly and well be-Well, go to. haved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, have sworn his disposition would have gone to there's money for thee; let me have thy voice the truth of his words: but they do no more in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, com- adhere and keep place together, than the hunmend me Quick. Will 1? i' faith, that we will: and I will tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence: and of other wooers. dredth psalm to the tune of Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tans of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think, the Fent. Well, farewell; lam in great haste now. best way were to entertain him with hope, till [Erit. Quick. Farewell to your worship. Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as another does: Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Erit. ACT II. the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like ? Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs! To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twinbrother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first: for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure more,) and these are of the second edition: He will print them out of doubt: for he cares not what he puts into Mrs. Page. What! have 1 'scaped love-letters the press, when he would put us two. I had In the holy-day time of my beauty, and aim I rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Penow a subject for them? Let me see? [Reads. lion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious Ask me no reason why I love you; for though turtles, ere one chaste man. SCENE 1 Before Page's House. love use reason for his precisian, he admits Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the him not forhis counsellor; You are not young, very hand, the very words: What doth he think no more am 1; go to then, there's sympathy; of us? you are merry, so am I; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy; you love sack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it sufthee, mistress Page (at the least, if the love fice of a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me. By me, Thine own true knight, John Falstaff: What a Herod of Jewry is this!-0 wicked, wicked world!-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in this Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury. Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to keep him above deck. Mrs. Page. So will 1; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him; let's appoint him a meetingi give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead on with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him, that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance. Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy knight: Come hither. [They retire. Enter Ford, Pistol, Page, and Nym. Ford. Well, I hope it be not so. Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs: Sir John affects thy wife. Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, Both young and old, one with one another, Ford: He loves the gally-mawfry; Ford, perpend. Ford. Love my wife? Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go by night: Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do sing. Away, Sir comporal Nym Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Exit Pist. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true-my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu! I love not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's the humour of it. Adieu. [Exit Nym. Page. The humour of it, quoth'a! here's a fellow frights humour out of his wits. Ford. I will seek out Falstaff: Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? Page. Hang'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service. Ford. Were they his men ? Ford. I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter? Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together: a man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head; 1 cannot be thus satisfied. Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine host? Enter Host and Shallow. Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentleman: cavalero-justice, I say. Shal. I follow, mine host, 1 follow. Good even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in hand. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully-rook. Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French doctor. Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with yon. Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook? [They go aside. Shal. Will you [to Page] go with us to behold it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think he hath appointed them contrary places: for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, rogue. Ford. If I do find it, well. Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest of the town commended him for a true my guest-cavalier? Ford. None, 1 protest; but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a jest. Host. My hand, bully thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook; It is a merry knight. Will you go, Cavaliers? Shal. Have with you, mine host. Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier. Shal Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page: 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you you four tall fellows skip like rats. Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Page. Have with you:-1 had rather hear them scold than fight. [Exeunt Host, Shal. and Page. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily; She w was as in his company at Page's house; and, what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look fur. ther into't: and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. [Exit SCENE 11. A Room in the Garter Inn. Fal. 1 will not lend thee a penny. Which I with sword will open.- Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you: -go.-A short knife and a throng; to your manor of Pickthatch, go.-Yon'll not bear a letter for me you rogue! you stand upon your honour! -Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the terms of my honour precise. 1, 1, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet, you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour! You will not do it, you! Pist. 1 do relent; what would'st thou more of man? Enter Robin. they could never get her so much as sip on a Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand times: and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven. Fal. Ten and eleven? Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you wot of; master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart. Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend to her; I will not fail her. me Quick. Why, you say well: But I have ano. ther messenger to your worship: Mrs. Page hath her hearty commendations to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other; and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth. Fal. Not 1, I assure thee; setting the attractions of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with Quick. Blessings on your heart for't! you. Fal. Let her approach. Enter Mistress Quickly. Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. Fal. Good-morrow, good wife. Quick. Not so, an't please your worship. Fal. Good maid, then. Quick. I'li be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour I was born. Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two? Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe thee the hearing. Quick. There is one Mistress Ford, sir;-1 pray, come a little nearer this ways:-1 myself dwell with master doctor Caius. Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways. Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears:-mine own people, mine own people. Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make them his servants! Fal. Well: mistress Ford:- What of her? Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray! Fal. But, I I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they love me ? Quick. That were a jest, indeed!-they have not so little grace, I hope that were a trick indeed! But Mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page of all loves; her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page; and, truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy. Fal. Why, I will. Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case, have a nay word, that you may know one another's mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world. lam Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both; there's my purse; 1 yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with this woman. This news distracts me ! [Exeunt Quickly and Robin. Fal. Mistress Ford:-come, mistress Ford, - Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; of it: you have brought her into such a canaries Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all! [Ezit Pistol all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways, have brought her to such a canary. Yet there I'll make more of thy old body than I have has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after after the expense of so much money, be now a coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling gainer? Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, so sweetly (all musk); and so rushling, I warrant 'tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter. you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best, Enter Bardolph. and the fairest, that would have won any wo- Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below man's heart and, I warrant you, they could would fain speak with you, and be acquainted never get an eye-wink of her-1 had myself with you and hath sent your worship a morn twenty angels given me this morning but I ing's draught of sack. defy all angels, (in any such sort, as they say.) Fal. Brook is his name? out in the way of honesty :-and, I warrant you, Bard. Ay, sir. Fal. Call him in: [Erit Bardolph.] Such Inest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ah! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have 1 encompass'd you? go to; via ! Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir. Fal. And you, sir: Would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold to press with so little preparation upon you. Give us leave, drawer. Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? [Exit Bardolph. Ford. Sir, 1 am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook. Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you. Ford. Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are; the which hath something embolden'd me to this unseason'd intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Fal. Money is a a good soldier, sir, and will on. Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me if you will help me to bear it, Sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the carriage. Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing. Fal. Speak, good master Brook; 1 shall be glad to be your servant. Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,-1 will be brief with you; and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection: but, good Sir John, as you have one eye upon my tollies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own; that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender. Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. her mirth so far, that there is shrewd construc- Ford. Believe it, for you know it:-There is Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy ? Methinks you prescribe to yourself very preposterously. Ford. O, understand my drift! she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves; I could drive her then from the ward of her urity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too strongly embattled against me: What say you to't, Sir John? Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next give me your hand; and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. Ford. O good sir! Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you shall want none. 1 shall be with her (1 may tell you) by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from me: 1 say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall her husband's name is Ford. Fal. Well, sir. Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting observance; engrossed opportunities to meet her; fee'd every slight occasion, that know how I speed. Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir? Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! 1 know him not:-yet 1 wrong him to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath could but niggardly give me sight of her; not masses of money; for the which his wife seems only bought many presents to give her, but have to me well-favoured, I will use her as the key given largely to many, to know what she would have given: briefly, ve pursued her, as love hath pursued me; which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever 1 have merited, either in my mind or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have received none; unless experience be a jewel: that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that hath taught me to say this: Love like a shadow flies, when substance love of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my and thou shalt lie wife. Come to me gravate his style: thon, master Brook, shalt know him for a knave and cuckold:-come to [Exil Fal. Have you received no promise of satis- me soon at night. faction at her hands ? Ford. Never. Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this!-My heart is ready to crack with impa Fal. Have you importuned her to such a pur-tience. Who says this is improvident jealousy pose? Ford. Never. Fal. Of what quality was your love then? Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground, so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it. -My My wife ath sent sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this?-See the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under the the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Terms! names: Ford. When I have told you that, I have told -Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Bar you all. Some say, that though she appear ho-bason, well; yet they are devil's additions, the Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? |