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leman. * Satisfy me once more; one more SCENE III.A Room in the Garter Inn. search with me.

Enter Host and BARDOLPA. Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three you, and the old woman down; my husband of your horses : the duke himself will be towill come into the chamber.

morrow at court, and they are going to meet Ford. Old woman !- What old woman's that? him.

Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Host. What duke should that be, comes so Brentford.

secretly? I hear not of him in the court : Let Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She English ? comes of errands, does she? We are simple Bard. Ay, Sir; I'll call them to you. men; we do not know what's brought to pass Host. They shall have my horses ; but I'll under the profession of fortune-telling. She make them pay, I'll sauce them : they have had works by charms, by spells, by the figure, and my houses a week at command ; I have turned such daubery as this is ; beyond our element: away my other guests : they must come off: we know nothing.--Come down, you witch, I'll sauce them : Come.

Exeunt. you hag you ; come down I say.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Ford's House. Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband;good gentlemen, let him not strike the old Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. FORD,

and Sir Hugh Evans. woman. Enter FALSTAFF in women's clothes, led by

Eva. 'T'is one of the pest discretions of a Mrs. Page.

'oman as ever I did look upon. Mrs. Page. Come, mother Pratt, come, give

Page. And did he send you both these letme your hand.

ters at an instant? Ford. I'll prat her :- -Out of my door, you

Mrs. Puge. Within a quarter of an hour. witch! (Beats him.] You rag, you baggage,

Ford. Pardon me, wife : Henceforth do what you polecat, you ronyon !t out! out! I'll con

thou wilt ; jure you, I'll fortune-tell you.[Exit Falstaff. I rather will suspect the sun with cold,

Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed ? I think, Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy hoyou have kill'd the poor woman.

nour stand, Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :-'Tis a good- In him that was of late an heretic, ly credit for you.

As firm as faith. Ford. Hang her, witch !

Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well ; no more. Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a

Be not as extreme in submission, witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a

As in offence; great peard; I spy a great peard under her But let our plot go forward : let our wives muffler.

Yet once again, to make us public sport, Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, you follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: Where we may take him, and disgrace him if I cry out thus upon no trail,t never trust me

for it. when I openg again.

Ford. There is no better way than that they Page. Let's obey his humour a little further:

spoke of. Come, gentlemen.

Page. How! to send him word they'll meet (Ereuni Page, Ford, Shallow, and Evans. him in the park at midnight! fie, fie ; he'll

Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most piti- never come. fully.

Eva. You say, he has been thrown in the Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; rivers ; and has been grievously peaten, as an he beat him most unpitisully, methought. old oman: methinks, there should be terrors

Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, in him, that he should not come; methinks, his and hang o'er the altar ; it hath done merito flesh is punished, he shall have no desires. rious service.

Page. So think I too. Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with

Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him the warrant of woman-hood, and the witness

when he comes, of a good conscience, pursue him with any fur- | And let us two devise to bring him thither. ther revenge?

Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure,

Herne the hunter, scared out of him ; if the devil have him not in Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, see-simple, with fine and recovery, he will Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'1 again.

horns ;

(cattle ; Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how And there he blasts the tree, and takes* the we have served him ?

And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but

a chain to serape the figures out of your husband's In a most hideous and dreadful manner : brains. If they can find in their hearts, the You have heard of such a spirit; and well you poor unvirtuous fat knight shall be any further

know, afflicted, we two will still be the ministers. The superstitious idle-headed eldt

Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him Received, and did deliver to our age, publicly shamed : and, methinks, there would This tale Here the hunter for a truth. be no period to the jest, should he not be pub- Page. Why, yet there want not many, that licly shamed.

do fear Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, In deep of night to walk by this Herne’s oak:

But what of this? shape it: I would not have things cool.

[Ereunt. Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device ; • L.over. 1 Scab. Scent Cry out.

* Strikeg.

† Old age

That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Sim. Marry, Sir, I come to speak with Sir Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his John Falstaff from master Slender. head.

Host. There's his chamber, his house, his Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed ; 'tis come,

painted about with the story of the prodigal, And in this shape: When you have brought fresh and new: Go, knock and call; he'll him thither,

(plot? speak like an Anthropophaginian* unto thee : What shall be done with him? what is your Knock, I say. Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, upon, and thus :

gone up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as Nan Page my daughter, and my little

son, stay, Sir, till she come down: I come to speak And three or four more of their growth, we'll with her, indeed. dress

(white, Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be Like urchins, ouphes,* and fairies, green and robbed : I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully Sir With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, John ! speak from thy lungs military : Art thou And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, there ? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,

Fal. (above.) How now, mine host ? Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once

Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the With some diffusedt song; upon their sight, coming down of thy fat woman: Let her deWe two in great amazedness will fly :

scend, bully, let her descend ; my chambers are Then let them all encircle him about,

honourable: Fye! privacy? fye! And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight ;

And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,

Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat womau In shape prophane.

even now with me ; but she's gone. Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,

Sim. Pray you, Sir, was't not the wiset wo. Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,

man of Brentford ? And burn him with their tapers.

Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; What Mrs. Page. The truth being known,

would you with her? We'll all present ourselves ; dishorn the spirit,

Sim. My master, Sir, my master Slender, And mock him home to Windsor.

sent to her, seeing her go through the streets, Ford. The children must

to know, Sir, whether one Nym, Sir, that be. Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. guiled him of a chain, had the chain, or no.

Eva. I will teach the children their beha- Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. viours; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also,

Sim. And what says she, I pray, Sir ? to burn the knight with my taber.

Fal. Marry,she says, that the very same man, Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozthem vizards.

ened him of it. Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all

Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the the fairies,

woman herself; I had other things to have Finely attired in a robe of white.

spoken with her too, from him. Page. That silk will I go buy ;-and in that

Fal. What are they? let us know. time

Host. Aye, come; quick.
Shall master Slender steal my Nan away,

Sim. I may not conceal them, Sir.

Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest. And marry her at Eton.- -Go, send to Falstaff Sim. Why Sir, they were nothing but about straight.

mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of master's fortune to have her, of no. Brook :

Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune. He'll tell me all his purpose : Sure, he'll come.

Sim. What, Sir? Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us

Fal. To have her ---or no: Go; say, the woproperties,

man told me so. And tricking for our fairies.

Sim. May I be so bold to say so, Sir? Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable plea

Fal. Ay, Sir Tike; who more bold? sures, and fery honest knaveries.

Sim. I thank your worship : I shall make my (Eteunt Page, FORD, and Evans. master glad with these tidings. [Exit SIMPLE. Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford,

Host. Thou art clerkly,I thou art clerkly, Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind.

Sir John : Was there a wise woman with thee?

(Ecit Mrs. FORD. Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, I'll to the doctor ; he hath my good will,

that hath taught me more wit than ever I learnAnd none but he, to marry with Nan Page.

ed before in my life : and I paid nothing for it That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot; neither, but was paid for my learning. And he my husband best of all affects :

Enter BARDOLPH. The doctor is well money'd, and his friends

Bard. Out, alas, Sir! cozenage ! meer co2Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have

enage ! her,

Host. Where be my horses? speak well of Though twenty thousand worthier come to them varletto. crave her.

(Exit. Bard. Run away with the cozeners : for so SCENE V-A Room in the Garter Inn. soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me Enter Host and SIMPLE.

off, from behind one of them, in a slough of Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, mire ; and set spurs, and away, like three thick-skin? speak, breathe, diseuss; brief, German devils, three Doctor Faustuses. short, quick, snap.

Host. They are gone but to meet the duke Elf, hobgoblin

Wild. discordant. * A cannibal. A cunning woman, a fortune-teller Soundly. y Moeessaries.

Scholar like.

villain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee honest men.

A hundred pound in gold, more than your loss, Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and Eva. Where is mine host?

I will, at the least, keep your counsel.

Fent. From time to time I have acquainted Host. What is the matter, Sir? Eva. Have a care of your entertainments : With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page;

you there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, Who, mutually, hath answer'd my affection there is three couzin germans, that has cozened all the hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of (So far forth as herself might be her chooser,) Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you of such contents as you will wonder at;

Even to my wish : I have a letter from her for good-will, look you: you are wise, and full The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, of gibes and vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not con- That neither, singly, can be manifested, venient you should be cozened: Fare you without the show of both ;—wherein fat Falwell.


staff Enter Doctor Calug.

Hath a great scene: the image of the jest. Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre.

[Showing the letter. Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine and doubtful dilemma.

host :

[one, Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell- To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and a me, dat you make grand preparation for a Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen ; duke de Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, The purpose why, is here;* in which disguise, dat the court is know to come; I tell you for While other jests are something rank on foot, good vill: adieu.

[Exit. Her father hath commanded her to slip Host. Hue and cry, villain, go :-assist me, Away with Slender, and with him at Éton knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, Immediately to marry: she hath consented : villain ! I am undone!

Now, Sir, [Ereunt Host and Bardolph. Her mother, even strong against that match, Fal. I would, all the world might be cozen- And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed ed; for I have been cozen'd and beaten too. That he shall likewise shuffle her away, If it should come to the ear of the court, how While other sports are tasking of their minds. I have been transformed and how my transfor- And at the deanery, where a priest attends, mation hath been washed and cudgelled, they Straight marry her : to this her mother's plot would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant, Made promise to the doctor ;-Now, thus it they would whip me with their fine wits, till I

rests : were as crest-fallen as a dried pear. I never Her father means she shall be all in white; prospered since I forswore myself at Prime- And in that habit, when Slender sees his time TO.* Well, if my wind were but long enough To take her by the hand, and bid her go, to say my prayers, I would repent. She shall go with him :-her mother hath in

tended. Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

The better to denote her to the doctor, Now! whence come you?

(For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,) Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. That, quaintt in green, she shall be loose enFal. The devil take one party, and his dam

rob'd, the other, and so they shall be both bestowed! With ribbands pendant, flaring 'bout her head; I have suffered more for their sakes, more, than And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, the villanous inconstancy of man's disposition To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, is able to bear.

The maid hath given consent to go with him. Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I Host. Which means she to deceive? father warrant; speciously one of them; mistress

or mother? Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with you cannot see a white spot about her.

Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue? And here it rests,--that you'll procure the vicar I was beaten myself into all the colours of the To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one, rainbow, and I was like to be apprehended for And, in the lawful name of marrying, the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable To give our hearts united ceremony. dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the action Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the of an old woman, deliver'd me, the knave con

vicar: stable had set me i' the stock i’ the common Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. stocks, for a witch.

Fent. So, shall I evermore be bound to thee; Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your Besides, I'll make a present recompense. chamber : you shall hear how things go; and, I

[Ereunt. warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will

ACT V. say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together ! Sure, one of you does

SCENE I.--A Room in the Garter Inn. not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed

Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. QUICKLY. Fal. Come up into my chamber. (Exeunt Fal. Prythee, no more prattling ;-go. SCENEVI.-Another Room in the Garter Inn. I'll hold : This is the third time; I hope, good

luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they Enter FENTON and Host.

say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my nativity, chance, or death.-Away. mind is heavy, I will give over all. [purpose,

Quick. I'll provide you a chain ; and I'll do Fent. Yet here me speak: Assist me in my what I can to get you a pair of horns. * A game at cards.

In the letter. † Fantastically. Keep to the time


Fal. Away, I say; time wears : hold up your Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. head, and mince. (Exit Mrs. QUICKLY. Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their Enter FORD.

lechery, How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the

Those that betray them do no treachery.

Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on ; To the oak, matter will be known to-night, or never. Be

to the oak!

[Ereunt. you in the Park about midnight, at Herne's vak, and you shall see wonders.

SCENE IV.-Windsor Park. Ford. Went yoy not to her yesterday, Sir, as

Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies. you told me you had appointed? Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see,

Eva. Trib, trib, faries; come; and rememlike a poor old man: but I came from her, ben your parts: be pold, I pray you ; follow me master Brook, like a poor old woman. That

into the pit; and when I give the watch-'ords, same knave, Ford her husband, hath the do as I pid you; Come, come ; trib, trib. finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master

[Eceunt. Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell SCENE V.-Another part of the Park. you. He beat me grievously, in the shape of Enter Falstaffdisguised,with abuck's head on. & woman; for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's

Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. the minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded I am in haste ; go along with me; I'll tell you gods assist me :-Remember, Jove, thou wast all, master Brook. Since I plucked geese,

a bull for thy Europa ; love set on thy horns. played truant, and whipped top, I knew not

O powerful love! that, in some respects, what it was to be beaten, till lately. Follow makes a beast a man; in some other, a man a me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave beast.—You were also, Jupiter, a swan, for Ford: on whom to-night I will be revenged, the love of Leda ;-0, omnipotent love! how and I will deliver his wife into your hand. -- near the god drew to the complexion of a Follow : Strange things in hand, master Brook! goose ?-A fault done first in the form of a follow.


beast ;-0 Jove, a beastly fault ! and then an

other fault in the semblance of a fowl; think SCENE II.Windsor Park.

on't, Jove; a foul fault.-When gods have hot Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am

Page. Come, come; we'll couch i’ the castle- here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.- i' the forest : send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or Remember, son Slender, my daughter.

who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, comes here? my doe? and we have a nay-word,* how to know one Eenter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. PAGE. another, I come to her in white, and cry, mum;

Mrs, Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my she cries, budget ; and by that we know one

deer? my male deer? another.

Fal. My doe with the black scut?-Let the Shal. That's good too : But what needs either your mum, or her budget? the white will de sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of cipher her well enough.-It hath struck ten eringoes; let there come a tempest of provoca

Green Sleeves ; hail kissing-comfits, and snow o'clock. Page. The night is dark; light and spirits

tion, I will shelter me here (Embracing her.

Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, will become it well. Heaven prosper our

sweetheart. sport! No man means evil but the devil, and

Fal. Divide me like a bride-buck, each a we shall know him by his horns. Let's away; haunch; I will keep my sides to myself, my follow me.


shoulders for the fellow* of this walk, and SCENE III.--The Street in Windsor.

my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. Calus, woodman? ha! Speak I like Herne the'hunter?

Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in ,-Why, now is Cupid a Child of conscience ; green: when you see your time, take her by he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, the hand, away with her to the deanery, and


[Noise within. despatch it quickly: Go before into the park;

Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise? we two must go together.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins ! Caius. I know vat I have to do; Adieu.

Fal. What should this be?

Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page. Fare you well, Sir.(Erit Caius.]

Mrs. Page.

} Away, away. (They run off My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the

Fal. I think, the devil will not have me doctor's marrying my daughter: but 'tis no

damned, lest the oil that is in me should set matter ; better a little chiding, than a great hell on fire; he would never else cross me

thus. deal of heart-break, Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop Enter Sir Hugh

Evans, like a satyr; Mrs. of fairies and the Welsh devil, Hugh?

QUICKLY, and Pistol; ANNE PAGE, as the Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard

Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and by Herne’s oak, with obscured lights; which, at

others, dressed like fairies, with waxen tapers the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting,

on their heads. they will at once display to the night. Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night,

Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, him.

You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be Attend your office, and your quality.tmocked; if he be amazed, he will every way Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy 0-yes. be mocked. * Watch-word.

* Keeper of the forest,

1 Fellowship

Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you Pinch him, fairies, mutually; airy toys :

Pinch him for his villany ; Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap: Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths Till candles,and star-light,and moonshine be out. unswept,

During this song, the fairies pinch FALTSAFF. There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:*

Doctor Caius comes one way, and steals away Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.

a fairy in green; SLENDER another way, and Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, takes off a fairy in white; and FENTON comes, shall die :

and steals away Mrs. ANNE PAGE. A noise 121 wink and couch: No man their works must

of hunting is made within. Au the fairies run eye. (Lies down upon his face.

away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and Era. Where's Pede.?-Go you, and where rises. you find a maid,

Enter Page, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, & Mrs. FORD. That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers, said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

They lay hold on him. Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,

watch'd you now; Pinch them, arms, legs, back, shoulders, sides, Will none but Herne the hunter serve your and shins.

turn? Quick. About, about;

Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:

jest no higher :Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room; Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor That it may stand till the perpetual doom,


(yokes* In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit; See you these, husband ? do not these fair Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

Become the forest better than the town? The several chairs of order look you scour Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now? With juice of balm, and every precious flower : Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, knave; here are his horns, master Brook: With loyal blazon, evermore be blegt! And, master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, yon sing, of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring: twenty pounds of money ; which must be paid The expressure that it bears, green let it be, to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see, master Brook. And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and we could never meet. I will never take you white;

for my love again, but I will always count you. Like sapphire, pearl, and rich, embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made Fairies use flowers for their charactery.t Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock, Ford. Ay, and an ox too ; both the proofs are Our dance of custom, round about the oak extant. Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three Era. Pray you, lock hand in hand : your- or four times in the thought, they were not selves in order set :

fairies : and yet the guiltiness, of my mind, the And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossToguide our measure round about the tree. ness of the foppery into a received belief, in But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth. despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason,

Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh that they were fairies. See now, how wit may fairy! lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill emPist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even ployment. in thy birth.

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger, your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. end :

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I And turn him to no pain ; but if he start, pray you. It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, Pist. A trial, come.

till thou art able to woo her in good English. Eva. Come, will this wood take fire ?

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and [They burn him with their tapers. dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so Fal. Oh, oh, oh!

gross o'er-reaching as this? Am I ridden with Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in de- a Welsh goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of sire !

frize?t 'tis time I were choked with a piece of About him fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:

toasted cheese. And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your

Eva. It is right ; indeed he is full of lecheries pelly is all putter. and iniquity.

Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to Song.

stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters Fye on sinful fantasy!

of English? This is enough to be the decay

of lust and late-walking, through the realm. Fye on lust and luxury! Lust is but a bloody fire,

Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think,

though we would have thrust virtue out of our Kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire,

hearts by the head and shoulders, and have As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. given ourselves without scruple to hell, that * Whortleterry

my deer.

an ass.

The letters.

† A fool's cap of Welsh materials:

* Horns which Falstaff had.

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