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Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some chequers to me; they shall be my East and West of my followers.

Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to wag: trot, trot.

mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.

Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, Host. Thou art an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and And by my side wear steel ? then, Lucifer take all! Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, Nym. I will run no base humor; here, take the he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector?

humor letter; I will keep the 'havior of reputation. Fal. Do so, good mine host.

Fal. Hold, sirrah, [To Rob.] bear you these Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see letters tightly;' thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shorcs.

[Exit Host. Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good Trudge, plod away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! trade; an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a wither- Falstaff will learn the humor of this age, ed servingman, a fresh tapster; Go, adieu. French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. Bur. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.

[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. [Exit Bard. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and Pist. O base Gongarian' wight! wilt thou the

fullam hold, spigot wield?

And high and low beguile the rich and poor: Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the hu- Tester I'll have in pouch,' when thou shalt lack, mor conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's Base Phrygian Turk! the humor of it.

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box; humors of revenge. his thefts were too open: his filching was like an Pist. Wilt thou revenge? unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. By welkin, and her star! Nym. The good humor is, to steal at a minute's Pist. With wit, or steel?

Nym. With both the humors, I: Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh, a fico I will discuss the humor of this love to Page. for the phrase!

Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.

How Falstaff, varlet vile, Pist. Why then let kibes ensue.

His dove will prove, his gold will hold, Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch;

And his soft couch defile. I must shift.

Nym. My humor shall not cool: I will incense' Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous. Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. that is my true humor.

Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second about.

thee; troop on.

[Exeunt. Pist. Two yards and more.

Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed I am in the SCENE IV-A Room in Dr. Caius's House. waist two yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and Rugby. make love to Foru's wife; I spy entertainment in Quick. What; John Rugby!-I pray thee, go her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer to the casement, and see if you can see my masof invitation; I can construe the action of her ter, master doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith, familiar style; and the hardest voice of her beha- and find any body in the house, here will be an vior, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John old abusing of God's patience, and the king's Falstaff's.

English. Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated

Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit Rugby. her well; out of honesty into English.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset fort soon Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humor pass? at night, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels.' come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell

Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, tale, nor no breed-bate:' his worst fault is, that he boy, say I.

is given to prayer: he is something peevish that Nym. The humor rises; it is good: humor me

way: but nobody but has his fault;—but let that the angels. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and pass: Peter Simple, you say your name is ?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. here another to Page's wife; who even now gave Quick. And master Slender's your master ? me good eyes too; examin'd my parts with most

Sim. Ay, forsooth. judicious eyliads:* sometimes the beam of her

Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

like a glover's paring knife ? Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, Nym. I thank thee for that humor.

with a little yellow beard; a Cain-colored beard. Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her

Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall' a man of eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! his hands, as any is between this and his head; he Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse hath fought with a warrener. too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty.

Quick. How say you ?—0, I should remember I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be ex

+ Cleverly. · For Hungarian.

3 Fig.

Sixpence I'll have in pocket. 1 Instigate. > Eyes.

2 Jealousy. • Escheatonar, an officer in the Exchequer.

3 Brave.

• False dice.

• Gold Coin.

3 Strife.

A Foolish.

him; does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and strut in his gait?

do all myself; Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Sim. ”Tis a great charge, to come under one Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse body's hand. fortune. Tell master parson Evans, I will do what Quick. Are you avis' o' that? you shall find it I can for your master; Anne is a good girl, and I a great charge: and to be up early and down late: wish

- but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; Re-enter RUGBY.

I would have no words of it,) my master himself

is in love with mistress Anne Page; but notwithRug. Out, alas! here comes my master. standing that, -I know Anne's mind, - that's

Quick. We shall all be shent: Run in here, neither here nor there. good young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Sim Caius. You jack 'nape; give-a dis letter to sir Ple in the closet.] He will not stay long.–What, Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge; I vill cut his troat John Rugby! John, what, John, I say "Go, John, in de park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape go enquire for my master; I doubt he be not well, priest to meddle or make :-you may be gone; it that he comes not home:-and down, down, is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I will cut all adown-a, &c.

[Sings. his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone

to trow at his dog. Enter Doctor Caius.

[Erit Simple

Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Caius. It is no matter-a for dat;do not you Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? by gar, I will kill de jack priest; and I have apa green-a box.

pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our Quick. Ay forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. he went not in himself; if he had found the young Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be man, he would have been horn-mad. [Aside. well: we must give folks leave to prate: What,

Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. the good-jer!' Je m'en vais à la cour,—la grande affaire. Caius. Rughy, come to the court vit me ;-By Quick. Is it this, sir ?

gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your Cajus. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Dépêche, head out of my door:—Follow my heels, Rugby. quickly:- Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. What, John Rugby! John!

Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your Rug. Here, sir.

own. No, I know Anne's mind for that; never a Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I my heel to de court.

thank heaven. Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Fent. [Within.) Who's within there, ho? Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the Qu'ay-j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, house, I pray you. dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there,

Enter Fenton. and be mad.

Fent. How now, good woman: how dost thou? Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?Villany! larron! (Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, worship to ask.

Quick. The better, that it pleases your good my rapier.

Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Quick. Good master, be content.

Anne? Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?

Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, Quick. The young man is an honest man.

and gentle: and one that is your friend, I can tell Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. you that by the way; I praise heaven for it.

Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear

I not lose my suit? the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above; but parson Hugh.

notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a Caius. Vell.

book she loves you:—Have not your worship a Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to

wart above your eye? Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
Caius. Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your it is such another Na

Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;—good faith,

but, I detest, an honest maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page maid as ever broke bread:—We had an hour's for my master, in the way of marrige.

talk of that wart;—I shall never laugh but in that Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put maid's company!—But

, indeed, she is given too my finger in the fire, and need not.

much to allicholly and musing: But for you, Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez

Well, me some paper :—Tarry you a little-a while.

Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's

[Writes. Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf:

-if thou seest her before me, commend me thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so

Quick. Will I? i'faith, that we will: and I will loud, and so melancholy:-But notwithstanding, tell your worship more of the wart, the next time man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the

we have confidence; and of other wooers. very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. master,—I may call him my master, look you, for

[E.cit. I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake,

* The goujere, what the pox! • Scolded, reprimanded.

• She means, I protest.

• Melancholy.

go to.

Quick. Farewell to your worship.—Truly, an | know Anne's mind as well as another does :-Out honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not: for I| upon't! what have I forgot?



By me,

SCENE I.-Before Page's House. he would not swear; praised women's modesty;
Enter Mistress PAGE, with a letter.

and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to

all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his Mrs. Page. What! have I ’scaped love-letters disposition would have gone to the truth of his in the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now words: but they do no more adhere and keep place a subject for them? Let me see: [Reads. together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this love use reason for his precisian," he admits him whale, with so many tons of oil in his belly, not for his counsellor. You are not young, no ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on morë am I: go to then, there's sympathy; you are him? I think, the best way were to entertain him merry, so am 1: Ha! ha! then there's more sym- him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted pathy; you love sack, and so do 1: Would

you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, mistress

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name Page, (at the least, if the love of a soldier can

of Page and Ford differs !--To thy great comfort suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pily me, brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for,

in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin'tis not a soldierlike phrase; but I say, love me.

I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a Thine own true knight,

thousand of these letters writ with blank space By day or night,

for different names, (sure more,) and these are of Or any kind of light,

the second edition: He will print them out of With all his might,

doubt: for he cares not what he puts into the press, For thee to fight,

when he would put us two. I had rather be a John FALSTAFF.

giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I What a Herod of Jewry is this!–0 wicked, wick- will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one

chaste man. ed world one that is well nigh worn to pieces Mrs. Ford. Why this is the very same; the very with age, to show himself a young gallant! What hand, the very words: What doth he think of us? unweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard

Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me picked (with the devil's name) out of my conver- almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. sation, that he dares in this manner assay me?

I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acWhy, he hath not been thrice in my company !

-quainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some What should I say to him?-I was then frugal of strain in me, that I know not myself, he would my mirth :-heaven forgive me!—Why, I'll ex

never have boarded me in this fury. hibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down

Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure How shall I be revenged on him? for to keep him above deck. revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my puddings.

hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revengEnter Mistress Ford.

ed on him; let's appoint him a meeting; give him Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page! trust me, I was going a show of comfort in his suit: and lead him on to your house.

with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you. horses to mine host of the Garter. You look very ill.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have against him, that may not sully the chariness of to show to the contrary.

our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter ! Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.

it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my show you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am me some counsel !

from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? unmeasurable distance. Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. trifling respect, I could come to such honor! Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this

Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman :-take the greasy knight: Come hither. [They retire. honor: What is it?-dispense with trifles;—what Enter Ford, Pistol, Pace, and Nym. is it!

Ford. Well, I hope it be not so. Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal

Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs : moment, or so, I could be knighted.

Sir John affects thy wife. Mrs. Page. What?—thou liest!- Sir Alice

Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. Ford !--These knights will hack; and so thou

Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. Ford. We burn daylight:-here, read, Both young and old, one with another, Ford; read;—perceive how I might be knighted, -I shall He loves thy gally-mawfry;' Ford, perpend.' think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an

Ford. Love my wife? eye to make difference of men’s liking: And yet

: A dog that misses his game. * Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician.

• A medley.

of men.

and poor,



with you.

Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou | loose to him; and what he gets more of her than Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels: sharp words, let it lie on my head. 0, odious is the name!

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would Ford. What name, sir?

be loth to turn them together: A man may be too Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell.

confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: Take heed; have open eye; for thieves do foot by I cannot be thus satisfied. night:

Page. Look where my ranting host of the Garter Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money sing

in his purse, when he looks so merrily.—How now, Away, sir corporal Nym.

mine host? Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this.

Enter Host and SHALLOW. Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentlethe humor of lying. He hath wronged me in some man: cavalero-justice, I say. humors; I should have borne the humored letter Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the you go with us? we have sport in hand. short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyI speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true:my name is rook. Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between not the humor of bread and cheese; and there's sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French the humor of it. Adieu.

[Exit Nom. doctor. Page. The humor of it, quoth 'a! here's a Ford. Good mine host of the Garter, a word fellow frights humor out of his wits. Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Host. What say’st thou, bully-rook? Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting

[They go aside. rogue.

Shal. Will you [to PAGE] go with us to behold Ford. If I do find it, well.

it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, tho' the weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them priest o' the town commended him for a true man. contrary places: for, believe me, I hear, the parson

Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well. is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport Page. How now, Meg?

shall be. Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark you. Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art guest-cavalier? thou melancholy?

Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.- of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell Get you home, go.

him, my name is Brook; only for a jest. Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in Host. My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page? and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be

Mrs. Page. Have with you.—You'll come to Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, dinner, George ?—Look, who comes yonder: she hearts? shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

Shal. Have with you, mine host.
Aside to Mrs. FORD.

Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good

skill in his rapier. Enter Mistress QUICKLY.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more! In Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll these times you stand on distance, your passes, fit it.

stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the Anne?

time, with my long sword, I would have made you Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good four tall fellows skip like rats

. mistress Anne?

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have

Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear them an hour's talk with you.

scold than fight. [Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Fond, and

[Exeunt Host, SHALLOW, and Page. Mrs. QUICKLY.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands Page. How now, master Ford ?

so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did my opinion so easily: she was in his company at

Page's house; and what they made there, I know Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me?

ell, I will look further into't: and I have Ford. Do you think there is truth in them?

a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the lose not my labor; if she be otherwise, 'tis labor knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in well bestowed.

[Edit. his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his dis

SCENE II.- A Room in the Garter Inn. carded men; very rogues, now they be out of service.

Enter Falstaff and Pistol. Ford. Were they his men?

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny. Page. Marry, were they.

Pist. Why then the world's mine oyster, Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does which I witń sword will open.he lie at the Garter ?

I will retort the sum in equipage." Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her should lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated « A lying sharper.

* Pay you again in stolen goods.

you not?


upon my good friends for three reprieves for you myself twenty angels given me this morning; but and your coach-fellow' Nym; or else you had I defy all angels, (in any such sort, as they say,) looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. but in the way of honesty and, I warrant you, I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen they could never get her so much as sip on a cup my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: with the proudest of them all; and yet there has and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but I fan, I took't upon my honor, thou hadst it not. warrant you, all is one with her. Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my fifteen pence?

good she-Mercury. Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think’st thou, Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, hang no the which she thanks you a thousand times; and more about me, I am no gibbet for you go.— she gives you to notify, that her husband will be A short knife and a throng:—to your manor absence from his house between ten and eleven. of Pickt-hatch,' go.—You'll not bear a letter for Fal. Ten and eleven? me, you rogue !-you stand upon your honor! Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much and see the picture, she says that you wot' of ;as I can do, to keep the terms of my honor pre- master Ford, her husband, will be from home. cise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honor in he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frammy necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to pold® life with him, good heart. lurch ; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce' your Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice to her ; I will not fail her. phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another shelter of your honor! You will not do it, you ? messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her Pist. I do relent: what wouldst thou more of man? hearty commendations to you too ;-and let me Enter Robin.

tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest

wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, Fal. Let her approach.

whoe'er be the other; and she bade me tell your Enter Mrs. Quickly.

worship, that her husband is seldom from home; Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.

but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.

you have charms, la; yes, in truth. Fal. Good maid, then.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the of my good parts aside, I have no other charins. first hour I was born.

Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! Fal. I do believe the swearer; What with me?

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or

wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how two?

they love me? Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch

Quick. That were a jest, indeed!—they have safe thee the hearing.

not so little grace, I hope :—that were a trick, Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir; - pray; send her your little page

, of all loves;" her husband

indeed! But mistress Page would desire you to come a little nearer this ways;-I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

has a marvellous infection to the little page : and, Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,

truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife Quick. Your worship says very true; I pray what she will, say what she will take all, pay all


in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do your worship, come a little nearer this ways. Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears ;-mine own

go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is people, mine own people.

as she will; and, truly, she deserves it; for if there

You Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. make them his servants !

must send her your page; no remedy. Fal. Well: Mistress Ford:what of her?

Fal. Why, I will. Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord,

Quick. Nay, but do so, then; and, look you, he lord! your worship’s a wanton: Well, heaven for- may come and go between you both; and, in any give you, and all of us, I pray!

case, have a nay-word," that you may know one Fal

. Mistress Ford ;-come, mistress Ford, another's mind, and the boy never need to underQuick. Marry, this is the short and the long of stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as

should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all

, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.—Boy, go knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their along with this woman. This news distracts me. coaches; I warrant you, coach atter coach, letter

[Exeunt QUICKLY and Robin. after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly

Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :(all musk) and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk Clap on more sails ; pursue, up with your fights ; and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! wine and sugar of the best and the fairest, that would

[Exit Pistol have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant

Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll

you, they could never get an eye-wink of her. I had make more of thy old body than I have done. Will

they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the ex• Draws along with you.

. To cut purses in a crowd. pense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good 1 Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell.

& Fretful, peevish. • A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandary.

* By all means.

SA watch-word.


3 Ale-house.

• Know.

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