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Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : rion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his What shall I do?

throwing into the water; and give him anoRe-enter FALSTAFF.

ther hope, to betray him to another punish

ment? Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! I'll in, I'll in ;-follow your friend's

Mrs. Page. We'll do it ; let him be sent for

to-morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. counsel ;—I'll in.

Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugo these your letters, knight?

Evans. Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me away: let me creep in here; I'll never Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave [He goes into the basket; they cover him bragged of that he could not compass. with foul linen.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that? Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me Call your men, mistress Ford :-You dissem- well master Ford, do you? bling knight!

Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! [Erit Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than Robin; Re-enter Servants.) Go take up these your thoughts ? clothes here, quickly; Where's the cowl- Ford. Amen. staff?* look, how you drumble :t carry them

Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, to the laundress in Datchet mead; quickly, master Ford.

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Enter FORD, Page, Caius, and Sir HUGH Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and Evans.

in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of without cause, why then make sport at me, judgment ! then let me be your jest; I deserve it. --How Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. now? whither bear you this?

Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.

ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do this imagination? I would not have your diswhither they bear it? You were best meddle temper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor with buck-washing

Castle. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; 1 for it. warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience: your shall appear. (Exeunt Servants with the basket.] wife is as honest a ’omans, as I will desires Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell among five thousand, an five hundred too. you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys :

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. ascend my chamber, search, seek find out: I'll

Ford. Well ;-) promised you a dinner :warrant, we'll unkennel the fox :-Let me stop Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, this way first :-So, now uncape. I

pardon me; I will hereafter make known to Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you you, why I have done this.—Come, wife ;wrong yourself too much.

come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; Ford. True, master Page.—Up, gentlemen ; pray heartily, pardon me. you shall see sport anon : follow me, gentle

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, [Exit.

we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow Era. This is fery fantastical humours, and morning to my house to breakfast ; after, we'll jealousies.

a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : bush : Shall it be so ? it is not jealous in France.

Ford. Any thing. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the

Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the issue of his search.

company (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall makeMrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency

a de turd. in this ?

Eva. In your teeth: for shame. Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me

Ford. Pray you go, master Page. better, that my husband is deceived, or Sir

Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morJohn.

row on the lousy knave mine host. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when

Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. your husband asked who was in the basket !

Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have

his mockeries.

[Exeunt. need of washing; so throwing him into the SCENE IV-A Room in PAGE's House. water will do him a benefit.

Enter FENTON, and Mistress ANNE PAGE. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal ; I would, all of the same strain were in the same Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; distress.

Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some

Anne. Alas! how then? special suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I

Fent. Why, thou must be thyself. never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. He doth object, I am too great of birth ;

Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And And that, my state being gall’d with my exwe will yet have more tricks with Falstaff:

pense, his dissolute disease will scarce obey this me- I seek to heal it only by his wealth : dicine.

Besides these, other bars he lays before me,Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish car- My riots past, my wild societies; * A staff for carrying a large tub or basket.

And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible Drone.

Unbag the fox, What. 'I should love thee, but as a property.


in :


Anne. May be, he tells you true.

You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt my Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to house : come!

I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

to my child, Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; Page. She is no match for you. And 'tis the very riches of thyself

Fent. Sir, will you hear me? That now I aim at.

Page. No, good master Fenton. Anne., Gentle master Fenton,

Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender, Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, Sir:

[Fenton. If opportunity and humble suit

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Cannot attain it, why then,--Hark you hither. [Exeunt Page, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.

[They converse apart. Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, & Mrs. QUICKLY.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; In such a righteous fashion as I do,

your daughter my kinsman shall speak for himself.

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't :* slid, 'tis but venturing.

1 must advance the colours of my love, Shal. Be not dismay'd.

And not retire: Let me have your good will. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to not for that,-but that I am afeard.

yond' fool. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better a word with you.

husband. Anne. I come to him.- This is my father's

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. choice.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i’ the 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

earth, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a And bowld to death with turnips. year!


Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Quick. And how does good master Fenton?

master Fenton, Pray you, a word with you.

I will not be your friend, nor enemy: Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, My daughter will I question how she loves you, thou hadst a father!

And as I find her, so am I affected; Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my "Till then, farewell, Sir:-She must needs go uncle can tell you good jests of him :-Pray Her father will be angry.

sin; you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how

(E.ceunt Mistress PagE and ANNE. my father stole two geese out of a pen, good

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, uncle.

Nan, Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Quick. This is my doing, now ;-Nay, said Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and woman in Gloucestershire.

a physician? Look on master Fenton :- this is Shal. He will maintain you like a gentle

my doing. woman.

Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long

to-night tail,t under the degree of a 'squire.

Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty


[Exit, pounds jointure. Anné. Good master Shallow, let him woo for A kind heart he hath: a woman would run

Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! himself.

through fire and water for such a kind heart. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you But yet, I would my master had mistress for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or,

in sooth, I would master Fenton had her: I Anne. Now, master Slender.

will do what I can for them all three; for so Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

I have promised, and I'll be as good as my Anne. What is your will?

word; but speciously* for master Fenton. Well, Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank from my two mistresses; What a beast am I to heaven: Iam not such a sickly creature, I give slackt it?

Erit. heaven praise.

SCENE V.-A room in the Garter Inn. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPA. Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little Fal. Bardolph, I say, or nothing with you: Your father, and my Bard. Here, Sir. uncle, have made motions : if it be my luck, so : Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; puta toast if not, happy man be his dole! They can tell in't. (Exit Bard.) Have I lived to be carried you how things, go, better than I can: You may in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; ask your father; here he comes.

and to be thrown into the Thames? Well; if Enter Page and Mistress Page. I be served such another trick, I'll have my Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them

to a dog for a new year's gift. daughter Anne.

The rogues Why, how now! what does master Fenton slighted me into the river with as little remorsef here?

leave you.

as they would have drowned a bitch's blind

puppies, fifteen i' the litter; and you may know * A proverha shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt, a thick start one. Come, poor or rich,

*Specially † Neglect. Pits.

* Lot.

by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Ford. What, while you were there? sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I Fal. While I was there. should down. I had been drowned, but that Ford. And did he search for you, and could the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death not find you? that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and Fal. You shall hear, As good luck would what a thing should I have been, when I had have it, comes in one mistress Page; gives been swelled! I should have been a mountain intelligence of Ford's approach ; and, by her of mummy.

invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they Re-enter BARDOLPA, with the wine. conveyed me into a buck-basket. Bard Here's mistress Quickly, Sir, to speak

Ford. A buck-basket !

Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed with you. Fal . Come, let me pour in some sack to the stockings, and greasy napkins ; that, master

me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the villanous smell, that ever offended nostril.

Brook, there was the rankest compound of reins. Call her in. Bard. Come in, woman.

Ford. And how long lay you there?

Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

what I have suffered to bring this woman to Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy : evil for your good. Being thus crammed in Give your worship good-morrow.

the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his Fal. Take away these chalices :* Go brew hinds, were called forth by their mistress, to me a pottle of sack finely.

carry me in the name of foul clothes to DatchetBard. With eggs, Sir?

lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the Fal. Simple of itse I'll no pullet-sperm in jealous knave their master in the door; who my brewage.-[Exit BARD.)- How now? asked them once or twice what they had in

Quick. Marry, Sir, I come to your worship their basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic from mistress Ford.

knave would have searched it; but Fate, orFal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: daining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. I was thrown into the ford : I have my belly Well; on went he for a search, and away went full of ford.

I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, masQuick. Alas the day! good heart, that was ter Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several not her fault; she does so take on with her deaths : first, an intolerable fright, to be demen; they mistook their erection.

tected with a jealous rotton bell-wether: next, Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish to be compassed like a good bilbo,* in the woman's promise.

circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to Quick. Well, she laments, Sir, for it, that it head: and then, to be stopped in, like a strong would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in goes this morning a birding; she desires you their own grease; think of that, -a man of my once more to come to her between eight and kidney,—think of that; that am as subject to nine: I must carry her word quickly: she'll heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution make you amends, I warrant you.

and thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape suffocaFal. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so; and tion. And in the height of this bath, when I bid her think, what a man is : let her consider was more than half stewed in grease, like a his frailty, and then judge of my merit.

Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, Quick. I will tell her.

and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st horse-shoe ; think of that;-hissing hot, -think thou?

of that, master Brook. Quick. Eight and nine, Sir.

Ford. In good sadness,t Sir, I am sorry that Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her. for my sake you have suffered all this. My suit Quick. Peace be with you, Sir! [Exit. then is desperate ; you'll undertake her no more.

Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook ; Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into he sent me word to stay within: I like his Ætna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will money well. O, here he comes.

leave her thus. Her husband is this morning Enter FORD.

gone a birding; I have received from her an

other embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and Ford. Bless you, Sir!

nine is the hour, master Brook. Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know

Ford. 'Tis past eight already, Sir. what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Fal. Is it? I will then addressf me to my

Ford. That, indeed, Sir John, is my business. appointment. Come to me at your convenient

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I leisure, and you shall know how I speed ; and was at her house the hour she appointed me. the conclusion shall be crowned with your enFord And how speed you, Sir?

joying her : Adieu. You shall have her, master Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. Ford. How so, Sir? Did she change her de

(Erit. termination ?

Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision is this a Fal. No, master Brook ; but the peaking dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake ; cornuto, her husband, master Brook, dwelling awake, master Ford; ther's a hole made in in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be the instant of our encounter, after we had married ! this 'tis to have linen, and buckembraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, baskets !--Well, I will proclaim myself what spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his I am: I will now take the lecher ; he is at my heels a rabble of his companions, thither pro- house : he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible voked and instigated by his distemper, and, he should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.

purse, nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the
* Bilboa, where the best blades are made.

1 Make myself reads.

* Chips. .


devil that guides him should aid him, I will Will. Genitive case.? search impossible places. Though what I am

Eva. Ay. I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum. shall not make me tame : if I have horns to Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on make one mad, let the proverb go with me, her !--never name her, child, if she be a whore. I'll be horn mad.


Eva. For shame, 'oman.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such

words : he teaches him to hick and to hack, SCENE 1.-The Street.

which they'll do fast enough of themselves ; Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. QUICKLY, and and to call horum :-fie upon you ! WILLIAM.

Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, understandings for thy cases, and the numbers think'st thou.

of the genders? Thou art as foolish Christian Quick. Sure, he is by this; or will be pre- creatures as I would desires. sently: but truly, he is very courageous* mad,

Mrs. Page. Prythee hold thy peace. about his throwing into the water. Mistress Eva. Show me now, William, some decien Ford desires you to come suddenly.

sions of your pronouns. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll

Will. Forsooth, I have forgot. but bring my young man here to school : Look, Era. It is ki, , cod ; if you forget your kies, where his master comes ; 'tis a playing-day, 1 your kæs, and your cods,you must be preeches.*

Go your ways, and play, go.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I

thought he was. How now, Sir Hugh? no school to-day? Era. No; master Slender is let the boys mistress Page.

Eva. He is a good spragt memory. Farewell, leave to play.

Mrs Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. (Erit Sir Quick. Blessing of his heart! Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my

Hugh.] Get you home, boy.—Come, we stay

too long son profits nothing in the world at his book; I


SCENE II.-A Room in Ford's House. pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence.

Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. Ford. Era. Come hither, William ; hold up your Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten head; come.

up my sufferance: I see, you are obsequiousf Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah ; hold up your in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's head; answer your master, be not afraid.

breadth ; not only mistress Ford, in the simEra. William, how many numbers is in ple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, nouns ?

complement, and ceremony of it. But are Will. Two.

you sure of your husband now? Quick. Truly I thought there had been one

Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet Sir John. number more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Page. [Within) What hoa, gossip

Eva. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Ford! what hoa! William?

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, Sir John, Will. Pulcher.

[Exit FALSTAFF. Quick. Poulcats ! there are fairer things than

Enter Mrs. PAGE. poulcats, sure.

Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at Eva. Your are a very simplicity ’oman; 1 home beside yourself? pray you, peace. What is lapis, William ?

Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Will. A stone.

Mrs. Page. Indeed? Eva. And what is a stone, William?

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly ;--speak louder. Will. A pebble.

[.Aside. Eva. No, it is lapis; I pray you remember Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have in your prain.

nobody here. Will. Lapis.

Mrs. Ford. Why? Eva. That is good" William. What is he,

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is William, that does lend articles?

in his old lunese again: he so takes on yonder Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; with my husband; so rails against all married and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of hic, hæc, hoc.

what complexion suever; and so buffets himEva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, self on the forehead, crying, Peer out, peer out:|| mark: genitiro, hujus : Well, what is your ac- that any madness, I ever yet beheld, seemed cusative case.?

but tameness, civility and patience, to this his Will. Accusativo, hinc.

distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, knight is not here. child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I war- Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears,

he was carried out, the last time he searched Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is for him, in a basket : protests to my husband, the focative case, William?

he is now here; and hath drawn him and the Will. 0_Vocativo, O.

rest of their company from their sport, to make Era. Remember, William; focative is, caret. another experiment of his suspicion : but I am Quick. And that's a good root.

glad the knight is not here ; now he shall see Eva. 'Oman, forbear.

his own foolery. Mrs Page. Peace.

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? Era. What is your genitive case plural, Willjam?

* Breeched, i. e. flogged.

† Apt to learn. Sorrowfuu.

Mad fits. * Outrageous.

il As children call on a snail to pusli forth his horns. VOL. I.

rant you.


Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will We do not act, that often jest and laugh; be here anon.

'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draf. Mrs. Ford. I am undone the knight is

(Exit. here.

Re-enter Mrs. FORD, with two Servants. Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man.

What a

Mrs. Ford. Go, Sirs, take the basket again woman are you?-Away with him, away with door; if he bid you set it down, obey him:

on your shoulders; your master is hard at him ; better shame than murder.

(Exit. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how quickly, despatch.

1. Serv. Come, come, take it up. should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?

2. Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the Re-enter FALSTAFF.

knight again. Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket:

1. Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so

much lead. May I not go out, ere he 'come? Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's

Enter Ford, Page, SHALLOW, Caius, and brothers watch the door with pistols, that none

Sir Hugh Evans. shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, ere he came. But what make you here? have you any way then to unfool me again?

Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into Set down the basket, villain :—Somebody call the chimney.

my wife :- -You, youth in a basket, come Mrs. Ford. There they always use to dis- out here !0, you panderly rascals ! there's a charge their birding-pieces : Creep into the knot, a ging, * a pack, a conspiracy against kiln-hole.

me: Now shall the devil be shamed. What! Fal. Where is it?

wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. honest clothes you send forth to bleaching. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, Page. Why, this passes !+ Master Ford, you but he hath an abstract* for the remembrance are not to go loose any longer; you must be of such places, and goes to them by his note : pinioned. There is no hiding you in the house,

Eva. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a Fal. I'll go out then.

mad dog! Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own sem- Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; blance, you die, Sir John. Unless you go out indeed. disguised,

Enter Mrs. Forp.
Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him ?
Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There

Ford. So say I too, Sir. Come hither, misis no woman's gown big enough for him ; other tress Ford ; mistress Ford, the honest woman, wise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a

the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that kerchief, and so escape.

hath the jealous fool to her husband! I susFal. Good hearts, devise something; any ex- pect without cause, mistress, do 1?

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, tremity, rather than a mischief.

if Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman

you suspect me in any dishonesty. of Brentford, has a gown above,

Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold itout. Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ;

Come forth, sirrah. she's as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. hat, and her muffler too : Run up, Sir John.

Page. This passes ! Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir John : mistress

Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed ? let the

clothes alone. Page and I, will look some linen for your head.

Ford. I shall find you anon. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress

Eva. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up you straight : put on the gown the while.

wife's clothes ! Come away. (Exit FalstAFF.

your Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet

Ford. Empty the basket, I say. him in this shape : he cannot abide the old

Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why?woman of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch;

Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there forbade her my house, and hath threatened to in this basket: Why may not he be there again?

was one conveyed out of my house yesterday beat her.

Mrs Page. Heaven guide him to thy hus. In my house I am sure he is : my intelligence band's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel

is true; my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me afterward!

out all the linen. Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness,t is he; and die a flea's death. talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had

Page. Here's no man. intelligence.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint

this wrongs you. my men to carry the basket again, to meet him follow the imaginations of your own heart:

Eva. Master Ford, you must pay, and not at the door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently:

this is jealousies. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford,

Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they

Page. No, nor no where else, but in your shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring

brain. linen for him straight.


Ford. Help to search my house this one time: Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we if I find not what I seek, show no colour for cannot misuse him enough.

my extremity, let me for ever be your tableWe'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, sport; let them say of me, as jealous as Ford, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too :

Ford ;

that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's * Short note of.

1 Sarpasses, to go beyond bounds,

+ Serionsness.

* Gang

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