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Fal. Bardolph, follow him: a tapster is a good trade: An old cloak makes a new jerkin ; a withered serving-man, a fresh tapster: Go; adieu. Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.

[Exit BARD. Pist. O base Gongarian* wight! wilt thou the spigot wield ? Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinder-box; his thefts were too open.: his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh ; a ficot for the phrase.

Fal. Well, Sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Pist. Why, then let kibes ensue.
Fal. There is no remedy: I must coney-catch; I must shift.
Pist. Young ravens must have food.
Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?
Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.
Pist. Two yards and more.

Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the waist two yards about: but I am now about no waste: I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her ; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe the action of her familiar style ; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's.

Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her well ; out of honesty into English.

Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass ?

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. I

Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, say I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious eyliads; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass ! Here's another letter to her : she bears the purse too! she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheaters to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Gold coin.

* For Hungarian.

† Fig. $ Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer.

Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become,
And by my side wear steel ? then, Lucifer, take all.

Nym. I will run no base humour ; here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation.

Fal. Hold, șirrah, [to RoB.] bear you these letters tightly ;* Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o'er the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues ; myself, and skirted page.

[Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd and fullamt

And high and low beguile the rich and poor:
Testerf I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk.

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of
Pist. Wilt thou revenge ?
Nym. By welkin, and her star.
Pist. With wit, or steel ?

Nym. With both the humours, I:
I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

And his soft couch defile. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense 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!—I pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i’ 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 fort soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate:This worst fault 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 ? * Cleverly. † False dice.

# Sixpence I'll have in pocket. Instigate. Jealousy.


** Foolish.


Sim. Ay, forsooth.

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?

Šim. 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.t

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.

Quick. We shall all be shent: Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.] He will not stay long.–What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say !-Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home:-and down, down, adown-a, &c. [Sings.

Enter DOCTOR CAIUS. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a greena box; Do intend vat I speak ? a green-a box.

Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad.

[ Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour,-la grand affaire.

Quick. Is it this, Sir ?

Čaius. Ouy; mettez le au mon pocket; Dépêchez, quickly:Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, Sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By iny trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Qu'ay joublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Čaius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ?-Villany ? larron! [Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. 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.

* Brave, + The keeper of a warren, Scolded, reprimanded. * The goujere, what the pox ?

Quick. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic; 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, I 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 avised 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: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make : you may begone; 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 ?-by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer !*

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me ;-By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door:

Follow my heels, Rugby.

[Exeunt Caius and RUGBY. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Fent. [roithin). Who's within there, ho ? Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Enter FENTON. Fent. 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, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one 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 ?

Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tail ;-good faith, it is such another Nan:--but, I detest,* an honest maid as ever broke bread :-We had an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never laugh but in that maid's company !-But, indeed, she is given too much to allichollyt and musing: But for you-Well, go to.

Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, commend me

Quick. Will I? 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.

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit.

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 ? [Exit.


SCENE I.-Before Page's house.

Enter MISTRESS PAGE, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in the holiday time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me

[Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love use reason for his precisian, I he admits him not for his counsellor : You are

young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy : 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 suffice thee, mistress Page (at the least if the love 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,
By day or night,
Or any kind of light,
With all his might,
For thee to fight,


John Falstaff.

* She means, I protest.

+ Melancholy. # Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician.

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