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sire and require her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you, hegone; I will make an end of my dinner j there's pippins and cheese to come. [Exeunt.

SCENE III A Boom in the Garter Inn.

Enter Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and Bohin.

Fat. Mine host of the Garter,—

Bod. What says my hully.rook? Speak scholariy, and wisely.

Fat. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.

Hott. Discard, hully Hercules; cashier : let them wag; trot, trot.

Fat. I sit at ten pounds a weeh.

Bod. Thou 'rt an emperor, Ceesar, Eeisar, and Pheeaar. I will entertain Bardolph ; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, hully Hector?

Fat. Do so, good mine host.

Bod. I hare spoke; tet him follow: Let me see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow.

[Exit Host.

Fat. Bardolph, follow him: a tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes anew jerkin; a withered serringman, a fresh tapster: Go; adien.

Bard. It is a life that I hare desired; I will thrire. [£xifBard.

Pitt. O hase Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

Eym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour conceited? His mind is not heroick, and there's the humour of it.

Fat. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderhox; his thefts were too open; his fiiching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest.

Pitt. Conrey, the wise it call: Steal! foh ; a fico for the phrase!

Fat. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.

Pitt. Why then, let kihes ensue.

Fat. There is no remedy; I must coney.catch; I must shift.

Pitt. Young rarens must hare food.

Fat. Which of you know Ford of this town?

Put. I ken the wight; he is of suhstance good.

Fat. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am ahout.

Put. Two yards, and more.

Fat. No quips now, Pistol; Indeed I am in the waist two yards ahout: hut I am now ahout no waste; I am ahout thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make lore to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she carres, she gires the leer of inritation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest roice of her hehariour, to he English'd rightly, is, I am tir John Faldajfs.

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

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

Fat. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of | her hushand's purse; she hath legions of angels.

Pid. As many derils entertain ; and, To her, hoy, say I.

Nym. The humour rises; it is good; humour me the angels.

Fat. I hare writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who eren now gare me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the heam of her riew gilded my foot, sometimes my portly helly.

Pitt. 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 hurning glass! Here's another letter to her: she hears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and hounty.

I will he cheater to them hoth, and they shall he exchequers to me; they shall he my East and W est Indies, and I will trade to them hoth. Go, hear thou this tetter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrire, lads, we will thrive.

Pitt. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy hecome, And hy my side wear steel ? then, Lucifer take all'

Nym. I will run no hase humour: here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'hariour of reputation.

f'ui. Hold, sirrah, [to Boh.] hear you these letters tightly; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores— Bogues, hence, araunt'. ranish like hail.stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.

[Exeunt Falstaff and Bohin.

Pitt, Let rultures gripe thy guts! for gourd, and fullam holds, And high and low heguile the rich and poor; Tester I'll hare in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I hare operations in my head, which he humours of rerenge.

Pitt. Wilt thou rerenge?

Nym. By welkin, and her star!

Pitt. With wit, or steel?

Nym. With hoth the humours, I:
I will discuss the humour of this lore to Page.

Pitt. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,
How FalstalF, rariet rile,
His dore will prore, 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 rerolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.

Pitt, Thou art the Mars of maicontents : I second thee; troop on. [Exeunt. SCENE IV—A Boom in Dr. Caius's Houte. Enter Mrs, Quickly, Simple, and Bughy.

Quich. What: John Bughy !—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 hody in the house, here will he an old ahusing of God's patience, and the king's English.

Bug. I'll go watch. [Exit Bughy.

Quich. Go; and we'll hare a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea.coal tire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as erer serrant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you,no tell.tale, nor no hreed.hate: his worst fault is, that he is giren to prayer ; he is something peerish that way; hut nohody hut has his fault;—hut let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a hetter.

Quich. And master Siender's your master?

Sim. Ay, forsooth.

Quich. Does he not wear a great round heard, like a glorer's paring knife?

Sim. No, forsooth : he hath hut a little wee face, with a little yellow heard; a Cain.coloured heard.

Quich. A softly.sprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forsooth: hut he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is hetween this and his head ; he hath fought with a warrener.

Quich. How say you ?—O, I should rememher him; Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quich. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Erans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good giri, and I wish—

Be.enter Bughy.

Bug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Qutch. We shall all he shent: Bun in here, good young man; go Into this closet. [Shutt Simple in the clotet.] He will not stay long—What,

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Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. ''■:/us. By my trot, I tarry too long:—Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublief 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!

Caius. O diabU, diable! vat is in my closet ?— Villany! larron I [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. (>ood master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? tyiick. The young man is an honest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so fteginatick; hear
the truth of it: .He came of an errand to me from
parson Hugh.
Caius. Veil.

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 Mrs. Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage.

Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but 1*11 ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.

Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you ?—Rugby, baillcz 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 bouse; 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 avis'd o'that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early and down late;—but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,—I know Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You Jack'nape; give-a dls letter to sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shalleuge: I wilt cut his troat in de park; and I will teach a scurvy jnck-a-nape priest to meddle or make:—you may be gone i 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 Jartcrre to measure our weapon :—by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

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

Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me :—By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door:—Follow my heels, Rugbv.

[Exeunt Caius mid Hugby. Quick. You shall have An fools-he.:d of your own. Xo, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows moie of Anne's mind, than I nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fent. [Within.'] 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 wor-
ship to ask.

Fcnt. What news? how does pretty mistress
Anne?

Quick. In truth, sir, and she is prttty, 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, think'st thou? £hall I not lose my suit?

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above : 1 at 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 tale;—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 allicholly, and musing: But for you— Well, go to.

Ftnt. Well, I shall see her to-day; Hold, there's money for thee; let mehave thy voice in my behalf: If thouseest her before me, commend me—

Quick. Will I ? i'f.iith, that we will ; and I will 11 your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers. Feut. Well, farewell; 1 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.

ACT II.

SCENE I—Tiefore Page's House. Enter Mistress Page, tvith a letter. Mrs. Pane. What! have I 'scap'd love-letters in the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see*. [Reads.

Ask me no reason why I love you ; for though /ore use reason for his precision, he admits him not fur his counsellor: You are not young, tio more am I ; go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry, soum 1; Ha! ha! then there's more sympathy: you lovr sack, and so do I ; Would you desire better sympathy f Let it suffice thee, mistress Page, (at theleast, if the love of a soldier can suffice,) that i love thee, 1 mill 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 Falstafr. What a Herod of Jewry is this ?—O wicked, wicked world !—one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my converse.

turn, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, be hath not been thrice in my company!—What ihould I say to him ?—I was then frugal of my mirth:—heaven forgive me!—Why 1*11 exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be) as sure as his guts are made of puddings. Eater Mistress Ford.

Mrt. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs. Page. And> trust me, I was coming to you. Yon loot verj ill.

Mn. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to (how to the contrary.

Kn. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.

Mn. Ford. Well, I do, then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary: O, mistress Page, give tae some counsel!

Sin. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour!

Mr*. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the

honour: What is it.J dispense with trifles; —

vhat is it?

ifr». Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrt. Page. What? thou liest!—Sir Alice Ford!

These knights will hack; and so thou shouidst

not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrt. Ford. We burn day-lighthere, read, read;—perceive how I might be knighted.—I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as 1 have an eye to make difference of men's liking: And yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty: And give such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all nncomeliness, that 1 would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the hundredth psalm to the tune of ureen ilrevei. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on hira? 1 think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease.—Did you ever hear the like?

Mn. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs!—To thy great comfort ia this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. 1 warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure more,) and these are of the tscond edition: He will print them out of doubt; for he cares not what he puts into the press when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pellon- Well, 1 will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.

Mn. Ford. Why this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: What doth he think of us?

Mrt. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one that 1 am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury.

Mn. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to keep him above deck.

Mrt. Page. So will I [ if he come under my hatches, 111 never to sea again. Let's be reveng'd on him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show ot comfort in his suit; and lead him on with a fine baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter.

Mn. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vilIiny against him, thit may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would give eternal food to hi* jealousy.

Mrt. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too; he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy knight: Come hither. [They retire.

Enter Ford, Pistol, Page, and Nym.
Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.
PUt. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.
Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
Pitt. He wooes both high and low, both rich
and poor,

Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves thy gally-mawfry; Ford, perpend.
Ford. Love my wife?

Pitt. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou, LikesirAcueon he, with King-wood at thy heels :— 0, odious is the name!

Ford. What name, sir?

Put. The horn, I say: Farewell. Take heed ; have open eye: for thieves do foot bv

ni*ht: . .

Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do

Away, sir corporal Nym [sing—

Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Zxit Pistol.

Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this.

Kym. And this is true; [to Page.] I like not the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours: I should have borne the humoured letter fo her; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true :—my name is Nym, and FalstafF loves your wife.— Adieu! I love not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's the humour of it. Adieu. [Exit Nym

Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here'3 a fellow frights humour out of his wit3.

Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

I never heard such a drawling, affecting

rogue.

Ford. If I do find it, well.

e. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o' the town commended him for a true

Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well.
Page. How now, Jleg?

Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ?—Hark you.

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

Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.— Get you home, go.

Mrt. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.—Will you go, mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George? Look, who comes yonder: she shall be out messenger to this paltry knight.

Anile to Mrs. Ford. Enter Mrs. Ouickly.

Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does good mistress Anne?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you.

[Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrt. (Juickly. Page. How now, master Ford. Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you not?

Page. Yes; And you heard what the other told me?

Ford. Do you think there is truth in them?

Page. Hang 'em, slaves; I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men: very rogues, now they be out of service.

Ford. Were they his men?

Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that.—Does he lie at the Garter?

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him ; and what he gets of her more than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford, I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loth to turn them together: A man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor In his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily—How now, mine host?

Enter Host and Shallow.

Unit. How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman: cavalero-justice, I say.

Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.—Good even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in hand.

Hott. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyrook.

Shal. Sir, there Is a fray to he fought, between sir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French doctor.

Ford. Good mine host o'the Garter, a word with

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Shal. Will you [fo Page.l go with us to behold it? My merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places: for, believe me, I hear, the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavalier?

Ford. None, I protest: but 111 give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell nim, my name is Brook; only for a jest.

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight—Will you go on. hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?

Page. Have with you :—1 had rather hear them scold than fight.

[Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off j my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and, what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. {Exit. SCENE II—A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter Falstaff and pistol.

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny,

Pitt. Why, then the world's mine oyster.
Which I 'with sword will open.—
I will retort the sum in equipage.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow, Nym; or else vou had looked through the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not.

Pitt. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Thlnk'st thou I'll endanger iny soul gratitt At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you :— go—A short knife and a throng;—to your manor of Pickt

hatch, go You'll not bear a letter for me, you

rogue I—You stand upon your honour !—W hy, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch ; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cata-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your

jnour! You wilt not do it, you?

Pitt. I do relent; What would'st thou more of man?

Enter Robin.
Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.
Fat. Let her approach.

Enter Mistress Quickly.
Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.
Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Fal. Good maid, then.

Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me?

Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman : and 111 vouch* safe thee the hearing.

Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;—I pray, come a little nearer this ways:—I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,

Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears;—mine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make them his servants!

Fal. Well: Mistress Ford what of her?

Quirk. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! j jur worship's a wanton: Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray!

Fal. Mistress Ford ;—come, mistress Ford,—

Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you have hi ought her Into such a canaries, as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift j smelling so sweetly, (all musk,} and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would have von any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her.—I had myself twenty angels given me this morning; but I defy all angels, {in any such sort, as they say,) but In the way of honesty :—and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I -warrant you, all is one with her.

Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good she Mercury.

Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand times: and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.

Fal. Ten and eleven?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you wot of;— master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas I the sweet woman leads an 111 life with him' hrt a very jealousy man . she .ends a very frampold life with him, good heart.

Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me to her; I will not fail her.

Quick. Why you say well : But I have another messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too ;—and let me tell you in your ear, she'sasfartuousaclvll modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other: and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think you hare charms, la; yes, in truth.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms.

Quick. Blessing on your heart for"t!

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they love me?

Quick. That were a jest, indeed !—they have not so little grace, I hope:—that were a trick, indeed! But mistress Page would desire you to send her yonr little page, of all loves; her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she win, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to hed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it: for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy. Fal. Why, I will.

Quick. Nay, but do so then : and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case, have a nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Fal. Pare thee well: commend me to them both there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor—Boy, go

along with this woman. This news distracts me!

[Exeunt Quickly ami Robin.

Pitt. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:— Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your tights; Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all!

[Exit Pistol.

Fal. Say'at thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll male more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expence of so much money, be now a gainer? Good hedv, I thank thee: Let them say,'tis grossly done; <o it be fairly done, no matter.

Enter Bardolph.

Hard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

Pal. Brook, is his name?

Bard. Ay, sir.

Pal. Call him in; [Exit Bardolph.] Such Bvooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such lijoor. Ah! ha! mistress Ford and mistress Page, hare I encompassed you? go. to; via!

Reenter Bardolph, with Ford disguised.

Ford. Bless you, sir.

Fat. And you, sir: Would you speak with me?

Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you.

Pal. You're welcome; What's yonr will? Give «leave, drawer. [Exit Bardolph.

Ford, Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent ""Kb; my name is Brook.

the which hath something emboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion: 'for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.

Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.

Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; If you will help me to bear it, sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the carriage.

Fal. Sir, I know not how X may deserve to be your porter.

Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.

Fal. Speak, good master Brook; I shall be glad to be your servant.

Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,—I will be

brief with you, and you have been a man long

known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection: but, good sir John, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own; that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender.

Fal. Very well, sir; proceed.

Ford. There is a gentlewoman In this town, her husband's name is Ford.

Fal. Well, sir.

Ford. I have long loved her, and I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting observance; engrossed upportuni ties to meet her; fee'd every slight occasion, that could but niggardly give me sight of her; not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many, to know what she would have given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me; which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have merited, either in my mind, or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have received none; unless experience be a jewel; that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that hath taught me to say this:

Love like a shadow Jlies, when substance love pursuet Pursuing that thatjlies, andjlying what pursues.

Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands?

Ford. Never.

Fal. Have you importuned her to such a purpose? Ford. Never.

Fal. Of what quality was your love then?

Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it.

Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she appear honest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her mirth so far, that there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, sir John, here is the heart of my purpose: You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentick in your place and person, generally allowed for your many war-like, court-like, and learned preparations.

Fal. 0, sir!

Ford. Believe it, for you know It:—There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife: use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; if any man may, you may as soon as any.

Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy ? Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very

Pal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaint-1 preposterously. »nee of you. Ford. O, understand my drift! she dwells so se

Pord. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to rarely on the excellency of her honour, that the charge you; for I must let yon understand, I think folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too ttT«lf In better plight for a lender than you are: bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to

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