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her with any detection in my hand, my desires had Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew, your worship instance and argument to commend themselves; I would kill him, if he came. could drive her then from the ward of her purity, Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill her reputation, her marriage vow, and a thousand kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you other her defences, which now are too strongly em- how I vill kill him. battled against me: What say you to't, sir John ? | Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your Caius. Villainy, take your rapier. money; next, give me your hand and last, as I am a Rug. Forbear; here's company. gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. Ford. O good, sir!

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page. Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall.

Ford. Want no money, sir John, you shall want Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor. none.

Shal. Save you, master doctor Caius. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you Page. Now, good master doctor! shall want none. I shall be with her, (I may tell Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. you,) by her own appointment; even as you came Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from for? me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and ele. Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see ven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there ; husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, you shall know how I speed.

thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethi. Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you opian ? is he dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully! What know Ford, sir?

says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? him not ;-yet I wrong him to call him poor; they Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of mo. vorld; he is not show his face. ney; for the which his wife seems to me well-fa- Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal! Hector vonred. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly of Greece, my boy ? rogue's coffer : and there's my harvest-home.

Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no might avoid him, if you saw him.

come. Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue!! Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you with my cudgel : it shall hang like a meteor o'er should fight, you go against the hair of your prothe cuckold's horns : master Brook, thou shalt fessions; is it not true, master Page ? know, I will predominate o'er the peasant, and Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a thou shalt lie with his wife. Come to me soon at great fighter, though now a man of peace. night :-Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be style; thou, master Brook, shalt know him for a old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my knave and cuckold :-come to me soon at night. finger itches to make one: though we are justices,

[Exit. and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this ! some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of -My heart is ready to crack with impatience.-women, master Page. Who says this is improvident jealousy? My wife Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow. hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master made. Would any man have thought this ?-See doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am the hell of having a false woman ! my bed shall be sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation gnawn wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a at; and I shall not only receive this villainous wise and patient churchman : you must go with me, wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable master doctor. terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Terms ! names ! -Amaimon sounds well; Luci. Muck-water. fer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils' ad- Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat? ditions, the names of fiends : but cuckold! wittol- Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is vacuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name. lour, bully Page is an ass, a secure ass! he will trust his wife, Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-vater he will not be jealous; I will rather trust a Fleming as de Englishman :- Scurvy jack-dog priest! by with my butter, parson Hugh the Welchman with gar, me vill cut his ears. my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitae bottle, Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my l Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat? wife with herself: then she plots, then she rumi. Host. That is, he will make thee amends. nates, then she devises : and what they think in Caius. By gar, me do Jook, he shall clapper-detheir hearts they may effect, they will break their claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. for my jealousy !-Eleven o'clock the hour;-I will Caius. Me tank you for dat. prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Fall Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, master staff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, go you through the town to Frog more. fie, fie ! cuckold ! cuckold ! cuckold !

(Erit.

[Aside to them.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
SCENE III.-Windsor Park.

Host. He is there : see what humour he is in ;
Enter Caius and Rugby.

and I will bring the doctor about by the fields :

will it do well? Caius. Jack Rugby!

Shal. We will do it. Rug. Sir.

Page, Shal, and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack?

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Rug. "Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh pro- Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak mised to meet.

for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no Host. Let him die : but, first, sheath thy imcome; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no patience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about come: by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring he be come.

thee where mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a

feasting: and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said Page. I think you know him; master doctor I well?

Caius, the renowned French Physician. Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my pa- Page. Why? tients.

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary to and Galen,-and he is a knave besides; a cowardly wards Anne Page; said I well ?

knave, as you would desires to be acquainted Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said.

withal. Host. Let us wag then.

Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.

with him.
(Exeunt. Slen. 0, sweet Anne Page !

Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :- Keep them

asunder ;-here comes doctor Caius.
ACT III.

Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.
SCENE I.-A Field near Frogmore.

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your
Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.

weapon.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor. · Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's

Host. Disarm them, and let them question ; let serving-man, and friend Simple by your name,

them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. which way have you looked for master Caius, that

Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your calls himself Doctor of Physick!

ear: Verefore vill you not meet a-me ? Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward,

| Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good every way; old Windsor way, and every way but time the town way. Eva. I must fehemently desire you, you will also

Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, look that way.

Eva. pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to Sim. I will, sir.

other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am,

and I will one way or other make you amends :-I and trempling of mind I shall be glad, if he have

will knog your urinals about your knave's cogsdeceived me:-how melancholies I am! I will

comb, for missing your meetings and appoint. knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I l!

ments. have good opportunities for the 'ork—'pless my

Caius. Diable ! -Jack Rugby,-mine Host de soul!

[Sings.

Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have
To shallow rivers, to whose falls

I not, at de place I did appoint ?
Melodious birds sing madrigals ;

Eva. As I am a christians soul, now look you,
There will we make our peds of roses,

this is the place appointed ; I'll be judgment by And a thousand fragrant posies.

mine host of the Garter. To shallon

Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French

and Welch; soul-curer and body-curer. 'Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! excellent !
Melodious birds sing madrigals :

Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar.
When as I sat in Pabylon,-

ter. Am I politick ? am I subtle ? am I a Machi. And a thousand vagram posies.

avel ? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the To shallon

potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson?

my priest? my sir Hugh ? no: he gives me the Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.

proverbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy hand, Eva. He's welcome:

terrestrial ; so :-Give me thy hand, celestial ; so. To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have

directed you to wrong places; your hearts are Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he? mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be

Sim. No weapons, sir : There comes my master, the issue.-Come, lay their swords to pawn :master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog- Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow more, over the stile, this way.

Shal. Trust me, a mad host :-Follow, gentleEva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep men, follow. it in your arms.

Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

[Exeunt Shallow, šlender, Page, and Host.

Caius. Ha ! do I perceive dat? have you make-a Shal. How now, master parson? Good-morrow, de sot of us? ha, ha! good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, Eva. This is well ; he has made us his vlouting. and a good student from his book, and it is won- stog. I desire you, that we may be friends; and derful.

let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page !

this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the Page. Save you, good sir Hugh!

host of the Garter. Eva. "Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Caius. By gar, vit all my heart: he promise to

Shal. What! the sword and the word ! do you bring me vere is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive study them both, master parson ?

me too. Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles - Pray you, hose, this raw rheumatick day?

follow.

[Exeunt. Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.

Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, SCENE II.-The Street in Windsor. master parson. Eva. Fery well : What is it?

Enter Mistress Page and Robin. Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; belike, having received wrong by some person, is at you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a most odds with his own gravity and patience, that leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, ever you saw.

or eye your master's heels ? Shal. I have lived fourscore years, and upward ; Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and man, than follow him like a dwarf. learning, so wide of his own respect.

Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now, I Eva. What is he?

see, you'll be a courtier.

Enter Ford.
Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.

(Erit Rugby. Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you? Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife; Is she knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. at home?

[Exit Host. Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, Ford. [Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipefor want of company : I think, if your husbands wine first with him; I'll make him dance. Will were dead, you two would marry.

you go, gentles? Mrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other husbands. All. Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his

SCENE III.-A Room in Ford's House. name is my husband had him of: What do you call

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. your knight's name, siriah ? Rob. Sir John Falstaff.

Mrs. Ford. What, John ! what, Robert ! Ford. Sir John Falstaff !

Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly : Is the buck-bas

ketMrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name.

Mrs. Ford. I warrant:- What, Robin, I say. --There is such a league between my good man and he!-Is your wife at home, indeed ?

Enter Servants, with a basket.
Ford. Indeed, she is.
Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir;-I am sick, till

Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.
I see her.
(Ereunt Mrs. Page and Robin.

Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down. Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ?

Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we must hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath

be brief. no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter

Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew. blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's in

house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, clination : he gives her folly motion and advantage: and (without any pause, or staggering,) take this and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge with it with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in wind!and Falstaff's boy with her !-Good plots!

Datchet mead, and there empty it in the muddy they are laid : and our revolted wives share dam- diteh, close by the Thames side. nation together. Well : I will take him, then tor: Mrs. Page. You will do it? ture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modestyl..

borrowed veil of modest Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over ; they from the so seeming mistress Page, divulge Page

Par lack no direction: Be gone, and come when you himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to are call

(Ereunt Servants. these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin. cry aim. (Clock strikes. The clock gives me my

Enter Robin. cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather praised for this, than Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm. I news with you? that Falstaff is there. I will go.

Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your

back-door, mistress Ford; and requests your comEnter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh|pany. Evans, Caius, and Rugby.

Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been

true to us? Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford.

Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer of your being here : and hath threatened to put me at home; and, I pray you, all go with me.

into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, he Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford.

swears, he'll turn me away. Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to Mrs. Page. Thou'rt a good boy; this secrecy of dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee with her for more money than I'll speak of.

a new doublet and hose.-I'll go hide me. Shal. We have lingered about a match betweenMrs. Ford. Do so :-Go tell thy master, I am Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. shall have our answer.

[Exit Robin. Slen. I hope I have your good will, father Page. Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, Page. You have, master Slender ; I stand wholly hiss me.

(Exit Mrs. Page. for you :-but my wife, master doctor, is for you Mrs. Ford. Go to then ; we'll use this unwholealtogether.

some humidity, this gross watery pumpion ;-we'll Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love a-me; teach him to know turtles from jays. my nursh-a Quickly tell me so much.

Enter Falstaff. Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? hel capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel! verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; May: he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in his but this is the period of my ambition; O this blessed tons; he will carry't.

hour! Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The Mrs. Ford. O sweet sir John ! gentleman is of no having: he kept company with Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a re- mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish : I gion, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a would thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance: the best lord, I would make thee my lady. if he take her, let him take her simply; the wealth Mrs. Ford. I your lady, sir John ! alas, I should I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes be a pitiful lady. not that way.

Fal. Let the court of France show me such anoFord. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go ther; I see how thine eye would emulate the dia. home with me to dinner : besides your cheer, you mond : Thou hast the right arched bent of the shall have sport; I will show you a monster.-Mas- brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, ter doctor, you shall go ;-So shall you, master or any tire of Venetian admittance. Page ;-and you, sir Hugh

Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my brows Shal. Well, fare you well :-we shall have the become nothing else; nor that well neither. freer wooing at master Page's.

Fal. Thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st [Exeunt Shallow and Slender. make an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of

thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait, Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou wert, away: let me creep in here; I'll never if fortune thy foe were not; nature is thy friend. (He goes into the basket; they cover him n'ith foullinen. Come, thou canst not hide it.

Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Call Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in me. your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling knight!

Fal. What made me love thee? let that persuade Mrs. Ford. What John, Robert, John ! Erit thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Come Robin. Re-enter Servants. Go take up these I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and that, like a clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff? look, many of these lisping haw-thorn buds, that come how you drumble; carry them to the laundress in like women in men's apparel, and smell like Buck- Datchet mead; quickly, come. ler's-bury in simple-time; I cannot : but I love

vel Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.

Pot thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.

Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir; I fear, you Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect without love mistress Page.

cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by your jest ; I deserve it.--How now? whither bear the Counter-gate ; which is as hateful to me as the you this? reek of a lime-kiln.

Serv. To the laundress, forsooth. Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows, how I love you; Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they and you shall one day find it.

bear it? You were best meddle with buck-washing. Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it.

Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I war. else I could not be in that mind.

rant you, buck; and of the season too; it shall ap. Rob. (within. Mistress Ford, mistress Ford ! pear. (Ereunt Servants with the basket.) Gentlehere's mistress Page at the door, sweating, and men, I have dreamed to night; I'll tell you my blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my with you presently.

chambers, search, seek, find out : l'll warrant we'll Ful. She shall not see me: I will ensconce me'unkennel the fox :-Let me stop this way first :behind the arras.

So, now uncape. Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so : she's a very tattling Page. Good master Ford be contented : you woman. (Falstaff hides himself. wrong yourself too much.

Ford. True, master Page.--'p, gentlemen ; you Enter Mistress Page and Robin.

shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. [Erit. What's the matter ? how now?

Eva. This is fery fantastical humours and jea. Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you done ? | lousies. You're shamed, you are overthrown, you are undone Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it is for ever.

not jealous in France. Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue Page?

of his search. (Ereunt Evans, Page, and Caius Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! having Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this? an honest man to your husband, to give him such | Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, cause of suspicion !

that my husband is deceived, or sir John. Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?

Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?--Out up-husband asked who was in the basket ! on you ! how am I mistook in you?

1 Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter? washirg; so throwing him into the water will do

Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, wo-him a benefit. man, with all the ofhcers in Windsor, to search for Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house, all of the same strain were in the same distress by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his ab. Mrs. Ford. I think my husband hath some spe. sence : You are undone.

cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.-- Aside.]'Tis not so, saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.

Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissohave such a man here ; but 'tis most certain your lute disease will scarce obey this medicine. husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, to search for such a one. I come before to tell you: mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: into the water; and give him another hope, to be. but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him tray him to another punishment ? out. Be not amazed ; call all your senses to you ; Mrs. Puge. We'll do it ; let him be sent for todefend your reputation, or bid farewell to your morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. good life for ever. Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?- There is a gentle

Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. man, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a bragged of that he could not compass. thousand pound, he were out of the house.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that ? Mrs. Puge. For shame, never stand you had ra- Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peacc :-You use me well, ther, and you had rather : your husband's here at master Ford, do you? hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the Ford. Ay, I do so. house you cannot hide him.-0, how have you de- Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your ceived me Look, here is a basket; if he be of thoughts! any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and Ford. Amen. throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, mas. bucking : Or, it is whiting-time, send him by your ter Ford. two men to Datchet mead.

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the shall I do?

chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses,

heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment ! Re-enter Falstaff.

Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't!! Page. Fie, fie, master Ford ! are you not ashamed ? Mlin, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel ;--I'll in. What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ?

Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these I would not have your distemper in this kind, for your letters, knight?

the wealth of Windsor Castle.

I hope.

wo in the with me fruly, for

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer for it. Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five under the degree of a 'squire. thousand, and five hundred too.

Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. pounds jointure.

Ford. Well ;-I promised you a dinner :- Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon himself. me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for have done this.-Come, wife ;-come, mistress that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave Page; I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, par- you. don me.

Anne. Now, master Slender. in, gentlemen : but, trust me,l Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morn. Anne. What is your will ? ing to my house to breakfast, after, we'll a birding Slen. My will ? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: Shall jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank it be so ?

heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give Ford. Any thing.

heaven praise. Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you company.

with me? Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or turd.

nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have Eva. In your teeth : for shame.

made motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy Ford. Pray you go, master Page.

man be his dole! They can tell you how things go, Sva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow better than I can : You may ask your father; here on the lousy knave, mine host.

he cornes. Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.

Enter Page and Mistress Page. Era. A lousy knave; to have his gibes and his mockeries.

[Exeunt. Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh

ter Anne. SCENE IV.-A Room in Page's House. Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.

You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :

I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love;

Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Puge. Good master Fenton, come not to Anne. Alas! how then ?

my child. Fent.

Why, thou must be thyself. Page. She is no match for you. He doth object, I am too great of birth;

Fent. Sir, will you hear me? And that, my state being gall'd with my expense, Page.

No, good master Fenton. I seek to heal it only by his wealth:

Come, master Shallow; come, son Slender; in'Besides these, other bars he lays before me,

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. My riots past, my wild societies;

Ereunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible

Quick. Speak to mistress Page. I should love thee, but as a property.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Anne. May be, he tells you true.

(come!

daughter Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to In such a righteous fashion as I do, Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne : I must advance the colours of my love, Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value And not retire: Let me have your good will. Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags ;

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' And 'tis the very riches of thyself

fool. That now I aim at.

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Anne. Gentle master Fenton,

husband. Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir :

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. If opportunity and humblest suit

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'the earth, Cannot attain it, why then.-Hark you hither. And bowl'd to death with turnips.

(They converse apart. Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself : Good Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.

master Fenton,

I will not be your friend, nor enemy : Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my My daughter will I question how she loves you, kinsman shall speak for himself.

And as I find her, so am I affected; Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : slid, 'tis "Till then, farewell, sir :- She must needs go in; but venturing.

Her father will be angry. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

(Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. for that, but that I am afeard.

| Quick. This is my doing now ;-Nay, said I, will Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? word with you.

Look on master Fenton :- this is my doing. Anne. I come to him.-This is my father's Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once toO, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults (choice.

night Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy pains. [Aside.

(Erit. Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A you, a word with you.

kind heart he hath: a woman would run through Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I hadst a father!

would my master had mistress Anne; or I would Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle master Slender had her ; or, in sooth, I would mascan tell you good jests of him :-Pray you, uncle, ter Fenton had her: I will do what I can for them tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be as two geese out of a pen, good uncle.

good as my word; but speciously for master FenShal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. ton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John

Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman Falstaff from my two mistresses; What a beast am in Gloucestershire.

I to slack it?

(Erit.

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