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stog. I desire you, that we may be friends, and let us knog our prains together to be revenge on this fame scald-fcurvy-cogging companion, the Hoft of the Garter.
Caius. By gar, with all my heart; he promise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me
Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles ; pray you, follow.
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The Street, in Windsor.
Mrs. Page. N$X kere your to my little gallant ;
Enter Mistress Page, and Robin.
, keep way,
you were be a
rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels ? Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before
you man, than follow him like a dwarf.
Mrs. Page. O, you are a flattering boy; now, I see you'll be a Courtier.
: Enter Ford. Ford. Well met, mistress Page ; whither go you?
Mrs. Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife; is the at home ?
Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company ; I think, if your huibands were dead, you two would
marry. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock?
Mrs. Page.- I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: what do
call your Knight's name, firrah ? Rob. Sir John Falstaff
Ford. Sir John Falsaff ?
Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name ; there is such a league between my good man and he. Is your wife at home, indeed ?
Ford. Indeed, she is.
Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir; I am sick, till I see her.
Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin.
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hath he any thinking ? sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve-score ; he pieces out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage ; and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff"'s boy with her. A ran may hear this shower fing in the wind : and Falstaf"s boy with her ! good plots ; they are laid, and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife; pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty from the so seeming mistress. Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Acteon, and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my
assurance bids me search ; there I shall find Falstaff : I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked ; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falfaff is there : I
S CE N E To him, Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoft, Evans,
and Caius, Shal. Page,&c. CELL met, Mr. Ford.
Ford, : I have good cheer at home, and, I pray you, all go with me.
Shal. I must excuse myself, Mr. Ford.
Slen. And so muft I, Sir ; we have appointed to dine with Mrs. Arine, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.
Shal. We have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
Slen. I hope I have your good will, father Page.
Page. You have, Mr. Slender ; I stand wholly for you ; but my wife, master Doctor is for you, altogether.
Caius. Ay, by gar, and de maid is love-a-me: my nursh-a-Quickly tell me so mush.
Hoft. What say you to young Mr. Fenton ? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holy.day, he smells April and May; he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in his buttons, he will carry't.
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you : the Gentleman is of no Having, he kept company with the wild Prince and Poinz : he is of too high a region, he knows too much ; no, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance. If he take her, let him take her simply; thľ wealth I have waits on my confent, and my consent goes not that way.
Ford.'I beseech you, heartily, fome of you go home with me to dinner ; besides your cheer you shall have sport; I will shew you a monster. Mr. Doctor, you shall go ; so fhall you, Mr. Page; and you, Sir Hugh.
Shal. Well, fare you well, we shall have the freer wooing at Mr. Page's.
Caius. Go home, John Rugby, I come anon.
Hoft. Farewel, my hearts; I will to mine honest
him: I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles ?
All. Have with you to see this monster. Exeunt.
Changes to Ford's House.
with a basket. Mrs. Ford.
Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly : is the buck-basket
Mrs. Ford. I warrant--What, Robin, I say.
Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge, we must be brief.
Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robert, be ready here hard-by in the brew-house, and when I suddenly call on you, come forth, and without any pause or staggering take this basket on your shoulders ; that done, trudge with it in all hafte, and carry it among the whitfters in DatchetMead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames fide.
Mrs. Page. You will do it?
Mrs.Ford. I ha' told them over and over; they lack no dire&ion. Be gone, and come when you
arecall'd. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.
Enter Robin Mrs. Ford. * How now, my Eyas-musket, what news with you ?
* How now, my Eyas-musket. ] Eyas is a yonng unfledg'd Hawk. 'Tis supposed from
Italian Niao, which originally signfied any young Bird taken from the Nelt unficdg’d, afterwards, a young Hawk.
Rob. My master Sir John is come in at your backdoor, mistress Ford, and requests your company.
Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been true to us ?
Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn; my master knows not of your being here, and hath threaten'd to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for he fwears, he'll turn me away:
Mrs. Page. Thou’rt a good boy; this secresy of thine shall be a taylor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and hose. I'll
go Mrs. Ford. Do fo; go tell thy master, I am alone; mistress Page, remember you your cue.
Exit Robin. Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss
Exit Mrs. Page. Mrs. Ford. Go to then; we'll use this unwholsome humidity, this gross watry pumpion-we'll teach him to know turtles from jays.
enough: this is the period of my ambition: this blessed hour!
Mrs. Ford. O sweet Sir John ?
Fal. Mrs. Ford, I cannot cog; I cannot prate, mistress Ford : now shall I fin in my wish. I would, thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before the best lord, I would make thee my lady.
Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir John ? alas, I should be a pitiful lady.
Fal. Let the court of France shew me such another; I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond; thou haft the right arched bent of the brow, that beVol. 1. N