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cox (BROTHERS) AND WYMAN, GREAT QUEEN STREET,

LINCOLN'S-INN FIELDS.

THE

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.

ROBIN, Page to Falstaf.
FENTON.

SIMPLE, Servant to Slender.
SHALLOW, a Country Justice. RUGBY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
SLENDER, Cousin to Shallow.
MR. FORD, Two Gentlemen duell.
MR. PAGES

ing at Windsor.
WILLIAM PAGE, a Boy, Son to MRS. FORD.
Mr. Page.

MRS. PAGE. SIR HUGH EVANS, a Welsh Par.. MRS. ANNE PAGE, her Daughter, son.

in love with Fenton. DR. CAIUS, a French Physician. MRS. QUICKLY, Servant to Dr. HOST of the Garter Inn.

Caius.
BARDOLPH, Followers of Fal-
PISTOL,
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SERVANTS to PAGE, FORD, &c. NYM,

SCENE.-Windsor, and the parts adjacent.

ACT I. SCENE I.-Windsor. Before Page's House. Enter JUSTICE SHALLOW, SLENDER, and SIR* HUGH EVANS.

Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.

Slen. In the county of Glo'ster, justice of peace, and coram. Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum.t

Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself armigero; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.

Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time these three hundred years.

Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have done’t; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they may give the dozen white luces in their coat.

Shal, It is an old coat. * A title formerly appropriated to chaplains. Custos rotulorum. VOL. I.

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Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies — love.

Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.
Slen. I may quarter, coz?
Shal. You may by marrying:
Eva. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.
Shal. Not a whit.

Eva. Yes, pyör*-lady; if he has a quarter of your coat, there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures : but that is all one: If Sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevolence, to make atonements and compromises between you.

Shal. The Councilt shall hear it; it is a riot.

Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot; the Council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments& in that.

Shal. Ha! o'my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: and there is also another device in my prain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with it: There is Ann Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity.

Slen. Mistress Anne Page ? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Eva. It is that fery verson for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections !) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between master Abraham and mistress Anne Page. Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound ? Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny, Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts. Shal. Well, let us see honest master Page: Is Falstaff there?

Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar, as I do despise one that is false;, or, as I despise one that is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat' the door [knocks] for master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house here!

Enter PAGE. Page. Who's there?

Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and justice Shallow: and here young master Slender; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings.

Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I thank you for my venison, master Shallow. Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you; much good do it * By our. † The Court of Star-chamber. # Advisement.

Soft.

your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd How doth good mistress Page ?-and I love you always with my heart, la; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank you.
Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no I do.
Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender.

Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, Sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale.*

Page. It could not be judged, Sir.
Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess.

Shal. That he will not;_tis your fault, 'tis your fault:-"Tis a good dog. Page. A cur, Sir.

Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; Can there be more said ? he is good, and fair.—Is Sir John Falstaff here?

Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you.

Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.

Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrongd me; indeed, he hath ;-at a word, he hath ;-believe me ;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.

Page. Here comes Sir John.
Enter SIR JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, Nym, and PISTOL.
Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me to the king?

Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge. Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter? Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd. Fal. I will answer it straight;-I have done all this :-That is now answerd.

Shal. The Council shall know this.

Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel : you'll be laugh'd at. Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John, good worts.

Fal. Good worts! + good cabbage.-Slender, I broke your head: What matter have you against me?

Slen. Marry, Sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching I rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.

Bard. You Banbury cheese! S
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.
Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ?||
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

* Cotswold, in Gloucestershire. † Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind. # Sharpers. Nothing but paring.

The name of an ugly spirit

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