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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. [Within.] Who's within there, ho?
Quick. Who's there, I trow?

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picked (with the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company.-What should I say to him?-I was then frugal of my Come near the mirth :-heaven forgive me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of fat men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

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, think'st thou? I not lose my suit?

Shall

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 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 Callicholly 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 I 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.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-Before PAGE's House.

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Enter Mistress PAGE, with a Letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped 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 love use reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor. You are not 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 soldier can suffice) that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldierlike 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." 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 dunweighed behavior hath this Flemish drunkard

a "I trow," i. e., I pray.- Protest.- Melancholy,- Heed. less. The English of Elizabeth's days accused the Flemings with having taught them to drink to excess.

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Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, I could be knighted.

Mrs. Page. What?-thou liest.-Sir Alice Ford! -These knights will shack; and so, thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-here, read, read; [giving a letter] perceive how I might be knighted. [Mrs. Page reads]-I shall think the difference of men's liking: and yet he would not worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, swear, praised women's modesty, and gave such that I 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 "Green Sleeves." 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 him? I 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?

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs!-To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant, he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for differ ent names, (sure more) and these are of the second 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 Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.

Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words. What doth he think of us? Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll enter tain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some 5 stain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury.

Attempt.-"Will hack," i. e., will become common."Not alter the article of," i. e., not add any lustre to"We burn daylight," i. e., we waste our time, like those who use lamps by day.

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

Mrs. Page. So will I: if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his suit, and lead him on with a finebaited delay, till he hath pawned his horses to mine Host of the Garter.

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

Mrs. 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 NYм. Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.

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Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs; Sir John affects thy wife.

Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.

Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, Both young and old, one with another. Ford, He loves the gally-mawfry: Ford, a perpend. Ford. Love my wife?

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Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, Like sir Acteon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels. O odious is the name.

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Ford. What name, sir? Pist. The horn, I say. Take heed; have open eye, for thieves do foot by Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do Away, sir corporal Nym.

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[sing. [Exit PISTOL. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. Nym. And this is true; [to PAGE.] I like not the humor of lying. He hath wronged me in some humors: I should have borne the humored letter to 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 humor of bread and cheese. Adieu. [Exit NYM. Page. The humor of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow frights English out of his wits.

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Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.
Page. How now, Meg!

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.

Mrs. 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?-[Aside to Mrs. FORD.] Look, who

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comes yonder: she shall be our messenger. to this paltry knight.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

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 Mrs. QUICKLY. 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 more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be loath 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.2

Host. How now, bully-rook! thou'rt a gentleman. Cavaliero-justice, I say.

3 Enter SHALLOW.

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.

Host. Tell him, cavaliero-justice; tell him, bullyrook.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between sir Hugh, the Welsh priest, and Caius, the French doctor.

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

Host. What say'st thou, my bully-rook?

[They go aside.

Shal. Will you [to PAGE] go with us to behold it? My merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons, and, I think, 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 I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him, 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 here? Shal. Have with you, mine host.

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

Shal. Tut, sir! I could have told you more: in

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these times you stand on distance, your passes, a 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 btall fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Page. Have with you.-I had rather hear them scold than see them fight.

[Exeunt Host, SHALLOW, and PAGE.
Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands
so firmly on his wife's 2fidelity, yet I cannot put off
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 farther into't; and I have a
disguise to sound Falstaff. If I find her honest, I
lose not my labor; if she be otherwise, 'tis labor well
bestowed.
[Exit.

SCENE II.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL.

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.
Pist. Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.3-

I am

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 couch-fellow, Nym; or else you had looked through the grate, like a gemini of baboons. 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 honor thou hadst it not.

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? Quick. Why sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your 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 brought 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; 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 won any woman's heart, and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her.-I had myself twenty 1angels given me of a 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, "pen

Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. pence?

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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?

Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: think'st thou,
I'll endanger my soul gratis? 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!-you stand upon your honor!-Why, thou
unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to
keep the terms of my honor precise. I, I, I myself
sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left
hand, and hiding mine honor in my necessity, am
fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you,
you rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-him, good heart.
mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your
bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honor!
You will not do it, you?

Pist. I do relent: what wouldst thou more of man?
Enter ROBIN.

Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.
Fal. 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 I'll vouchsafe thee the hearing.

Stabs; thrusts.- Stout; bold. Did.- The handle of a fan, in Elizabeth's days, was usually of silver or gold, sometimes inlaid with jewels," Throng," i. e., a crowd, in which the "short knife" could be used to cut purses." Pickthatch," a part of London noted for brothels.- Protect"Red-lattice," i. e., althouse. Alehouses were distinguished by red lattices.

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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! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very °frampold life with

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's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoc'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 have 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

iQuandary. Elegant.-1 Gold coins.-m Gentlemen of the band of Pensioners. Their dress was remarkably splen did. Know. Vexatious,

little page, of all loves: her husband has a your 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 will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed 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 "nayword, 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. Fare 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 Mrs. QUICKLY and ROBIN. Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers.— Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights: Give fire! She is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! [Exit PISTOL. Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee: let them say, 'tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.

Enter BARDOLPH.

Bard. 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.

Fal. Brook, is his name?
Bard. Ay, sir.

Fal. Call him in; [Exit BARDOLPH.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ha! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompassed you? go to; via!

Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir.

Fal. And you, sir: would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you.

Fal. You're welcome. What's your will?-Give us leave, drawer. [Exit BARDOLPH. Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much: my name is Brook.

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, 6 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 bobservance; engrossed opportunities 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:

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Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying 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, authentic in your place and Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaint-person, generally allowed for your many war-like, ance of you. court-like, and learned "preparations. Fal. O, sir!

Ford. Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you, for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are; the which hath something embolden'd 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 to bear it, Sir John, take half, or all, for easing me of the carriage. Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.

"Of all loves," i. e., by all means.- Watchword; by word Strumpet-d "Fights" are the waist cloths hung round about the ship, to hinder the men from being seen by the enemy in the combat. It was a custom in taverns, in Shakespeare's time, to send presents of wine from one room to another, either as a memorial of friendship, or by way of introduction to acquaintance." Via!" i, e., forward! go

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with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves I could drive her, then, from the award of her purity, her reputation, her marriage vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too too strongly embattled against me. What say you to't, sir John?

Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next, give me your hand; and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife.

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Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook; you shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell you) by her own appointment; even as you came in her assistant, or go-between, parted from me: I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed.

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Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir?

Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not.-Yet I wrong him to call him poor: they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money, for the which his wife seems to me wellfavored. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer, and there's my harvest-home. Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might avoid him, if you saw him.

Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I

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will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know I will predominate over the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife.-Come to me soon at night.-Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his style; thou, master Brook, shalt know him for a knave and cuckold. -Come to me soon at night. [Exit. Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this!My heart is ready to crack with impatience.-Who says, this is improvident jealousy? my wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this?-See the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villainous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that

docs me this wrong.

Terms! names!-Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold! wittol cuckold! the devil himself hath

not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitæ bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven o'clock the hour: I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold!

[Exit.

Guard. Cuckoldly. "I will aggravate his style," i. e., I will add to his titles-d "Wittol cuckold" is a tame, contented cuckold, knowing himself to be one. Usquebaugh,

SCENE III.-Windsor Park.

Enter CAIUS and RUGBY.

Caius. Jack Rugby!
Rug. Sir.

Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack?

Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh promised to meet.

Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come: he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come. By gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be

come.

Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill him, if he came.

Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

Rug. Alas, sir! I cannot fence. [Runs back afraid. Caius. Villainy, take your rapier.

Rug. Forbear; Here's company.

Enter Host, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.
Host. Bless thee, bully doctor.
Shal. Save you, master doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good master doctor.
Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir.

Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Host. To see thee fight, to see thee 'foin, to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of helder? ha! is he dead, bully-stale? is he dead?

Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the world; he is not show his face.

Host. Thou art a Castalian king-Urinal: Hector of Greece, my boy.

Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is

no come.

Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions. Is it not true, master Page?

Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the if I see a sword out, my finger peace, itches to make one. Though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, master Page.

Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, master Page.-Master doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace: you have showed yourself a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman. You must go with me, master doctor.

Host. Pardon, guest-justice.-A word, Monsieur Mock-water.

Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valor, bully.

Caius. By gar, then, I have as much mock-vater

hence the joke.-"Bully-stale" and "king-Urinal" are epiThrust.- Terms in fencing. Elder has a heart of pith; thets alluding to the empirical water-doctors. "Castalian" was used as a term of reproach after the defeat of the Spanish armada. The Host avails himself of the Doctor's ignorance of English to cover him with ridicule.-" Against the hair," i. e.. against the grain.-1" To make one," i. c., to make one of the combatants.

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