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as de Englishman.-Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, Sim. [Coming forward.] Yonder he is coming, me vill cut his ears.

this way, sir Hugh. Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Eva. He's welcome.

[Sings. Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

To shallow rivers, to whose fallsHost. That is, he will make thee amends.

Heaven prosper the right!-What weapons is he? Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de Sim. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. more, over the stile, this way.

master Shallow, and another gentleman, from FrogCaius. Me tank you for dat. Host. And moreover, bully,—But first, master in your arms.

Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it guest, and master Page, and a eke cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them.

Enter Page, SHALLow, and SLENDER. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Shal. How now, master parson! Good-morrow, Host. He is there : see what humor he is in, and I good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and will bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do a good student from his book, and it is wonderful. well ?

Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Shal. We will do it.

Page. Save you, good sir Hugh. Page. Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. Eva. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you !

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and SLENDER. Shal. What! the sword and the word ? do you Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest, for he speak study them both, master parson? for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, Host. Let him die. Sheathe thy impatience; this raw rheumatic day? throw cold water on thy choler. Go about the fields Eva. There is reasons and causes for it. with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Page. We are come to you to do a good office, mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting, master parson. and thou shall woo her. Curds and creams, said I Eva. Fery well: what is it? well ?

Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I belike having received wrong by some person, is at love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, most odds with his own gravity and patience that de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my pa- ever you saw. tients.

Shal. I have lived fourscore years, and upward, I Host. For the which I will be thy adversary to- never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, ward Anne Page: said I well ?

so {wide of his own respect. Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.

Eva. What is he? Host. Let us wag then.

Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby: [Exeunt. the renowned French physician.

Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heārt! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.

Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates

and Galen,--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly SCENE I.-A Field near Frogmore. knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, 2 with a book, and SIMPLE. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight

with him. Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's serv

Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! ing-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself asunder:-here comes doctor Caius.

Shal. It appears so, by his weapons.-Keep them Doctor of Physic? Sim. Marry, sir, the 3 pit-way, the park-way, old

Enter Host, Caius, and RUGBY. Windsor way, and every way, but the town way. Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your

Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also weapon. look that way.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Sim. I will, sir.

[Retiring: Host. Disarm them, and let them question : let Eva. Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. trempling of mind !-I shall be glad, if he have de Caius. I pray you, let a-me speak a word vit your ceived me.--How melancholies I am!—I will knog ear: verefore vill you not meet-a me? his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have Eva. Pray you, use your patience: in good time. good opportunities for the 'ork :-pless my soul ! Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog,

[Sings. John ape. To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to Melodious birds sing & madrigals;

other men's humors; I desire you in friendship, and There will we make our peds of roses,

I will one way or other make you amends.- I will And a thousand fragrant posies.

knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb for To shallow

missing your meetings and appointments. Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

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

[Sings. Jarretière, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? Melodious birds sing madrigals;

have I not, at de place I did appoint ? When as I sat in e Pabylon,

Eva. As I am a Christian soul, now, look you, And a thousand vagram posies.

this is the place appointed. I'll be judgment by To shallon

mine Host of the Garter.

Host. Peace, I say! Gallia and Guallia, French Also. Chamber utensils. - Head. Amorous dittics.- and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer. • Babylon: this line is from the old version of the 137th Psalm: "When we did sit in Babylon."

* Forgetful.

with me.

me too.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good : excellent.

they are laid ; and our revolted wives share damnaHost. Peace, I say! hear mine Host of the Gar- tion together. Well; I will take him, then torture ter. Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machia- my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from vel ? Shall I lose my doctor ? no; he gives me the the so-seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? for a secure and wilful e Actæon; and to these violent my priest? my sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proceedings all my neighbors shall cry faim. [Clock proverbs and the noverbs.--Give me thy hands, strikes 4 ten.] The clock gives me my cue, and my celestial and terrestrial; 0.-Boys of art, I have assurance bids me search; there I shall find Falstaff. deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked; for places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.-Come, lay there : I will go. their swords to pawn.—Follow me, lad of peace; Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, Sir Hugh follow, follow, follow.

Evans, Caius, and Rugby. Shal. Trust me, a mad host.-Follow, gentlemen,

Page, Shal., fc. Well met, master Ford. follow. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page!

Ford. Trust me, a good knot. I have good cheer at home, and I pray you


go [Exeunt Shallow, SLENDER, PAGE, and Host.

Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat! have you make-a

Slen. And so must I, sir: we have appointed to de "sot of us ? ha, ha! Eva. This is well, he has made us his \ vlouting with her for more money than I'll speak of.

dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break stog.-I desire you, that we may be friends, and let us knog our prains together to be revenge on this Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we

Shal. We have lingered about a match between same scall, scurvy, dcogging companion, the Host

shall have our answer. of the Garter. Caius. By gar, vit all my heart. He promise to

Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page. bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar, he deceive for you :—but my wife, master doctor, is for you

Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles.- Pray you,

altogether. follow.

Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me: [Exeunt.

my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. SCENE II.-A Street in Windsor.

Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? he

capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes Enter Mistress Page and Robin.

verses, he speaks Bholyday, he smells April and Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant: May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a buttons; he will carry't. leader. Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The or eye your master's heels ?

gentleman is of no having: he kept company with Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a reman, than follow him like a dwarf.

gion ; he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a Mrs. Page. O! you are a flattering boy: now, I knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance: Bee, you'll be a courtier.

if he take her, let him take her simply: the wealth Enter FORD.

I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes

not that way. Ford. Well met, mistress Page. Whither go you? Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: is she at home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you

Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go home?

-Mas. Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, shall have sport; I will show you a monster. for want of your company. I think, if your hus- ter doctor, you shall go:--so shall you, master bands were dead, you two would marry.

Page ;-and you, sir Hugh. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that,--two other husbands. freer wooing at master Page's.

Shal. Well, fare you well.-We shall have the Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock?

[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER. Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his

Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. name is

husband had him of.-What do you call

[Exit RUGBY. your knight's name, sirrah ?

Host. Farewell, my hearts. I will to my honest Rob. Sir John Falstaff. Ford. Sir John Falstaff!

knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name

(Exit Host. There is such a league between my good man and wine first with him; I'll make him dance, Will

Ford. [ Aside. ] I think, I shall drink in 'pipe3him! Is your wife at home indeed ? Ford. Indeed, she is.

you go, gentles ?

Aủ. Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt. Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir: I am sick, till I

[Exeunt Mrs. PagE and Robin. Ford. Hath Page any brains ! hath he any eyes ?

SCENE III.-A Room in FORD's House. hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath

Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. Page. po use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter Mrs. Ford. What, John ! what, Robert ! twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point Mrs.Page. Quickly, quickly. Is the buck-basket blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's in Mrs. Ford. I warrant.-What, Robin, I say! clination; he gives her folly motion, and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy

Adaon was transformed by Diana into a stag: the alluwith her. A man may hear this shower sing in the sion here is to the animal's horns.--" Cry aim," 1. c., encourwind :-and Falstaff's boy with her!-Good plots !

-age; applaud...". Speaks holyday," i. e., in holyday style.

b" April and May." i e., of April and May. An allusion to

the custom of wearing the flower called bachelors' bullons.• Fool.- Flouting-stock ; laughing-stock._ Scald-head, a "Of no having." 1. e., of no fortune, possessions ; not term of reproach. - Wheedling; cheating.

wealthy. "In pipe-wine," i, e., in wine from the pipe.

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Enter Servants with a large Basket.

Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in me. Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.

thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge: we must Come; I cannot cog, and say thou art this and be brief.

that, like a many of these lisping haw-thorn buds, Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, and that come like women in men's apparel, and smell Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew-house ; like i Bucklersbury in "simple-time : I cannot; but and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and I love thee, none but thee, and thou deservest it. (without any pause, or staggering) take this basket Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir. I fear, you on your shoulders : that done, trudge with it in all love mistress Page. haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Datchet Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close the Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the by the Thames side.

mreek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Page. You will do it?

Mrs. Ford, Well, heaven knows how I love you; Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; they and you shall one day find it. lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you

Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. are called.

[Exeunt Servants. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do, or Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.

else I could not be in that mind.

Rob. [Within.] Mistress Ford ! mistress Ford! Enter Robin.

here's mistress Page at the door, sweating, and Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs news with you ?

speak with you presently. Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your

Fal. She shall not see me. I will nensconce me back-door, mistress Ford, and requests your com- behind the arras. pany.

Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you

[Falstaff hides himself. true to us? Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: my master knows not of

Enter Mistress Page and Robin. your being here; and hath threatened to put me What's the matter? how now! into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it, for he Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford! what have you done? swears he'll turn me away.

You're shamed, you are overthrown, you're undone Mrs. Page. Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy of for ever. thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page? a new doublet and hose.--I'll go hide me.

Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford! having an Mrs. Ford. Do so.--Go tell thy master, I am honest man to your husband to give him such cause alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue.

of suspicion !

Exit Robin. Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? Mrs. Page. I warrant thee: if I do not act it, Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out upon hiss me.

[Exit Mrs. Page. you! how am I mistook in you ! Mrs. Ford. Go to, then : we'll use this unwhole Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter ? some humidity, this gross watery pumpion ;-we'll

Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, woteach him to know turtles from jays.

man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for Enter FALSTAFF.

a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house,

by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his abFal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel ?

You are undone. Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough: Mrs. Ford. 'Tis not so, I hope. this is the period of my ambition. O this blessed

Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you hour!

have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your Mrs. Ford. O, sweet sir John !

husband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot ecog, I cannot prale, search for such a one: I come before to tell you. mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I would If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it; thy husband were dead, I'll speak it before the best but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him lord, I would make thee my lady.

out. Be not amazed; call all your senses to you: Mrs. Ford. I your lady, sir John ? alas, I should defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good ! be a pitiful lady.

life for ever. Fal. Let the court of France show me such an

Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?- There is a gentleother. I see how thine eye would emulate the dia

man, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own mond: thou hast the right arched beauty of the shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or thousand pound, he were out of the house. any tire of Venetian admittance.

Mrs. Page. For shame! never stand "you had Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my brows rather," and "you had rather:" your husband's here become nothing else ; nor that well neither.

at hand; bethink you of some conveyance: in the Fal. 'By the Lord, thou art a tyrant to say so: house you cannot hide him.-0, how have you dethou wouldst make an absolute courtier; and the ceived me!-Look, here is a basket: if he be of firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent mo- any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and tion to thy gait in a semi-circled 5 farthingale. I throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to see what thou wert, if fortune thy foe were not, na- P bucking: or, it is 4 whiting-time, send bim by your ture thy friend: come, thou canst not hide it.

two men to Datchet mead.


• Bleachers of linen. Young sparrow-hawk.--- A stuffed puppet, thrown at in Lent, as cocks were at Shrovetide. {"Bucklersbury" was a place chiefly inhabited by drug.

Turtles from jays" 1. e., honest women from loose ones. gists." Simple time," i. e.. the time for gathering herbs, or Flatter."Tire of Venetian admittance," l. e.. head-dress simples. "Counter" was the name of a well-known prison. of Venetian fashion. Hooped petticonta "Nature thy m Vapor. Conceal.— Tapestry.-D" To bucking," l. e., to friend," ," i. e., nature being thy friend.

the wash. —q" Whiting-time," i. e., bleaching.time.

you this?

Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there. What Mrs. Page. We'll do it: let him be sent for toshall I do?

morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. Re-enter FalstAFF.

Re-enter FORD, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O, let me see't!

Ford. I cannot find him: may be, the knave I'll in, I'll in.-Follow your friend's counsel.-I'll bragged of that he could not compass. in.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that ? Mrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff? Are these

Mrs. Ford. You use me well, master Ford, do you your letters, knight?

Ford. Ay, I do so. Fal. I love thee: help me away; let me creep in Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your here ; I'll never

thoughts !
[He gets into the basket, "and falls over : Ford. Amen.
they cover him with foul linen.

Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy. Call Ford. your men, mistress Ford.—You dissembling knight!

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Mrs. Ford. What, John! Robert! John! (Exit Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in Robin. Re-enter Servants.] Go, take up these clothes the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, here, quickly; where's the a cowl-staff? look, how heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment. you 5 drumble: carry them to the laundress in Datch

Caius. By gar, nor I too: dere is no bodies. et mead; quickly, come.

Page. Fie, fie, master Ford ! are you not ashamed ? Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I

Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect without would not have your distemper in this kind for the cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be wealth of Windsor Castle. your jest; I deserve it.-How now! whither bear

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it.

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.

is as honest a 'omans as I will desires among five thouMrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither sand, and five hundred too. they bear it? you were best meddle with buck-wash

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. ing

Ford. Well; I promised you a dinner.—Come, Ford. Buck! I would I could wash myself of the come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; I buck! Buck, buck, buck ? Ay, buck; I warrant will hereafter make known to you, why I have done you, buck, and of the season too, it shall appear. this.—Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page: I pray [Exeunt Servants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. have dreamed to-night: I'll tell you my dream.

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to search, seek, find out: I'll warrant, we'll unkennel my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding togeththe fox.-Let me stop this way first :-80, now Cun

er: I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so? cape.

Ford. Any thing. Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you

Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the comwrong yourself too much.

pany. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a do shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. [Exit. turd. Eva. This is fery fantastical humors, and jeal

Ford. Pray you go, master Page. ousies.

Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it the lousy knave, mine Host. is not jealous in France.

Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen: see the issue Eva. A lousy knave! to have his & gibes, and his of his search. [Exeunt Page, Evans, and Caius. mockeries.

[E.ccunt. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?

SCENE IV.-A Room in Page's House. Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better,

Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. that my husband is deceived, or sir John.

Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; husband asked who was in the basket!

Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of Anne. Alas! how then ? washing; so, throwing him into the water will do Fent.

Why, thou must be thyself. him a benefit.

He doth object, I am too great of birth, Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would And that my state being gall’d with my expense, all of the same d strain were in the same distress. I seek to heal it only by his wealth.

Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some spe- Beside these, other bars he lays before me, cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here, for I never My riots past, my wild societies; saw him so @gross in his jealousy till now. And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible

Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that; and we I should love thee, but as a property. will

yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute Anne. May be, he tells you true. disease will scarce obey this medicine.

Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come! Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: into the water; and give him another hope, to betray Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value him to another punishment ?

Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;

And 'tis the very riches of thyself ." Cowl-staff"-a staff with two handles, used for carry. That now I aim at. ing a large basket-b** How you drumble," i. e., how slug. gishly you move." Uncape" i. e., let loose the game. Character ; disposition.-Violent.

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Gentle master Fenton.

Quick. Speak to mistress Page. [daughter Yet seek my father's love; still seek it, sir:

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your If opportunity and humblest suit

In such a righteous fashion as I do, Cannot attain it, why then,-Hark you hither. Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners,

[They talk apart. I must advance the d colors of my love, Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs. QUICKLY.

And not retire: let me have your good will. Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly, my kins

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond

fool. man shall speak for himself.

[husband. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a a bolt on't. 'Slid, 'tis

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better but venturing.

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

Anne. Alas! I had rather be set quick i'the earth, Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for And bowl'd to death with turnips. [master Fenton, that,-but that I am afeard.

Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself. Good Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a

I will not be your friend, nor enemy: word with you.

My daughter will I question how she loves you, Anne. I come to him. This is my father's choice. And as I find her, so am I affected. 0, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faults

'Till then, farewell, sir: she must needs go in; Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Her father will be angry. Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? Pray

[Exeunt Mrs. PagE and ANNE. you, a word with you.

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress.-Farewell, Nan. Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy! thou

Quick. This is my doing, now.-Nay, said I, will hadst a father.

you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Slen. I had a father, mistress

Anne: my uncle can look on master Fenton. This is my doing. [night tell you good jests of him.-- Pray you, uncle, tell Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains.

Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, fonce tomistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two

(Exit. geese out of a pen, good uncle. Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Quick. Now, heaven send thee good fortune! A Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet I

kind heart he hath: a woman would run through in Gloucestershire.

Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. would my master had mistress Anne; or I would

Șlen. Ay, that I will, come cut and blong-tail, master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would masunder the degree of a 'squire.

ter Fenton had her. I will do what I can for them Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty all three, for so I have promised, and I'll be as good pounds jointure.

as my word; but bspeciously for master Fenton. Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for him. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff self.

from my two mistresses: what a beast am I to

h slack it. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for

'[Exit. that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. you.

[Stands back. Anne. Now, master Slender.

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

Fal. Bardolph, I say! Anne. What is your will ?

Bard. Here, sir. Slen. My will ?' od's heartlings! that's a pretty Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. jest, indeed. I ne'er made my will yet, I thank [ Escit BARD.] Have I lived to be carried in a basheaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give ket, like a barrow of butcher's offal, and to be thrown heaven praise.

in the Thames? Well, if I be served such another Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, with me?

and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. The Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or rogues slighted me into the river with as little é renothing with you. Your father, and my uncle, have morse as they would have drowned a blind bitch's made motions: if it be my luck, so; if not, happy puppies, fifteen i' the-litter; and you may know by man be his o dole! They can tell you how things my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking: go, better than I can: you may ask your father; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. here he comes.

I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy Enter Page and Mistress Page.

and shallow; a death that I abhor, for the water Page. Now, master Slender!—Love him, daugh- when I had been swelled! i should have been a

swells a man, and what a thing should I have been, ter Anne.Why, how now! what does master Fenton here?

mountain of mummy. You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :

Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the Wine. I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.

Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with . Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. [child. you. Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to my Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Page. She is no match for you.

Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Page.

No, good master Fenton.-Call her in.
Come, master Shallow ;--come, son Slender; in. Bard. Come in, woman.
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and SLENDER.

Quick. By your leave.-I cry you mercy: give "I'll make a shaft or a bolt," i. e., I'll do it by hook or by your worship good-morrow. crook-by some means or other." Come cut and long. tail," i. e, come who will as my rival.--" Happy man be his & Excuse; palliation.- Alive.--"Once," i, e., eome tine. dole," i. e., happiness to him who succeeds best.

-8 Especially.--Neglect -- Pity.

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