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Page. Fie, fie, master Ford ! are you not En:er Shallore, Srder, and Mrs. Quickly. afham'd? what fpirit, what devil suggests this ima
Shul. Break their talk, mistress Quickiy; my gination? I would not have your distemper in this kinsman thall speak for himself. kind, for the wealth of IVindsor Castle.
Slen. I'll make a Chaft or a bolt on't: 'llid, 'tis but Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: Isuffer for it. venturing: Eva. You fuiler for a pad conscience : your
Sbal. Be not dismay'd. wife is as honcft a 'omas, as I will defires among Slen. No, the thall not dismay me: I care not five thousand, and fire hundred too.
for that --but that I am afcard. Caius. By gar, I fee 'tis an honest woman. Quir. Hark ye; matter Slender would speak a
Ford. Well;- I promis'd you a dinner :---Come, word with you. come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; Arre. I come to him.. This is my fatber's choice. I will hercafter make known to you, wiiy I have O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults done this. Come, wife ; come, mistress Page ; I Look handsome in three hurdred pounds a year! pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.
[hide. Page. Let's go in, gentlemez; but, trust me, Quic. And how does good master Fenton pray we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow you, a word with you. morning to my house to breakfait; after, we'll Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou a birding together ; I have a fine hawk for the badít a father! burh : Thall it be so ?
Skr. I had a father, mistress Anne;-my uncle Ford. Any thing.
can tell you good jefts of him:-Pray you, uncle, Eva. If there is one, I mall make two in the tell mittress Anne the jent, how my father stoie two company.
Seefe out of a pen, good uncle. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a Shai. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. de turd.
Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman Eva. In your teeth :--for Thame.
in Glocefterthire. Ford. Pray you go, matter Page.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. • Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-mor Sien. Av, that I will, "come cut and long-tail, row on the lousy knave, mine hoit.
under the degree of a 'íquire. Caius. Dat is good ; by sar, vit all my heart. Spa!. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds
Eva. A lousy kaave; to have his gibes, and jointure. his mockerics.
[Excunt. Anne. Good mafter Shallow, let him woo for
himself. S CE N E IV.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you Papa's houfr.
for that---good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'II Enter Fenton and Miftrefi Anne Pages , Fent. I fee, I cannot get tlıy father's lose; crne. Now', mafter Slender. Therefore no more tum me to him, sweet Van. Slen. Now, good mutress Anne. Anne. Alas ! how then?
Annc. What is your will? Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty He doth object, I am too grcat of birth; jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank And, that, m; itate being gall d with my expence, heaven; I am not such a fickly creature, I give I seek to heal it only by his wealth:
heaven fraife. Besides there, other bars he lays before me, sinne. I mean, master Sender, what would you My riots past, my wild focieties;
with me? And tells me, 'tis a thing impolible
Slon. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or I should love thee, but as a property.
nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, bave Anne. May be, he tells you true.
made motions: if it be my luck, so; if not, ivappy Fent. No, heaven fofpeed me in my time to come! ma be his dole 2! They can tell you how things Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth go, better than I can: You may ask your father; Was the first motive that I wood thee, Anne: here he comes. - Yet, wooing thce, I found thee of more value
Enter Page and Mifirefs Page. Than llamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; Page. Now, master Siender :-Love him, daughAnd 'tis the very riches of thyself
ter Anne. That now I aim at.
Why how now! what does master Fenton here? Anne. Gentle master Fenton,
You wrong me, fir, thus still to haunt my house: Yet fcek my father's love; still seek it, fir: I told you, fir, my daughter is diípos'd of. If opportunity and humbleit suit
Fext. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. [child. Cannot attain ii, why then, -Hark you hither. Mrs. Page. Good muter Fenton, come not to my
[Fenion and Mistress Anne go apart. Page. She is no match for you.
1 That is, come foor, or rich, to offer himself as my rival. The phrase is derived from the forest laws, according to which, a man who had no right to the privilege of chace, was obliged to cut or law his dog, among!i other modes of disabling him, by depriving hini of his tail. A dog so cut was called a cui, or curi-t-il, and by contraction (ur. Cut and long-tri thcrcfore fignified the dog of a clown, and the dog of a gentleman. 2 A proverbial expresioa.
Fes!. Sir, will you hear me?
a thing should I have been, when I had been swell'd? Paze. No, good master Fenton.
I should bave been a mountain of mummy.
Re-enter Bardolph, with the wini.
[Exeunt Page, Sballo, ard Slender. Bard. Ay, fir: there's a woman below would Quic. Speak to mittress Page. (daughter speak with you.
Fent. Good mistrets Page, for that I love your Fal. Come, let me pour in some fack to the In such a righteous fahion as I do,
Thames water; for my belly's as cold as if I had
Call her in.
Erter Mrs. Quickly.
your worship good-morrow. Puis. That's my master, mafter doctor.
Fal. Take away these chalices: Go brew me a finne. Alas, I had rather be fet quick i' the earth, pottle of lack finely. And bowl'd to death with turnips".
Bard. With eggs, sir? Vri. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my maiter Fenton,
brew age.--How now?
Quic. Mariy, lr, I come to your worship from
Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: 1
font. Farewell, gentle mittress; farewell, Nan. Quic. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her,
Quic. This is my doing now' :--Nay, said I, will fault : she does so take ou witir her men; they mil-
Feni. I thank thee; and I pray thee once to-man's promile.
[Exit. yern your heart to see it. Her husband goes this Quic. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A morning a birding; she desires you once more to kind heart he hath: a woman would run through come to her between eight and nine: I must
tal. Well, be gone : I will not miss her.
[Exit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he Tbe Gurter inn.
ient me word to stay within: I like his money Ert-r Faltaff and Bardolph.
well, Oh, here he comes.
Foid. Bless you, fir!
! A common proverb in the Southern counties of England. 2. That is, some time to-night. 3' She intends to say Specially,
logue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of sown grease: think of that,aman of my kidney 3 his companions, thicher provok'd and instigated by think of that ; that am as subject to heat as butter; his distemper, and forfooch, to search his house for a man of continual diffolution and thaw ; it was a his wife's love.
miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height of Fad. What, while you were there?
this bith, when I was more than half stew'd in Fal. While I was there.
grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Ford. And did he search for you, and could not | Thames, and coold, glowing hot, in that surge, find you?
like a horse-thoc; think of that-hilling hot-think Fal. You Thall hear. As good luck would have of that, master Brook. it, comes in one mittrels Page ; gives intelligence Ford. In good sadness, fir, I am sorry that for of Ford's approach; and by her invention, and my fake you have sufier'd all this. My fuit is then Ford's wife's distraction, they convey'd me into a desperate; you'll undertake her no more? buck-basket.
Fal. Maiter Brook, I will be thrown into Ærna, Ford. A buck-basket !
as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her Fal. Yea, a back-basket : ramm’d me in with thus. Her husband is this morning gone a birding : foul shirts and smocks, rocks, foul stockings, and I have receiv'd from her another embally of meetgreasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the ing: 'twist eight and nine is the hour, maiter Brook. rankest compound of villanous smell, that ever of Ford. 'Tis past eight already, fir. fended noftril.
Fal. Is it? I will then address me 4 to my apFord. And how long lay you there?
pointment. Come to me at your convenient leiFal. Nay, you ihall hear, matter Brook, what Iure, and you shall know how I speed; and the I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your conclusion shall be crown'd with your enjoying her: good. Being thus cramm'd in the basket, a couple Adieu. You shall have her, matter Brook; master of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by Brook, you shall cuckold Ford.
[Exit. their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul cloaths Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? to Darchet-lane : they took me on their shoulders ; do I Neep? Master Ford, awake! awake, master met the jealous knave their maiter in the door; who Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, mafter ank'd them once or twice, what they had in their Ford. This 'tis to be married! this 'tis to have basket : I quak'd for fear, left the lunatic knave linen, and buck-baskets !--Well, I will proclaim would have search'd it; but fate, ordaining he should myself what I am: I will now take the lecher ; be a cuckold, held his hand. Well; on went he he is at my house: he cannot 'scape me; 'tis imfor a fearch, and away went I for foul cloaths. But pollible he thould; he cannot creep into a halfmark the sequel, master Brook: I suffer'd the penny purse, nor into a pepper-box: but, left the pangs of three several deaths : first, an intolerable devil that guides him, should aid him, I will tright, to be detected with 'a jealous rotten bell- search impo:lible places. Though what I am I wether; next, to be compars'd, like a good 2 bilbo, cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, lieel make me tame: If I have horns to make one to head : and then, to be stopp id in, like a ítrong mad, let the proverb go with me, I'll be home distillation, with itinking cloaths thui fretted in their (mad.
S C Ε Ν Ε Ι.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
fir Hugh? no school to-day? Page's house.
Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Erter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Quickly, and William. to play. Mirs. Puge. She at matter Foru's already, think'it Suic. Bleffing of his heart! thou?
Mrs. Puge. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son Quic. Sure, he is by this; or will be presently: profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, but truly, he is very courageous mad, about his ask him fome quellions in his accidence. throwing into the water. Miftreis Ford desires Eva.Come hither, William ;-hold up your head; you to come suddenly.
Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but Mrs. Page. Come on, surah; hold up your head; bring my young man here to school: Look, where answer your mater, be not afraid. his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I fce.
Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns?
i With was sometimes used for of. 2 A bilto is a Spanish blade, of which the excellence is dexibleness and clalticity. 3 Kidney in this phrale now lignifies kind of qualitas; but Falítatt mcaos, a mer whose kidneys are as far as mine. 4 Thai is, make uyfdf ready.
Eva. He is a good sprag? memory. Fareweil,
Mrs. Page. Adieu, good fir Hugh. Get you
Enter Falliaff and Mrs. Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford, your forrow hath eaten up.
my sutierance: I fee, you are obsequious in your Will. A pebble.
| love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not Eva. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember in only, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, your prain.
but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceWill. Lapis.
remony of it. But are you sure of your husband Ev.1. That is a good William: What is he, Wil- now ? liam, that does lend articles
Mrs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet fir John. ill. Articles are bortow'd of the pronoun; and Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa, goilip Ford ! bethus declin'd, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, hxc, bac. what hoa ! Era. Nominativo, big, bag, bog :----pray you,
Mrs. Tord. Step into the chamber, fir John. mark : grativa, bujus: Well, what is your accu
[Exit Falstaff fa110e c.zje?
Enter Mrs. Page.
Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at
Mrs. Ford. Why, none but my own people. Quic. Hang hos is Latin for bacon, I warrant Mrs. Page. Indeed ? you.
Mrs. Ford, No, certainly-Speak louder. [-Aside. Eva, Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nofocative care, William!
Mrs. Fo.d. Why?
his old lunes 3 again : he so takes on 4 yonder Eva. 'Oman, forbear.
with my husband; so rails against all married manMrio Page. Peace,
kind ; lo curfes all Eve's daughters, of what comE . What is your genitive cui plurni, William: plexion soever ; and fo buttets him'elf on the foreWill. Genitive cafe?
head, crying, s l'eer-uill, pur-Out! that any madEv. Ay.
nefs, I ever yet bebeld, feem'u but tameness, ci17.1. Genitive, baru, barum, borum.
vility, and patience, to this listemper le is in nuw:
Mra. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?
Mrs. L'age. Of none but him; and swears, he Quic. You do ill to teach the child such words : was carried out, the last time he learch'd for him, he teaches him to hickand to hack, which they'll in a basket ; protests to my liusband, he is now do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum : here ; and hath drawn him and the rest of their, fie upon you !
com.pany from their sport, tò make another expeEvid. "Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no un-riment of his fufpicion : but I am glad the knight derstanding for thy cases, and the numbers of the is not here ; now he thall see his own foolery, genders? thou art a foolish christian creatures, as I Mrs. Ford. How near is be, mistress Page? would defires.
Mrs. Page. Hard by ; at itreet end; he will be Mrs. Paze. Pr'ytliee, hold thy peace.
here anon. Evt. Shew me now, William, some declen Mrs. Fo d. I am undone !-the knight is here. fions of your pronouns.
Mrs. Page. Why, then thou art utterly tham'd, Will. Foi footi, I have forgot.
and he's but a dead man. What a woman are you? Evi. It is ki, ke, cod; if you forget your kies, Away with him, away with him; better same your kes, and your cods, you must be preeches !. than murther. Go your ways and play, 30.
Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how Vit. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought thould I bestow him? Shall I put him into the be tas.
Sir Hugh mcans to say, You mult be breechd, i. e. fiogg’d. To breech is to flog. This word is still in ulc, and bgnifics ready, alert, Sprightly: it is pronounced as if it was writt n-Ifrack. 3 That is, lunacy, frenzy. 4 Tú take on, now used for to gricue, seems to be used by our authce folio Tage. $ That is, appear horns,
Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket : May your shoulders ; your master is hard at door ; if he I not go out, ere he come ?
bid you set it down, obey him : quickly, dispatch. Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford. thers watch the door with pistols, that none Enter Servants with the basket. . Mould issue out ; otherwise you might nip away i Sern. Come, come, take up. ere he came..But what make you here?
2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight Fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the again. chimney.
1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge lead. their birding-picces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Ford, Shallow, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugb Fal. Where is it?
Evans. Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word.-- Foid. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, you any way then to unfool me again ?-Set down but he hath an abstract' for the remembrance of the basket, villain : Somebody call my wife :Such places, and goes to them by his note : There Youth in a basket !-Oh, you pandarly rascals ! is no hiding you in the house,
there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy, against Fal. I'll go out then.
me: Now shall the devil be sham'd.What ! Mrs. Ford. If you go out in your own semblance, wife, I say ! come, come forth; behold what hoyou die, fir John ; unless you go out disguis’d-neft cloaths you send forth to bleaching. How might we disguise him?
Page. Why, this passes 4! Master Ford, you are Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There not to go loose any longer ; you must be pinion'd. is no woman's gownı big enough for him ; other Eva. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a wise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a mad dog! kerchief, and to escape.
Sbal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; inFal. Good hearts, devise fonething: any extre-deed. mity, rather than a mischief.
Enter Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, fir. Come hither, mistress Brentford, has a gown above.
Ford;--mistress Ford, the honest woman, the moMrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ; dest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jeaThe's as big as he is; and there's her thrum 2 hat, lous fool to her husband! I suspect without cause, and her muffler 3 too: Run up, fir John. mistress, do I ?
Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet fir Sohn: mistress Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Page, and I, will look some linen for your head. you suspect me in any dishonesty.
Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. straight: put on the gown the while. [Exit Faijia. Come forth, firrah. [Pulls sbe cloaths out of obe basket.
Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet Page. This passes 4. him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman Mrs. Ford. Are you not asham'd let the cloaths of Brentford; he twears, The's a witch, forbade alone. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Ford. I shall find you anon.
Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Eva. 'Tis unreasonable ! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! wife's cloaths ? come away. Mrs. Ford. But is my hulhand coming ?
Ford. Empty the basket, I say. Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,calks of the basket 100, howsoever he hath had in Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there way telligence.
one convey'd out of my house yesterday in this bar Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my ket ; Why may not he be there again? In my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the house I am sure he is : my intelligence is true ; door with it, as they did last time.
my jealousy is reasonable : Pluck me out all the Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: linen. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he mall die
Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men what they a flea's death. Thall do with the balket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man. for him straight.
Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varler ! we Ford; this wrongs 5 you. cannot misuse him enough.
Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not folWe'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, low the imaginations of your own heart: this is: Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : jealousies. We do not act, that often jest and laugh ;
Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. 'Tis old but true, Still swine cas all the draugh. Page. No, nor no where else but in your brain,
. That is, a lift, an inventory. 2 The thrum is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making coarse hats. 3 A muffler was some part of dress that cover'd the face. A To pass mcans here, to go beyond bounds. s Meaning, this is below your character.