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nor no breed-bate:3 his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way : but no body but has his fault;- but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quic. And master Slender's your master? Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quic. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife ?

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, 4 with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard.5

Quic. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forsooth : but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener.

Quic. How say you ?-0, I should remember him ; Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and strut in

his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quic. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune !_Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master : Anne is a good girl, and I wish

Re-enter RUGBY.
Rug. Out, alas ! here comes my master.

Quic. We shall all be shent:6 Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.] He will not stay long.–What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say !-Go, John, go, inquire for my master; I. doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home :-and down, down, adown-a, &c.

[Sings. Enter Doctor CAIUS. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys : Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ;? a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a green-a box. [3] Bate is an obsolete word, signifying strife, contention. STEEVENS.

(4) Wee, in the northern dialect, signifies very little. Thus,in the Scottish proverb that apologizes for a little woman's marriage with a big man:-"A wec mouse will creep under a mickle cornstack." COLLINS.

Little wee implies something extremely diminutive, and is a very common vulgar idiom in the North. Wee alone, has only the signification of little. Thus Cleveland:-"A Yorkshire wee bit, longer than a mile." -The proverb is, a mile and a wee bit; i.e. about a league and a half. RITSON.

[5] Cain and Judas, in the tapestries and pictures of old, were represented with yellow beards. THEOBALD.-In an age, when but a small part of the nation could read, ideas were frequently

borrowed from representations in painting or tapestry.

STEEVENS. [6] Shent, i. c. scolded, roughly treated. STEEVENS. 171 Buitier in French signifies a case of surgeon's instruments. GREY.

Quic. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad.

[Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe ! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour, la grande affaire.

Quic. Is it this, sir?

Čaius. Ouy ; mette le au mon pocket ; Depeche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quic. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby : Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quic. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ?-Villainy ! larron! -Rugby, my rapier. [Pulling SIMP. out.

Quic. Good master, be content.
Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?
Quic. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet ? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

Quic. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the truth of it: Hecane of an errand tome from parson Hugh.

Caius. Vell.
Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quic. Peace, I pray you.
Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale.

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage.

Quic. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.

Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez me some paper :--Tarry you a little-a while. [Writes.

Quic. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy;— But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my master, I may call him my

master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;

Sim. "Tisa great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quic. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge : and to be up early and down late ;-but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page : but notwithstanding that,-I know Anne's mind,- that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make ;-you may be gone ; it is not good you tarry here:- by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simp.

Quic. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.

Caius. It is no matter-a for dat :- do not you tell-a me, dat I shall have Anne Page for myself ?-by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest ;8 and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon :-By gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

Quic. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be welló we must give folks leave to prate : What, the goodjer !9 Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me :-By gar,

if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door :- Follow my heels, Rugby. [Ex. CAI. & Rug.

Quic. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that : never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do ; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fenton. [Within.] Who's within there, ho?

Quic. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Enter FENTON.
Fent. How now, good woman ; how dost thou ?

Quic. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.

[8] Jack, in our author's time, was a term of contempt. MALONE [9] She means to say " the goujere,” i. e. morbus Gallicus, STEEV. Mrs. Quickly scarcely ever pronounces a hard word rightly. Good-jer and Good-year were in our author's time common corruptions of goujere ; and in the books of that age the word is as often written one way as the other.

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Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne ?

Quic. 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, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit ?

Quic. 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?

Quic. 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 allicholly and muse ing : 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.

Quic. Will I ? l'faith, that we 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,

Quic. 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. Enter Mistress

PAGE, with a letter.

Mrs. Page. WHAT ! have I 'scap'd 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 precisian,' he admits him not for his

[1] Bv precision is meant one who pretends to a more than ordinary de. gree of virtue and sanctity. On which account they gave this name to the puritans of that time. WARB.The character of a precisian seems to have been very generally ridiculed in the time of Shakspeare. STEEVENS.

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 a soldier can suffice) thai I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, love me. By me,

T'hine 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? - wicked, wicked world !--one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant !-What an unweighed behaviour has this Flemish drunkard 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 mirth :-heaven forgive me !-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of

How shall I be revenged on him for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mistress FORD.
Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page ! trust me, I was going to.

men.

your house.

Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to show to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do in my mind.

Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary : 0, mistress Page, give me some counsel !

Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour !

Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman ; take the honour : What is it ?-dispense with trifles ;-what is it?

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 hack ; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry.

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