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use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you ; if any man may, you may as soon as any.
Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy ? Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.
Ford. O, understand my drift ! she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves ; I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are 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.
Ford. O, good sir !
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 to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from me: I say, 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.
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 well favoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.
Ford. I wi uld you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him.
Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I 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 o'er the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife. Come to me soon at night :- Ford's a knave, and I will aggra
vate his stile ; 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 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 does me this wrong. Terms! names ! ---Amaimon sounds well ; Lucifer, well; Barbason,5 well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends : but cuckold! wittol-cuckold !6 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 Welchman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavitæ bottle,? or a thief to walk ny 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.
Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh promised to meet.
 Amaimon- Barbason. The reader who is curious to know any partic. ulars concerning these dæmons, inay find them in Reginald Scott's “Inven. tarie of the Names, Shapes, Powers, Governments, and Effects of Devils and Spirits, of their several Segnories and Degrees: a strange Discourse worth the reading,” p.377, &c. From hence it appears that Amaimon was king of the East, and Barbatos a great countie or earle. Randle Holme, in his Academy of Armory and Blazon,
B.Il. ch. 1,informs us, that “ Amaymon is the chief whose dominion is on the north part of the infernal gulph ; and that Barbatos is like a Sagittarius, and hath 30 legions under him." STEEVENS.
. Wittol-cuckold-One who knows his wife's falsehood and is contented with it :-from wittan. Sax. to know. MALONE
 The Irish aqua-vitæ, I believe, was not brandy, but usquebaugh, for which Ireland has been long celebrated. MALONÉ
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.
Enter Host, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.
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 montánt. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder ? 8 ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead?
Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the vorld ; he is not show his face.
Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal ! 9 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 peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches
 It should be remembered, to make this joke relish, that the elder tree has no heart. I suppose this expression was made use of in opposition to the comnion one, heart of oak.
 Castilian and Éthiopian, like Cataian, appear in our author's time to have been cant terms. STEEV.- I believe this was a popular slur upon the Spaniards, who were held in great contempt after the business of the
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 hone. I am sworn of the peace; you have shewed yourself a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient shurchman : you must go with me, master doctor.
Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Muck-water.
Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat?
Caius. By gar, then, I have as much muck-vater as de Englishman :-Scurvy jack-dog priest ! by gar, me vill cut his ears.
Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it.
Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.
Host. And morever, bully,- But first, master guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [ Aside to them.
Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Host. He is there : see what humour he is in ; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : Will it do well?
Shal. We will do it.
[Exeunt PAGE, SHAL. and SLEN. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her : Cry'd game, said I well?
Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat : by gar, I love you ; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.
Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary towards Anne Page; said I well?
Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said.
SCENE I.--A Field near Frogmore. Enter Sir HUGH
EVANS and SIMPLE.
Evans. I PRAY you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic?
Sim. Marry, sir, the City-ward, the Park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way:
Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look
Sim. I will, sir.
Eva. 'Pless my soul ! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind !- I shall be glad, if he have deceived me:-how melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good opportunities for the 'ork :-'pless my soul !
Melodious birds sing madrigals :
 This is part of a beautiful little poem of the author's; which poem, with the answer to it, the reacler will not be displeased to find inserted." [See Vol. IX p. 100.) JOHNSON.
* The conclusion of this and the poem in answer to it have furnished Milton with the hint for the last lines both of his Allegro and Penseroso. STEE.  This line is from the old version of the 137th Psalm :
“ When we did sit in Babylon,
" The rivers round about,
“ The tears for grief burst out.” Sir Hugh in his fright blends the sacred and profane song together. MAL.