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fident: I would have nothing lie on my head 42 : 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, and SHALLOW. · Host. How now, bully-rook ? thou’rt a gentleman: cavalero-justice, I say.

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, cavalero-justice; tell him, bullyrook.

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

Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you. Host. What say'st thou, 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, he 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

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and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts ?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

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

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword “S, I would have made you four tall fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?

Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear them scold than fight. [Ereunt Host, Shallow, and Page.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, 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 further into't: and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my labour ; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestow'd,

[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.-
I will retort the sum in equipage 4.

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 coach-fellow 4 Nym; or else you had look'd through the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damn'd 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 46, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadst it not.

Pist. Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not fifteen

pence ?

Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thon, 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 47;—to your manor of Pickthatch 48, go.-You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue !--you stand upon your honour !-Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left

hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice 49 phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour ! You will not do it, you? Pist. I do relent; What would'st 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.

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 angels given me this 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, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.

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