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Fal. Have you importuned her to such a purpose ? My heart is ready to crack with impatience.-Who
Ford. Never.

says, this is improvident jealousy? my wife hath sent Fal. Of what quality was your love then ?

to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's any man have thought this ?- See the hell of having a ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking false woman! my bed shall be abused, my coffers ranthe place where I erected it.

sacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? receive this villainous wrong, but stand under the adopFord. When I have told you that, I have told you tion of abominable terms, and by him that does me this all. Some say, that though she appear honest to me, wrong. Terms! names ! - Amaimon sounds well; Luyet in other places she enlargeth her mirth so far, that cifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devils' addithere is shrewd construction made of her. Now, sir tions, the names of fiends: but cuckold! wittol cuck| John, here is the heart of my purpose : you are a gen- old! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is tleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not great admittance, authentic in your place and person, be jealous : I will rather trust a Fleming with my butgenerally allowed for your many war-like, court-like, ter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an and learned preparations.

Irishman with my aqua vitæ bottle, or a thief to walk Fal. O, sir !

my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then Ford. Believe it, for you know it.— There is money; she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises; and spend it, spend it : spend more ; spend all I have, only what they think in their hearts they may effect, they give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife : be praised for my jealousy!—Eleven o'clock the hour : use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you ; if I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on any man may, you may as soon as any.

Falstaff

, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better Fal

. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, affection, that I should win what you would enjoy ? fie! cuckold ! cuckold ! cuckold !

[Exit. Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

SCENE III.-Windsor Park.
Ford. O! understand my drift. She dwells so se-

Enter Caius and RUGBY.
curely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly
of my suit dares not present itself: she is too bright to Caius. Jack Rugby!
be looked against. Now, could I come to her with

Rug. Sir. | any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack ? | argument to commend themselves; I could drive her, Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh promised then, from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her to meet. marriage vow, and a thousand other her defences, which Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no Dow are too too strongly embattled against me. What come : he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come. say you to't, sir John?

By gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come. Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would

money; next, give me your hand ; and last, as I am a kill him, if he came. I gentleman, you shail

, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill Ford. O good sir !

him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I I say you shall.

vill kill him. Ford. Want no money, sir John; you shall want Rug. Alas, sir! I cannot fence. (Runs back afraid.

Caius. Villainy, take your rapier. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook; you shall Rug. Forbear; here's company.

I shall be with her (I may tell you) by her Enter Host, Shallow, SLENDER, and Page. own appointment; even as you came in to me, her Host. Bless thee, bully doctor. assistant, or go-between, parted from me: I say, I shall Shal. Save you, master doctor Caius. be with her between ten and eleven ; for at that time Page. Now, good master doctor. the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?

Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee bow Ford, sir?

traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to see Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy disbot.-Yet I wrong him to call him poor: they say, tance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian ? is he tbe jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money, for dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully! What tbe which his wife seems to me well-favoured. I will lapius ? 'my Galen ? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, te her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer, and bully-stale? is he dead? there's my harvest-home.

Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might vorld; he is not show his face. avoid him, if you saw him.

Host. Thou art a Castalian-king-Urinal : Hector of Fel. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue ! I will | Greece, my boy. Fare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay edge: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. boms: master Brook, thou shalt know I will predomi- Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor : he is a Date ofer the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife. curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should Come to me soon at night.–Ford's a knave, and I fight, you go against the hair of your professions. Is vil aggravate his style; thou, master Brook, shalt it not true, master Page ? (now him for a knave and cuckold.—Come to me soon Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a [Exit. great fighter, though now a man of

peace. Ferd. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this !- Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old,

Lone.

want none.

says my Æscu

and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches Host. And moreover, bully,—But first, master guest, to make one. Though we are justices, and doctors, and master Page, and eke cavaliero Slender, go you and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our through the town to Frogmore. [ Aside to them. youth in us; we are the sons of women, master Page. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Host. He is there : see what humour he is in, and I Shal. It will be found so, master Page.—Master will bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am well? sworn of the peace : you have showed yourself a wise Shal. We will do it. physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and Page. Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. patient churchman. You must go with me, master

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. doctor.

Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest, for he speak Host. Pardon, guest-justice.-A word, Monsieur for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Mock-water.

Host. Let him die. Sheathe thy impatience ; throw Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

cold water on thy choler. Go about the fields with me Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, through Frogmore; I will bring thee where mistress bully.

Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting, and thou Caius. By gar, then, I have as much mock-vater as shall woo her. Curds and cream, said I well? de Englishman.-Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love vill cut his ears.

you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients. Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

Host. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Host. That is, he will make thee amends.

Anne Page : said I well? Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-claw Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said. me; for, by gar, me vill have it.

Host. Let us wag then. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. (Exeunt, Caius. Me tank you for dat.

ACT III.
SCENE I.-A Field near Frogmore.

sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good

student from his book, and it is wonderful. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, with a book, and SIMPLE.

Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving- Page. Save you, good sir Hugh. man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have Eva. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor Shal. What! the sword and the word ? do you study of Physic?

them both, master parson? Sim. Marry, sir, the pit-way, the park-way, old Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, Windsor way, and every way, but the town way. this raw rheumatic day?

Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also Eva. There is reasons and causes for it. look that way.

Page. We are come to you to do a good office, masSim. I will, sir.

[Retiring, ter parson. Eva. Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and Eva. Fery well: what is it? trempling of mind !-I shall be glad, if he have de- Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, ceived me. How melancholies I am !—I will knog his belike having received wrong by some person, is at urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good most odds with his own gravity and patience that ever opportunities for the 'ork :-pless my soul! [Sings. you saw. To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Shal. I have lived fourscore years, and upward, I Melodious birds sing madrigals ;

never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, There will we make our peds of roses,

so wide of his own respect.
And a thousand fragrant posies.

Eva. What is he?
To shallow

Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius,
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. [Sings. the renowned French physician.
Melodious birds sing madrigals ;-

Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had When as I sat in Pabylon,

you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
And a thousand vagram posies.

Page. Why?
To shallow-

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates and Sim. [Coming forward.] Yonder he is coming, this Galen,--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave, way, sir Hugh.

as you would desires to be acquainted withal. Eva. He's welcome.

[Sings. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with To shallow rivers, to whose falls

him. Heaven prosper the right!—What weapons is he? Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! Sim. No weapons, sir.

There comes my master, Shal. It appears so, by his weapons.—Keep them master Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frog- asunder:-here comes doctor Caius. more, over the stile, this way.

Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. in your arms.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor.
Enter Page, Shallow, and SLENDER.

Host. Disarm them, and let them question: let them Shal. How now, master parson! Good-morrow, good keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.

as lief

Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your There is such a league between my good man and him! ear: verefore vill you not meet-a me?

Is your wife at home indeed ? Era. Pray you, use your patience: in good time. Ford. Indeed, she is.

Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir : I am sick, till I see ape.

her.

[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Era. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other Ford. Hath Page any brains! hath he any eyes? hath men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of one way or other make you amends.— I will knog your them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, urinals about your knave's cogscomb for missing your as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve score. meetings and appointments.

He pieces-out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly Caius. Diable ! Jack Rugby,—mine Host de Jarre- motion, and advantage: and now she's going to my tière, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear at de place I did appoint?

this shower sing in the wind :—and Falstaff's boy with Era. As I am a Christian soul, now, look you, this her !--Good plots !--they are laid; and our revolted is the place appointed. I'll be judgment by mine Host wives share damnation together. Well; I will take of the Garter.

him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of Host. Peace, I say! Gallia and Guallia, French and modesty from the so-seeming mistress Page, divulge Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer.

Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to Caius. Ay, dat is very good: excellent.

these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry Host. Peace, I say! hear mine Host of the Garter. aim. (Clock strikes ten.] The clock gives me my cue, Am I politic? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel? Shall and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and Falstaff. I shall be rather praised for this, than the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no- Falstaff is there : I will go. verbs.-Gire me thy hands, celestial and terrestrial ; Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, Sir Hugh $0.—Boys of art, I have deceived you both ; I have

Evans, Caius, and Rugby. | directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, Page, Shal. &c. Well met, master Ford. your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. Ford. Trust me, a good knot. I have good cheer at --Come, lay their swords to pawn.—Follow me, lad of home, and I pray you all go with me. peace; follow, follow, follow.

Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. Shal. Trust me, a mad host.–Follow, gentlemen, Slen. And so must I, sir: we have appointed to dine follor.

with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her Slen. O, sweet Anne Page!

for more money than I'll speak of. [Ereunt Shallow, SLENDER, Page, and Host. Shal. We have lingered about a match between Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat! have you make-a de Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we sot of us? ha, ha!

shall have our answer. Era. This is well, he has made us his vlouting-stog. Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page. -I desire you, that we may be friends, and let us knog Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly for our prains together to be revenge on this same scall, you :-but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether. scurry, cogging companion, the Host of the Garter. Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me: my

Caius. By gar, vit all my heart. He promise to bring nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive me too. Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? he 1 Eca. Well, I will smite his noddles.—Pray you, fol- capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes

Ereunt. verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: SCENE II.-A Street in Windsor.

he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he

will carry't. Enter Mistress Page and Robin.

Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The genMrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you tleman is of no having: he kept company with the were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a region; he Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or eye your knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his master's heels ?

fortunes with the finger of my substance: if he take Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a her, let him take her simply: the wealth I have man, than follow him like a dwarf.

waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that Mrs. Page. O! you are a flattering boy: now, I see, way. you'll be a courtier.

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

home Enter FORD.

with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you shall have 1

Ford. Well met, mistress Page. Whither go you? sport; I will show you a monster.--- Master doctor, you

Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: is she at shall go :- :--so shall you, master Page ;--and you, sir bene?

Hugh. Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, Shal. Well, fare you well.—We shall have the freer bu want of your company. I think, if your husbands wooing at master Page's. were dead, you two would marry.

[Exeunt Shallow and SLENDER. Mrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other husbands. Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. | Fud. Where had you this pretty weather-cock?

[Exit Rugby. Mra. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name Host. Farewell, my hearts. I will to my honest is my husband had him of.-What do you call your knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. [Exit Host. night's name, sirrah?

Ford. [Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipe-wine Rat. Sir John Falstaff.

first with him; I'll make him dance. Will you go, Ford. Sir John Falstaff!

gentles? Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name- AU. Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt.

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woman.

SCENE III.-A Room in Ford's House.

thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Come;

I cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. PagE.

many of these lisping haw-thorn buds, that come like Mrs. Ford. What, John! what, Robert !

women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly. Is the buck-basket- in simple-time : I cannot; but I love thee, none but Mrs. Ford. I warrant.-What, Robin, I say! thee, and thou deservest it. Enter Servants with a large Basket.

Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir. I fear, you love Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

mistress Page. Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.

Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge: we must be the Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the reek brief.

of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, and Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you; Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew-house; and and you shall one day find it. when I suddenly call you, come forth, and (without any Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. pause, or staggering) take this basket on your shoulders: Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do, or else that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it I could not be in that mind. among the whitsters in Datchet mead, and there empty Rob. [Within.] Mistress Ford ! mistress Ford! here's it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side. mistress Page at the door, sweating, and blowing, and Mrs. Page. You will do it?

looking wildly, and would needs speak with you preMrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; they sently. lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you are Fal. She shall not see me. I will ensconce me becalled.

[Exeunt Servants. hind the arras. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.

Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling Enter Robin.

[Falstaff hides himself. Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what news

Enter Mistress PAGE and Robin. with you?

What's the matter? how now! Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your

back- Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford! what have you done? door, mistress Ford, and requests your company. You're shamed, you are overthrown, you're undone for

Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been ever. true to us?

Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page ? Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: my master knows not of Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! having an your being here; and hath threatened to put me into honest man to your husband to give him such cause of everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it, for he swears he'll suspicion ! turn me away.

Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? Mrs. Page. Thou’rt a good boy ; this secrecy of Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?—Out upon thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a you! how am mistook in you! new doublet and hose.—I'll go hide me.

Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter? Mrs. Ford. Do so.—Go tell thy master, I am alone. Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, woman, Mistress Page, remember you your cue. (Exit Robin. with all the officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleMrs. Page. I warrant thee : if I do not act it, biss man, that, he says, is here now in the house, by your

[Exit Mrs. Page. consent, to take an ill advantage of his absence. You Mrs. Ford. Go to, then : we'll use this unwholesome are undone. humidity, this gross watery pumpion ;-we'll teach Mrs. Ford. 'Tis not so, I hope. him to know turtles from jays.

Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have Enter Falstaff.

such a man here ; but 'tis most certain your husband's Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? Why, coming, with half Windsor at his heels, to search for now let me die, for I have lived long enough: this is such a one: I come before to tell you. If you know the period of my ambition. O this blessed hour! yourself clear, why I am glad of it; but if you have a Mrs. Ford. O, sweet sir John !

friend here, convey, convey him out. Be not amazed; Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, call all your senses to you: defend your reputation, or mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish : I would bid farewell to your good life for ever. thy husband were dead, I'll speak it before the best Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?- There is a gentlelord, I would make thee my lady.

man, my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own shame, Mrs. Ford. Il your lady, sir John ? alas, I should be so much as his peril : I had rather than a thousand a pitiful lady.

pound, he were out of the house. Fal. Let the court of France show me such another. Mrs. Page. For shame! never stand “you had I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond : thou rather," and "you had rather.” your husband's here hast the right arched beauty of the brow, that becomes at hand ; bethink you of some conveyance: in the house the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian you cannot hide him.—0, how. have you deceived admittance.

me!-Look, here is a basket: if he be of any reasonMrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John : my brows able stature, he may creep in here ; and throw foul become nothing else ; nor that well neither.

linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking: or, it Fal. By the Lord, thou art a tyrant to say so : thou is whiting-time, send him by your two men to Datchet wouldst make an absolute courtier; and the firm fix- mead. ture of thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there. What shall gait in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou I do? wert, if fortune thy foe were not, nature thy friend :

Re-enter Falstaff. come, thou canst not hide it.

Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! 0, let me see't! Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in me. I'll in, I'll in.- Follow your friend's counsel.Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade | I'll in.

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Mrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff? Are these Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. your letters, knight?

Era. If there be any pody in the house, and in the Fal. I love thee : help me away; let me creep in chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven here; I'll never

forgive my sins at the day of judgment.
[He gets into the basket, and falls over : Caius. By gar, nor I too: dere is no bodies.

they cover him with foul linen. Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy. Call What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? I your men, mistress Ford.—You dissembling knight! would not have your distemper in this kind for the 1 Mrs. Ford. What, John! Robert ! John! [Exit wealth of Windsor Castle. Robin. Re-enter Servants.] Go, take up these clothes Ford. "Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer for it. here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff? look, how you Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is drumble : carry them to the laundress in Datchet mead; as honest a 'omans as I will desires among five thouquickly, come.

sand, and five hundred too. Enter FORD, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.

Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect without Ford. Well; I promised you a dinner.—Come, come, cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be your walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me; I will herejest; I deserve it.—How now! whither bear you this ? after make known to you, why I have done this.Sero. To the laundress, forsooth.

Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page: I pray you pardon 1. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they me; pray heartily, pardon me. bear it? you were best meddle with buck-washing. Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, we'll

Ford. Buck! I would I could wash myself of the mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I warrant you, house to breakfast ; after, we'll a birding together: Í buck, and of the season too, it shall appear. (Exeunt have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be so ? Serrants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I have dreamed Ford. Any thing. to-night: I'll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the commy keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out: pany. I'll warrant, we'll unkennel the fox.—Let me stop this Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd. way first :-50, now uncape.

Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you wrong Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on yourself too much.

the lousy knave, mine Host. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you Caius. Dat is good ; by gar, vit all my heart. shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. Erit. Eva. A lousy knave! to have his gibes, and his Era. This is fery fantastical humours, and jealousies. mockeries.

[Ereunt. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it is not

SCENE IV. A Room in Page's House. jealous in France.

Enter Fenton and ANNE PAGE. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen : see the issue of his search.

[Exeunt Page, Evans, and Caius. Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love ; ! Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this ? | Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.

Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that Anne. Alas! how then ? my husband is deceived, or sir John.

Fent.

Why, thou must be thyself. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your He doth object, I am too great of birth, busband asked who was in the basket!

And that my state being gall’d with my expense, Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of I seek to heal it only by his wealth. washing; so, throwing him into the water will do him Beside these, other bars he lays before me,a benefit.

My riots past, my wild societies; Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal ! I would all And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible of the same strain were in the same distress.

I should love thee, but as a property. Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special Anne. May be, he tells you true. suspicion of Falstaff's being here, for I never saw him Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come! so gross in his jealousy till now.

Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that; and we will was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
Fet have more tricks with Falstaff': his dissolute dis- Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
ease will scarce obey this medicine.

Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, mis- And 'tis the very riches of thyself
tress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the That now I aim at.
water; and give him another hope, to betray him to Anne.

Gentle master Fenton, another punishment?

Yet seek my father's love ; still seek it, sir : 1

Mrs. Page. We'll do it: let him be sent for to-mor- If opportunity and humblest suit row eight o'clock, to have amends.

Cannot attain it, why then,—Hark you hither. Re-enter FORD, Page, Carus, and Sir Hugh Evans.

[They talk apart. Ford. I cannot find him : may be, the knave brag- Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly. ged of that he could not compass.

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly, my kinsMrs. Page. Heard you that?

man shall speak for himself. Mrs. Ford. You use me well, master Ford, do you? Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't. 'Slid, 'tis but Ford. Ay, I do so.

venturing. Urs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your Shal. Be not dismay'd. boughts!

Slen. No, she shall not dismay me : I care not for Ford. Amen.

that, but that I am afeard. Wrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master Quick. Hark ye; inaster Slender would speak a word

Ford.

with you.

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