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Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew, your worship) ja wise and patient churchman: you must go with would kill hin, if he came.

me, master doctor. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as 1 Host. Pardon, guest justice :- A word, monvill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell sieur mock-water'. you how I vill kill himn.

5 Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat? Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Curus. Villan-a, take your rapier.

valour, bully. Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page. as de Englishman:-Scurvy-jack-dog-priest! by Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor.

10gar, me vill cut his ears. Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius.

Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Page. Now, gond master doctor.

Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat? Slin. Give you good-morrow,


Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. Vat 'be all you, one, two, tree, four, Caius. By gar, me do look he shall clapper-decome tor?

15 claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin', to see Host. And I will provoke him to’t, or let hini thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to wag. see thee pass thy punto, thy stock", thy reverse, thy Caius. Me tank you for dat. distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian Host. And moreover, bully, -But first, master is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully? What says 20 guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder | go you through the town to Frogmore? ha! is be dead, bully Stale? is he dead?

(Aside to them. Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? of de vorld; he is not shew his face.

Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; Host. Thou art a Castilian s king, Urinal !125 and I will bring the doctor about the fields: will Hector of Greece, my boy!

it do well? Caius. I pray you bear vitness dat me have Shall. We will do it. stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and All. Adieu, good master doctor. he is no come.

[Excunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he 30 Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies ; it speak for a jack-a-nape to Anne Page. you should fight, you go against the hair of your Host. Let hiin die: but, first, sheath thv improfessions: is it not true, master Page ? patience; throw cold water on thy choler: go

Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been about the fields with me through Frogmore; I a great fighter, though now a man of

peace. |35 will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a Shal. Body-kins, master Page, though I now farm-house a feasting ; and thou shalt woo her : be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my Cry'd game', said I well? finger itches to make one: though we are justices, Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we I love you, and I shall procure-a you de good have some salt of our youth in us; we are the 40 guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, sons of women, master Page.

iny patients. Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary Shul. It will be found so, master Page. Master toward Anne Page, said I well? doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. ] Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vel said. am sworn of the peace: you have shew'd yourself 45 Host. Leg us wag then. a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shewn himself Caius. Comeat my heels, Jack Rugby. [Ereunt.

To foin, was the ancient term for making a thrust in fencing, or tilting. * Stock is a corruption of stocata, Ital. from which language the technical terms that follow, are also adopted. We must remember, to make this joke relish, that the elder tree has no heart. Probably ihis expression was made use of in opposition to the common one, heart of oak. * The reason for calling Caius bully Stale, and afterwards Urinal, must be sufficiently obvious to every reader. Castilian and Ethinpian, like Cataian, appear in our author's time to have been cant terms. This is a proverbial phrase, and is taken from stroking the hair of animals a contrary way to that in which it grows, and is of similar import with that now in use, against the grain. ? Perhaps by mock-water, is meant counterfeit. The water of a gem is a technical term. Dr. Warburton thinks it should be read thus, CRY AIM, said I well? i. e. consent to it, approve of it. Have not I made a good proposal for to cry aim signities to consent to, or approve of any thing. The phrase was taken originally from archery. Mr. Steevens defends, however, the present reading, and conjectures, that cry'd game night mean in those days—a profess'd buck, one who was as well known by the report of his gallantry, as le could have been by proclamation.



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son, is at most odds with his own gravity and Frogmore.

patience, that ever you saw.

Shal. I have liv'd fourscore years, and upEnter Erans and simple,

ward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity; Era.


PRAY you now, good master Slender's 5 and learning, so wide of his own respect.

serving-man, and friend Simple by your Eru. What is he? name, which way hare you looked for master Page. I think you know him ; master doctor Cails, that calls himself Doctor of Physick ? Caius, the renowned French physician.

Simp. Marry, sir, the Pitty-wary', the Park- Eva. Gol's will, and his passion o'my heart! I ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every 10 had as lief you would tell me ofa mess of porridge. way but inė town way.

Pog: Why? Era. I most feheniently desire you, you will Evu. Ile has no more knowledge in lliboalso lcok that way.

crates and Galen,—and tie is a knave besides; a Simp. I will, sir.

cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acErd. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, 15 quainted withal. and trempling of mind !-- shall be glad, if ne Page. I warrant you, he's the man should have deceiv'u me: how melancholies I am!- -- right with him. will knog his urinals about his knave's costard, Slen. (), sweet Anne Page ! when I have good opportunities for the 'ork:

Enier Host, Caius, and Rugby. ?pless my soul!

[Sings. 20 Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep By shallow rivers, to zwhose falls

them asunder;-here comes doctor Cails.
Nietodious birds sing madriguls ;

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your
There will we make our peds of roses, weapon.
And a thousand tragrant posies.

Shul. So do you, good master doctor.
By shallow

25 flost. Disarm them, and let them question; let 'Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. them keep their limbs whole, andhack our English,

Melodious birds sing madrignis;-

Caius. I pray you, iel-a me speak a word vit
When as I sat in Babylon.-

your ear: Veresore vill you not meet-a me? And a thousanit rrugrunt posics.

Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good tiine. By sha love

[Ilugh.34. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir

dog, John ape. Eru. He's welcome:

Era. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to By shallow rivers, to whose falls- other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, Heaven prosper the right! -What weapons is he: and will one way or other make you amends :)

Simp. No weapons, sir: There comes my mas-35 will knog your urinals about your knave's couster, master Shallow, and another gentleman from combs, for missing your meetings and appointFrogmore, over the stile, this way.

ments. Eru. Pray you, give me my gown; or else Caius. Diable! ---Jack Rugby,-mine Iłost de keep it in your arms.

Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? Enter Puge, Shallow, and Slender. 40 have I not, at de place I did appoint? Shal. How now, master parson. Good-inor- Era. As I am a christians soul, now, look

vou, row, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by dice, and a good student from his book, and it is mine host of the Garter. wonderful.

Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page!

45 and Welch, soul-curer and body.curer. Puge. Save you, good sir Hugh!

Cuius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent! Etu. ’Pless vou from his mercy sake,all of you ! Ilost. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar

Shal. What! the sword and the word! do you ter. Am I politick? am I subtle? am I alastudy them both, master parson?

chiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? no; be gives me Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and 50 the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parhose, this raw rheumatick day?

sonmy priest? my sir Hugh? no; he gives me Eiu. There is reasons and causes for it. the pro-verbs, and ihe no-verbs. Give me thy

Page. We are come to you, to do a good of- hand, terrestrial; so:-Give methy hand, celestial: fice, master parson.

10.--Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both; Thare Era. Fery well : What is it?

53 directed you to wrong places: your hearts are Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, miglite, your skins are whole, and iet burnt sackbea whu, belike, having receiv'd wrong by some per- luhe issue.---Come, lay their swords to paun:i The old clitions read, the Piltie-ward, the norlern clitors, the Pit!y-wary.

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Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. Thegives her folly motion, and advantage: and now Shal. Trust me, a mad host.–Follow, gentle- she's going to my wife, and Falstail's boy with her.

A man may hear this shower sing in the wind! Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !

and Falstail's boy with her !----Good plots ![Eseunt Shul. Sten. Puge, and Host. 5 they are laid; and our revolted wives share damCaius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you nation together. Well; I will take him, then tormake-a de sot of us? ha! ha!

ture my wife, pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty Eru. This is weil: he has made us his vlouting- from the so seeming inistress Page, divulge Page stog. -I vesire you, that we may be friends; and himself for a secure and wilful Actaon; and to let us knog our prains together to be revenge on 10 these violent proceedings all my neighbours shallthis saine scald , scurvy, cogging companion, the cry aim'. The clock gives me my cue, and my bost of the Garter.

assurance bids me search; there I shall find FaiCa us. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to staff: I shall be rather prais'd for this, than bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive mock'd; for it is as positive as the earth is firm,

15 that Falstail is there : I will go. Era. Well, I will smite his noddles:--Pray Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, and you follow.


Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford.
The street in Windsor.

Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good

20 cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. Enter Mistress Page und Robin.

Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. Alrs. Pagr. May, heep your way, little gal- Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to lant: you were wont to be a follower, but now dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break you are a leader: Whether had you rather lead with her for more money than I'll speak of. mine eyes, or eve your master's heels ?

25 Shal. We have lmger'd about a match between Rob.' I had rather, forsooth, go before you like Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day a man, than follow him like a dwarf.

we shall have our answer. lirs. Puge. O, you are a flattering boy; now Slen. I hope I have your good-will, fa:her Page: I see, you'll be a courtier.

Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly Entor Ford.

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my wife, master doctor, is for you Fird. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go altogether.

Caius. Ay, by gar, and de maid is love-a-me; Airs. Puge. Truly, sir, to see your wife; is my nursh-a Quichly tell me so mush. she at home?

Host. What say you to young master Fenton? Fird. Ay; and as idle as she may hang toge-35 he capers, he dancés, he has eyes of youth, he ther, for want of company: I think if your hus- writes verses, he speaks holy-day*, he smells bands were dead, you two would marry. April and May: he will carry't, he will carry 't;

Alrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other hus- 'tis his buttons' ; he will carry 't. bards.

Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock: 40 gentleman is of no having“: he hept company

Nirs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his with the wild prince and Poins; he is ot too high naine is my husband had him of: What do you a region, he knows too inuch. No, he shall not call your knight's name, sirrah?

knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my Rob. Sir John Falstaff.

substance: if he take her, let him take her simuFord. Sir John Falstaff!

45 ply; the wealth I have waits 'on my consent, Mrs. Page. He, he! I can never hit on's name. and my consent goes not that way. There is such a league between my good man and Ford. I beseech you, hearily, some of you go he!-Is your wise at home, indeed?

heme with me to dinner: besides your cheer, Ford. Indeed she is.

you shall have sport; I will shew you a monMirs. Puge. By your leave, sir;—lam sick’ti150 ster.--Master doctor, you shall go ;-so shall I see her. [Exeunt Nirs. Page and Robin. you, master Page;—and you, sir Ilugh.

Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes: Shal. Well, fare you well:---we shall have the hath he any thinking sure they sleep; he hath treer wooing at master Page's. use of them. Why,this boy willcarry a letter twenty Cuius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point blank 55 Hoit. Farewell, my hearts : I will to


hotwelve score. He pieces-out his wite's inclination; nest knight Falstatt, and drink canary with hiin. Scail was an old word of reproach, as scab was afterwards. Seeming is specious.

3 That is, shall encourage. * That is, in an high-tlown, fustian style. It was called a holi-day strile, from the old custom of acting their farces of the mysteries and moralities, which were turgid and bombast, on holy-days. This alludes to an old custom among the country fellows, of trying whetiier they should succeed with their mi-tresses, by carrying the buichelor's buitons (a piant whose towers resemble a coat-button) in their pockets; and they judged of their good or hvad success, by their growing, or their not growing there. Having is the same as esiute or fortune. 01






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Ford. (Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipe: Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, vine ' first with him; I'll make him dance. inistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I Will you go, gentles ?

would thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before Ali, Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt. the best lord, I would make thee my lady.

5 M/rs. Ford. I your lady, sir John alas, I SCENE III.

should be a pitiful lady. Ford's House.

lal. Let the court of France shew me such Enter Mrs. Ford, Mrs. Page, and scrrants with another: I see how thine eve would emulate the a bushet.

diamond: Thou hast the right arched bent of the A1rs. Ford. What, John! What, Robert ! 10 brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant,

Mrs. Page. Quickly, quichly; is the buck- or any tire of Venetian admittance. basket

Mrs.Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my brows Mrs. Ford. I warrant:-.- What, Robin, I say. become nothing else ; nor that well neither. Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

Fal. Thou art a traitors to say so; thou would'st Mrs. Ford. Here, sit down.

15 make an absolute courtier; and the firni fixture of Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge; we thy foot would give an excellent inotion to thy must be brief.

gait, in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what 1rs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, thou wert, if fortune thy foe were not; nature is and Robert, be really here hard hy in the brew. thy friend: Come, thou can’st not hide it. house; and when I sucidenly call on you, come 20 Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing

I forth, and (without any pause, or staggering) take this basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge Ful. What made me love thee? let that perwith it in all haste, and carry it among the whit- suade thee, there's something extraordinary in sters in Datchet mead, and there empty it in the thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this muddy ditch, close by the Thames side. 125 and that, like a many of these lisping haw-thorn Mrs. Page. You will do it?

buds, that come like women in men's apparel, Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; and smell like Buckler's-bury in simple-time; ! they lack no direction: Be gone, and come cannot: but I love thee; none but thee; and when you are call’d.

[Exeunt Servants. thou deservest it. Mrs. Puge. Here comes little Robin. 301 Mfrs. Ford. Do not betray me, Enter Robin.

love mistress Page, Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket? what Fal. Thou might'st as well say I love to walk news with you?

by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me Rob. My master sir John is come in at your back- as the reek of a line-kiln. door, mistress Ford; and requests your company. 35 A'rs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love

Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent', have you you; and you shall one day find it. been true to us?

Fal. k cep in that mind; I'll deserve it. Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn : My master knows not Mirs, Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; of your being here; and hath threaten'd to put or else I could not be in that mind. me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; 40 Rob. [Within.] Mistress Ford, mistress Ford! for, he swears, he'll turn me away.

There's mistress Page at the door, sweating, and Mrs. Puge. Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make speak with you presently: thee a new doublet and hose.--I'll go hide me. Ful. She'shall not see me; I will ensconce me

Mrs.Ford. Doso:Gotellthy master,l amalone. 45 behind the arras.
Mistress Page,rememberyou your cue. [Exit Rob. Mrs. Ford. Pray you do so; she's a very tat-
Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, tling woman.

[Falsteri hides hiwist. [Erit Mrs. Puge.

Enter Virs. Puge. Airs. Ford. Go to, then ;-we'll use this un- What's the matter? how pow? wholesome humidity, this gross watry pumpion ; 50 Alrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you --we'll teach you to know turties from jays. done? you're sham'd, you are overthrown, you Enter Falstati.

are undone for ever. Ful. Ilave I caught thee, my hearenly jezel? Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Why, now let me die, for I have lis'd long Page? enough ; this is the period of my ambition : 055 Mirs, Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! harthis blessed hour!

ing an honest man to your husband, to give him Mos. Ford. ( sweet sir John!

such cause of suspicion! Pipe is known to be a vessel of nine, now containing two hogsheads. Pipe wine is therefore wine, not from the bottle, but the pipe; and the jest consists in the ambiguity of the worel, which signities both a cask of wine, and a inusical instrument. 2 Evas-musket is the same as injunt Lillipuiiun. 'A Juch o'lent was a puppet thrown at in Lent, like sbroup-cocks. * The speaker here tells his mistress, she had a face that would become all the head-dresses in tation. That is, to thy own merit. Buckteris-bury, in the time of Slakspeare, was chieily inhabited by druggists, wha soli all kinds of herbs, green as well as dry.

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Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? | Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of

Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I wara upon you !-how am I mistook in you!

rant you, buck; and of the season, too, it shall Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter? appear. [Exeunt Servants with the basket.]

Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming bither, wo-5 Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night ; I'll tell you man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend for a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the my chambers, search, seek, find out: I'll warrant house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage we'll unkennel the fox :-Let me stop this way of his absence: You are undone.

first :-So, now, uncape”. Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[ Aside.] 'Tis not 10 Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you so, I hope.

wrong yourself tou much. Alrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels,

[Exit. to search for such a one. I come before to tell 15 Era. This is fery fantastical humours, and you: If you know yourself clear, why I am glad jealousies. of it: but if you have a friend here, convey hin, Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fasbion of France: convey him out. Be not amaz'd; call all your it is not jealous in France. tenses to you; defend your reputation, or bid Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the farewell to your good life for ever,

20 issue of his search.

[Ereunt. Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?-There is a gen- Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not inine own in this? shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me betthousand pound, he were out of the house. ter, that my husband is deceiv'd, or sir John.

Dirs. Puge. For shame, never stand you had 25 Mrs. Puge. What a taking was he in, when rather, and you had rather; your husband's here your

husband ask'd who was in the basket ! at hand, bethink you of some conveyance : in the Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid, he will have need house you cannot hide him.-Oh, how have

you of washing ; so throwing him into the water will deceived me!-Look, here is a basket; if he be do him a benefit. of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here ; 30 Mrs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would and throw foul linen upon him, as if it were go- all of the same strain were in the same distress. ing to bucking : Or, it is whiting-time, send him Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some speby your two men to Datchet mead.

cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. shall I do?

35 Mrs, Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And Re-enter Falstaff:

we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: bis Fal. Let me see't, let me see 't! O let me see't! dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. I'll in, l'il in ;-follow your friend's counsel ;- Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, I'll in.

mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwMrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff? Are these 40 ing into the water; and give him another hope, your letters, knight?

to betray bim to another punishment? Fal. I love thee,-help me away: let me creep Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for in here; I'll never

[linen. to-morrow, eight o'clock, to have amends. [He goes into the basket, theycover him witle foul Re-enter Ford, Page, and the rest ut a distance.

Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy : 45 Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave Call your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling brag'd of that he could not compass. knight!

Mrs. Page. Heard you

that? Mirs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! Go, take Alrs. Ford. I, I; 'peace :

-You use ine up these clothes here, quickly; Where's the cowl- well, master Ford, do you? staff? look, how you druinble': carry them to the 50! Ford. Ay, I do so. laundress in Datchet mead; quickly, come. Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than Enter Ford, Page, Cuius, und Sir Hugh Evans. your thoughts!

Ford. Pray you, come near: If I suspect with- Ford. Amen. out cause, why then make sport at me, then let Mrs. Puge. You do yourself mighty wrong, me be

your jest, I deserve it.-How now ? whi-155 master Ford. ther bear you this?

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Sert. To the laundress, forsooth.

Era. If there be any pody in the house, and in Mirs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whi- thechambers, and in the cotlers, and in the presses, ther they bear it you were best meddle with heaven forgive my sins at the day of judginent!

1601 Caius. By gar, nor I too; there is no bodies. Look, how ymi drumble, means, how confiesed you are, In the North, drumbled ale, means muddy, disturb'd ale. - This alludes to the stopping every hole at which a fox could enter, before dey uncape or turn himout of the bag in which he was brought. Every one has heard of a bug-for.


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