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Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John аре.

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's bumours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends :- I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb, for missing your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable !-Jack Rugby,—mine Host de Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eva. As I am a christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgement by mine host of the Garter.

Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French and Welch; soul-curer and body-curer.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent !

Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politick? am I subtle? am I a Machiavel ? Shall ' I lose my doctor ? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs. -Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so :-Give me thy hand, celestial; so.— Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places : your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.—Come, lay their swords to pawn :-Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow.

Shal. Trust ine, a mad host :— Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !

[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, Page, and Host.

Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of us ? ha, ha!

Eva. This is well; he has inade us his vloutingstog.-1 desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter.

Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive me too.

Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles :- Pray you, follow.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The Street in Windsor.

Enter Mistress PagE and Robin. Mrs Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader: Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels ?

Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf.

Mrs Page. O you are a flattering boy; now, I see, you'll be a courtier.

Enter Ford.
Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you?

Mrs Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she at home?

Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company: I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.

Mrs Page. Be sure of that,—two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock?

Mrs Page. I cannot tell what the dickens bis name is my husband had him of: What do you call your knight's name, sirrah?

Rob. Sir John Falstaff.
Ford, Sir John Falstaff!

Mrs Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name.There is such a league between my good man and he ! -is your wife at home, indeed ?

Ford. Indeed, she is.

Mrs Page. By your leave, sir:- I am sick, till I see her.

[Exeunt Mrs Page and Robin. Förd. Has Page any brains ? hath be any eyes ? bath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind !-and Falstaff's boy with her! -Good plots !-they are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well; I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty from the so seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aimn. [Clock strikes.] The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked: for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there: I will Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, Sir Hugh

go.

Evans, Caius, and Rugby. Shai. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford.

Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me.

Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford.

Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.

Shal. We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.

Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page.

Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly for you :—but my wife, master doctor, is for you altogether.

Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me: my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush.

Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holyday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; ’tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The gentleman is of no having: he kept company with the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance; if he take her, let hiin take her simply: the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes not that way.

Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you shall have sport; I will show you a monster. - Master doctor, you shall go ;-so shall you, master Page;—and you, sir Hugh.

Shal. Well, fare you well :—we shall have the freer wooing at master Page's.

[Exeunt Shallow and SLENDER. Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.

[Exit Rugby. Host. Farewell, my hearts; I will to my honest knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. [Exit Host.

Ford. [Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipe-wine first with him; I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles ? All. Have with you, to see this monster.

[Exeunt.

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

Enter Mrs Ford and Mrs Page. Mrs Ford. Wbat, John! what, Robert! Mrs Page. Quickly, quickly: Is the buck-basketMrs Ford. I warrant:- What, Robin, I say.

Enter Servants with a Basket.
Mrs Page. Come, come, come.
Mrs Ford. Here, set it down.

Mrs Page. Give your inen the charge; we must be brief.

Mrs Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew-house; and

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