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I'll warrant, we'll unkennel the fox:-Let me stop this way first :-So, now uncape.
Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much.
Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. [Exit.
Eva. This is very fantastical humours, and jealousies.
Caius By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France: it is not jealous in France.
Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue of his search. [Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.
Mrs Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?
Mrs Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or sir John.
Mrs Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket !
Mrs Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
Mrs Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the same strain were in the same distress.
Mrs Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
Mrs Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
Mrs Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment ?
Mrs Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to-morrow eight o'clock, to have amends.
Re-enter Forn, PAGE, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.
Ford, I cannot find him ; may be the knave bragged of that, he could not compass.
Mrs Page. Heard you that?
Mrs Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me well, master Ford, do you?
Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs Ford. Heaven make you better than your thoughts !
Ford. Amen. Mrs Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master Ford.
Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it..
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment !
Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. * Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed ? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not have your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it.
Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too,
Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.
Ford. Well ;-I promised you a dinner :- Come, come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I have done
this.—Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.
Page. Let's go in, gentlenien; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush : Shall it be so ?
Ford. Any thing.
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd.
Era. In your teeth : for shame.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
SCENE IV.-A Room in Page's House.
Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page. Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love ; Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan.
Anne. Alas! how then?
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
My riots past, my wild societies;
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
Anne. Gentle master Fenton,
[They converse apart.
Enter Shallow, SLENDER, and Mrs Quickly.
Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself.
Slın. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : slid, 'tis but venturing.
Shal. Be not dismay’d.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me : I care not for that,- but that I am afeard.
Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word with you.
Anne. I come to him.- This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year !
[ Aside. Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle can tell you good jests of him :-Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a 'squire.
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have had motions : if it be my luck, so: if not, happy man be