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| Era. He is a good sprag ’ memory. Farewell Quic. Truly I thought there had been one linistress Page. number more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Puge. Adieu good sir Hugh. Get you

Era. Peace your tatlings. What is fair. Will home, boy.-Come, we stay too long. [Excunt, Will. Pulcher.

[liam: 5

SCENE II. Quic. Poul-cats! there are fairer things than poul-cats, sure.

Fords House. Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray

Enter Fulstaff and Mrs. Ford. you, peace. What is Lapis, Williamı?

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Will. A stone.

10my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in Eva. And what is a stone, William?

Jyour love, and I prosess requital to a hair's Will. A pebble.

breadth; not only, mistress Ford, in the simple Eva. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember lotice of love, but in all the accoutrement, coinin your prain.

lplement, and cereinony of it. But are you sure Will. Lapis.

115 of your husband now? Eva. That is a good William: What is he,

Alrs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet sir John. William, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa, gossip Ford! Will. Articles are borrow'd of the pronoun; and

and what hoa! be thus declin'd, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, bec, boc. | Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Era. Nominativo, hig, hug, hog: pray you, 201

[Erit Falstaff. mark: genitivo, hujus: Well, what is your accusative case ?

Enter Mrs. Pagc. Will. Accusative, hinc.

Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, home besides yourself? child; Accusativo, hung, lung, hog.

25/ Mrs. Ford. Why, none but my own people. Quic. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Mrs. Page. Indeed?

Aside. you.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly- Speak louder. Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is Mrs. Puge. Truly, I ain so glad you have 110the focative case, William ?

body here.. Will. 0-vocativo, 0.

30 Mrs. Ford. Why? Eva. Remember, William; focative is, caret. | Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in Quic. And that's a good root.

This old lunes ' again: he so takes on * yonder with Era. 'Oman, forbear.

my husband; sorails against all married mankind; Mrs. Page. Peace.

[liam?! so curses all Eve's daughters, of what coinplexion Era. What is your genitive case plural, Wil-135 soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, Will. Genitive case ?

crying, Peer-out, peer-out! that any madness, Eva. Ay.

II ever yet beheld, seem'd but tameness, civility, Will. Genitive, horum, harum, horum.

and patience, to this distemper he is in now: I Quic. 'Vengeance of Giney's case! tie on her! jam glad the fat knight is not here. nerer name her, child, if she be a whore. 1401 Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Eva. For shame, 'oman.

i Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he Quic. You do ill to teach the child such words: was carried out, the last time he search'd for him, . he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll in a basket; protests to my husband, he is now do fast enough of themselves; and to call ho- There; and hath drawn him and the rest of their rum:-fie upon you!

145 company from their sport, to make another expeEra. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no riment of his suspicion: but I ain glad the knight understanding for thy cases, and the numbers of lis not here; now he shall see his own foolery. the genders? thou art a foolish christian crea | Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? tures, as I would desires.

Alrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will Alrs. Page. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace. 50 be here anon.

Era. Shew me now, William, some declen | Mrs. Ford. I am undone!-the kuight is here. sions of your pronouns.

Mrs. Page. Why, then thou art utterly sham'd, Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

and he's but a dead man. What a woman are Eva. It is ki, ke, cod; if you forget your kies, you? Away with him, away with him; better your kas, and your cods, you must be preeches'.155/shame than murther. Go your ways and play, go.

| Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the thought he was.

1 Ibasket again?

* Sir Hugh means to say, You must be breech'd, i. e. flogg'd. To breech is to flog. ? This word is still in use, and signifies ready, alert, sprightly: it is pronounced as if it was written-sprack.

That is, lunacy, frenzy. * To take on, now used for to grieve, seems to be used by our author for to rage. That is, appear horns.

Enter

Enter Fulsta:11

llrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basketagain on your Fil. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: Mayl Ishoulders; your master is hard at door; it he bid I not go out, ere he come?

Hvou set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Ulrs. Puge. Alas, three of master Ford's bro-1

Ercunt lirs. Page and lrs. Ford. ther's watch the door with pistol., that none 5

Enter Serruns with the basket. should issue out; otherwise you migit slip away i Sero. Come, come, take up. ere he came.-- But what make you here?

| 2 Sri. Pray heaven, it be not full of the Fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the knight again. chimney. .

i Seri. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much ilrs.lord. There they always used to discharge 10 lead. their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Ford, Shulloru, Page, Cuius, and Sir Ful. Where is it?

Hugh Ertils. Drs. Ford. He will sech there, on my word. Ford. Av, but if it prove true, master Page, have Neither press, cofter, chest, trunk, well, vault, vou any way then to unfool ine again?--Set down but he hath an abstract' for the remembrance 15 the bushet, villain:--Somebody call my wife:of such places, and goes to them by his note: Youth in a basket! Oh, you pandarly rascals! There is no hiding you in the house.

there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy,against ral. I'll go out then.

me: Now shall the devil be sham'd.- What! ilrs. Ford. If you go out in your own sem- witi', I say! come, come forth; behold what lioblance, vou die, sir John; unless you go out dis-20 nest cloaths you send forth to bleaching. guis'l- How might we disguise hin?

| Page. Why, this passes* ! Master Ford, you are Mrs. Pug'. Alas the day, I now not. There not to go loose any longer; you must be pinion'd. is no woman's gown big enough for hiin; other | Era. Why this is lunatics! this is mad as mad wise, he might put on a hat, a mutiler, and a dog! kerchiet, and so escape.

25Shul. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; Ful. Good hearts, devise something: any ex-l indeed. tremity, rather than a mischief.

Euter Mrs. Ford. Ulrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, sir.-Come bither, misBrentford, has a gown above.

I tress Ford;- mistress Ford, the honest woman, 171's. Puge. On my word, it will serve him ; 30 the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath she's as big as he is; and there's her thium ? hat, lihe jealous fool to her husband !-I suspect withand her mutller '100: Ru up, sir Jolin.

Jout cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. ford. Go go, sweet sir Jobm: mistress | lrs, Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Page, and I, will look some linen for your head. you suspect me in any dishonesty.

Mrs. Puge. Quick, quick; we'llcome dress vou 351 Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.straight : putonthegownthewhile. [Erit Filsiuil. Come forthi, sirrah. [Pulls the clouths out of the lirs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet | Page. This passest.

[basket, himn in this shape: he cannot abide ibe oid woman | Alrs. Foril. Are you not asham'd? let the at Brentford ; he swears, she's a witch, forbade cloaths alune. her my house, and hath threatened t beat her. Ho Ford, I shall find you anon. · Mlrs. Puge. Heaven guide him to thy husband's | Era. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your eudgel; and the devil guide his cudgelafternard! wife's cloaths? come away. Ulrs. Ford. But is my husband coming?

Ford. Empty the basket, I say. Mrs. Puge. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and Jlrs. Ford. Ihy, man, why, -talks of the basket tvo, howsoever he hath bac 15 Fordd. Master Page, as I am a man, there was intelligence.

one convey'd out of my house yesterday in this dlrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my basket; Why may not he be here again: In my men to carry the basket again, to meet him all house I am sure he is: my intelligence is true; the door with it, as they did last time.

| my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me out all the Ulrs. Puge. Nay, but he'll be here presently: 50 linen. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Urs. Ford. If you find a man there he shall

Ulrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men what they! vie a tlea's death. shali do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man. for him straight.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Mrs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we 55 Ford; this wrongs "you. cannot inisuse him enougi.

Ern. Miaster fordd, you must prav, and not We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, I follow the imaginations of your own heart: this Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:

is jealousies. We do not act, that often jest and laughi;

Tord. Well, he's not here I seck for. "Tis old but true, Still swine cut all the draugh. 601 Page. No, nor no where else but in your brain.

I That is, a list, an inventory. 2 The thrun is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making coarse hats. A inufer was some part of dress that cover'd the face. To pass ineans here, to go beyond bounds. Meaning, this is below your character.

Ford.

Ford. Help to search my house this one time: in 1 Mrs. Page. Yea, by all means, if it be but to I find not what I seek, shew no colour for my ex- scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. tremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; Jet If they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirthem say of me, As jealous as Ford, that search'd tuous fat knight shall be any further aftlicted, we a hollow wall-nut for his wife's leman'. Satisty 5 two will be still the ministers. me once more, once more search with me. | Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him pube

Mrs. Ford. What boa, mistress Page! come licly sham'd: and, methinks, there would be no you and the old woman down; my husband will period” to the jest, should he not be publicly come into the chamber.

shan’d. Ford. Old woman! what old woman's that? 10 Mrs. Puge. Come, to the forge with it, then,

Mirs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of shape it: I would not have things cool. [Exeunt, Brentford. Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening

SCENE III. quean! Have I not forbid her my houise? She

The Garter inn. comes of errands, does she? We are simple men:15

Enter Host and Burdolph. we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of by spells, by the figure, and such daubery 2 as your horses: the duke himself will be to-inorrow this is : beyond our element : we know no- at court, and they are going to meet him. thing.---Come down, you witch; you hag you, 20 Host. What duke should that be, comes so secome down I say.

cretly? I hear not of him in the court: let me Mrs. Ford. Nay, good sweet husband ;-good speak with the gentlemen; they speak English? gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman. Bard. Sir, I'll call them to you. Enter Fulstaffinuomen's clouths,led by Mrs. Puge. Host. They shall have my borses ; but I'

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give|25 make them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had me your hand.

my houses a week at command; I have turn'd Ford. I'll prat her:- Out of my doors, you away my other guests: they must come oils ; I'll witch! [Beats him.] you hag, you baggage, you sauce them: come.

[Exeunt. poulcat, you ronyon'! out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you.

[Erit Fal. 301

SCENE IV. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashan’d? I think,

Ford's house. you have kill'd the poor woman. Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it:-'Tis a good!) Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and

Sir Hugh Eruns. credit for you. Ford. Hang her, witch!

351 Era. 'Tis one of the best discretions of a’omans . Era. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is al as ever I did look upon. vitch indeed: Ilike not when a 'omans has al P age. And did he send you both these letters great peard; I spy a great peard under his mutiler. at an instant ?

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. you follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: 1140 Ford. Pardon me, wile: Hencetorth do what I cry out thus upon no trail', never trust me

thou wilt: when I open again.

I rather will suspect the sun with cold, [stand, Page. Let's obey his humour a little further:- Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy bonour Come, gentlemen.

[Ereunt. In him that was of late an heretic, Mrs.Page. Trust me he beat him most pitifully. 45 As firm as faith.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he lid not; | Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. he beat him most irpitiully, methought.

Be not as extreme in submission, Mrs. Puge. I'll have the cudgel hallow'd, and As in oitence; bung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious ser- But let our plot go forward ; let our wives vice.

50 Yet once again, to make us public sport, Vrs. Ford. What think you? may we, with the Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Where we may take him, and disgrace hin for it. conscience, pursue him with any further revenge Ford. There is nobetterwaythan that theyspokeof.

Jirs. I'age. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, | Page. How? to send hiin word they'll ineet him scard out of him; if the devil have him not in fee1551 in the park simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, 1 At midnight! fie, fie; he will never come. think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. 1 Eru. You say, he hath been thrown into the

Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we rivers; and hath peen grievously peaten, as an old have served him?

I l'oinan: methinks, there should be terrors in him, ? Lorer. Leman is derived from leef, Dutch, beloved, and man. ? Dauberies are disguises. ? Ronyon, applied to a wornan, imports much the saine with scull or scab spoken of a man.* This expression is borrowed froin hunting. Truil is the scent left by the passage of the game. To cry on, is to opon or burk, Meaning, there would be no proper catastrophe. That is, they must pay. F

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that he should not come: methinks, his tiesh is and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the punish’d, he shall have no desires.

| knight with iny taber. Page. So think I too.

Il ford. This will be excellent. I'll go buy them · Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him

vizards. when he comes,

15Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all And let us two devise to bring him hither.

the fairies, Mrs. Puge. There is an old tale gves, that Finely attired in a robe of white. Herne the hunter,

| Page. That silk will I go buy ;-and in that time Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Shall master Slender stealmy Nan away, Aside. Doth all the winter tinc, at still inidnight, 10 And marry her at Eton. Go, send to Falstaff Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;

straight. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; | Ford, Nay,l'll to him again in the name of Brook: And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a We'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come. In a most hideous and dreadful manner: [chain | Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us proYou have heard of such a spirit; and well you 15 And tricking for our fairies.

[perties The superstitious idle-headed eld? [know, Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleaReceiv'd, and did deliver to our age,

| sures, and fery honest kvaveries. This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. [fear!

[Erennt Page, Ford, and Erans. Page. Why, yet there want not many, that doi | Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: 20 Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind. But what of this?

[Exit Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device;

I'll to the doctor; he hath my good-will, That Falstati' at that oak shall meet with us. And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. We'll send him word to meet us in the field, That Slender, though well-landed, is an ideot; Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. 25 And he my husband best of all affects :

Päge. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, The doctor is well-money'd, and his friends And in this shape: When you have brought him Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her, thither,

Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave What shall be done with him ? what is your plot:

(Exit. Mrs. Page. That likewise we have though1|30

SCENE V. upon, and thus: Nan Page iny daughter, and my little son, [dress

· The Garter inn. And there are four more of their growth, we'll

Enter Host and simple. Like urchins', ouphes, and fairies, green and white, Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, 135 thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden,

quick, snap. As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,

| Simp. Narry, sir, I come to speak with sir Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once John Falstaff from master Slender. With some diffused' song: upon their siglit, | Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, We two in great amazedness will fly

40 his standing-bed, and truckle-bed'; 'tis painted Then let them all encircle him aboui,

about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight; new ; Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an And ask him, why ihat hour of fairy revel,

Anthropophaginian' unto thee: knock, I say. In their so sacred paths he dares to tread

Simp. There's an old woman, a fat woman, In shape profane

45 gone up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, Virs. ford. And till he tell the truth,

(sir, 'till she come down: I come to speak with Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,

her, indeed. And burn him with their tapers.

Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be Mrs. Puge: The truth being known,

Trobb’d: I'll call.-- Bully knight! Bully sir We'll all present ourselves : dis-born the spirit, 50 John! speak from thy lungs military: Art thou And mock him home to Windsor.

| there? li is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. Ford. The children must

Falstaff above. Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. I Fal. How now, mine host?

Era. I will teach the children their behaviours; Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartar' tarries the

her.

"To take, here means to seize or strike with a disease. Meaning, age. 3 Urchin is a hedgelog; but is here used to signify any thing little and dwarfish. Ouph is a fairy or goblin. * Dr. Warburton says, this signifies a song that strikes out into wild sentiments beyond the bounds of nature, such as those whose subject is fairy land. 5 Properties are incidental necessaries to a theatre, exclusive of scenes and dresses. To trick, is to dress out. The usual furniture of chambers in those tiines consisted of a standing bed, under which was a truckle, or running bed. In the former lay the paster, and in the latter the servant. That is, a Cannibal. The Host uses this high-sounding word to astonish Simple; an effect which he probably likewise means to produce by the word ihesian, which follows. See the preceding note.

coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, 1 horses and money. I tell you for good-will, look bully, let her descend; iny chambers are honour- yon: you are wise, and fuil of gibes and vlouting. able: Fie! privacy? tie!

stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should be coEnter Falstaff. zen d: Fare you well."

[Exit. Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman 5

Entr. Caius. even now, with me; but she's gone.

| Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre?? Simp. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and of Brentford

doubtful dilemma. Ful. Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell' ; What Cuius. I cannot tell vat is dat : But it is tell-awould you with her?

110me, dat you make a grand preparation for a duke Simp. My master, sir, master Slender, sent to de Jamany : by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de her, seeing her go through the street, to know, sir, court is know, to come: I tell you for good-vill: whether one Nym, sir, that beguil'd him of a chain, adieu.

[Erit. had the chain, or no.

Host. Hue and cry, villain, go! assist me, Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. 15 knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, Simp. And what says she, I pray, sir?

villain! I'm undone!

[Erit. Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, Ful. I would all the world might be cozen'd; that beguild master Slender of his chain, cozen'd stor I have been cozen'd, and beaten too. If it him of it.

should come to the ear of the court, how I have Simp. I would I could have spoken with the 20 been transform'd, and how my transformation woman herself; I had other things to have spoken bath been wash'd and cudgeld, they would melt with her too, from him.

me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fisherFal. What are they? let us know.

men's boots with me: I warrant, they would Host. Ay, come; quick.

whip me with their tine wits, till I were as crestSimp. I may not conceal them, sir,

125 Taln as a dry'd pear. I never prosper'd since I Fal. Conceal them, or thou dy'st.

foreswore myselt at Primero'. Well, if my wind Simp. Why, sir, they were nothing but about were but long enough to say my prayers, I would mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my mas. repent. ter's fortune to have her, or nu.

Enter Mistress Quickly. Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

130 Now! whence came you? Simp. What, sir?

Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Fal. To have her-or no: Go; say the wool Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the man told me so.

other, and so they shall be both bestow'l! I have Simp. May I be so bold to say so, sir? I suster'd more for their sakes, more, than the vilfal. Ay, sir like: like who inore bold. 35 lainous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to

Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my bear. master glad with these tidings. [Erit Simple. Quic. And hare not they suffer'd? yes, I war

Host. Thou art clerklys, thou art clerkly, sir rant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, John: Was there a wise woman with thee? good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that 40 cannot see a white spot about her. hath taught me more wit than ever I learn'd be rul. What tell'st thou ine of black and blue? fore in my lite; and I paid nothing for it neither, I was beaten myself into all the colours of the but was paid for my learning.

rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for Enter Bardolph.

the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! merecozenage: 45 lexterity of wit, counterfeiting the action of an

Host. Where be my horses! speak well of them, Jold woman, deliverd me, the knave constable varletto,

7 had set me if the stocks, i' the common stocks, Bard. Run away with the cozcners: for so soon for a witch. as I came beyond Eaton, they threw me ott, from Quic. Sir, let me speak with you in your chambehind one of thein, in a slough of inire; and set 50 ber: you shall hear how things go; and, I warspurs, and away, like three German devils, three rant, to your content. Here is a letter will sav Doctor Faustus's.

somewhat. Good hearts, what ado is here to Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, vil bring you together! sure one of you does not lain: do not say, they are tled; Germans are ho- serve heaven well, that you are so cross'd. pest men.

1551 Fal. Come up into my chamber. (Ereunt. Enter Sir Hugh Erans. Era. Where is mine bost?

SCENE VI. Host. What is the matter, sir?

Entig: Fenton and Host. Eda. Ilavea care of your entertainments: there H ost. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my is a friend of mine coine to town, telts me, there 60 mind is heavy, I will give over all. is three couzin-germans, that has cozen'd all the lent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of l purpose,

· Falstaff probably calls Simple mussel-shell, froin his standing with his mouth open. ? That is, scholar-like. A game at cards.

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