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Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly. asham'd? what spirit, what devil suggests this

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my imagination? I would not have your distemper in kinsman shall speak tor himself. this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : 'slid, 'tis

Ford.'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. 5 but venturing.
Ev. You suffer for a pad conscience: your

Shal. Be not dismay’d. wife is as honest a’omans, as I will desires among Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not five thousand, and tive hundred too.

for that,-but that I am afeard. Cuius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Quic. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a Ford. Well;-1 promis'd you a dinner:-Come, 10 word with you. come walk in the park: I pray you pardon me; I Anne. I come to hiin.—This is my father'schoice. will hereafter make known to you, why I have done 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults this. Come, wife ; come, mistress Page; I pray Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year! you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.

[.iside. Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, 15 Quic. And how does good master Fenton? we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow pray you, a word with you. morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. () boy, thou birding together; I have a fine hawk' for the hadst a father! bush : shall it be so?

Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;--my unFord. Any thing.

20 cle can tell you good jests of him:--Pray you, Era. If there is one, I shall make two in the uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father company,

stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a Shal. Niistress Anne, my cousin loves you. de turd.

Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woEvn. In your teeth :-for shame.

25 man in Gloucestershire. Ford. Pray you go, master Page.

Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-mor- Slen. Ay, that I will, "come cut and long-tail, row on the lousy kinave, mine host.

under the degree of a 'squire. Cuius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Shul. He will make you a hundred and fifty

Era. A lousy knave; to liave his gihes, and 30 pounds jointure. his mockeries.

[Exeunt. Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for


Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank
Puge's House.

for that-good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll
Enter Fenton and Mistress Anne Page.
Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; Anne. Now, master Slender.
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Slin. Now, good mistress Anne.
Anne. Alas! how then?

Anne. What is your will? Font. Why, thou must be thyself.

Slen. My will? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty He doth object, I am too great of birth ; [pence, 40 jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank And, that, my state being galld with my ex- heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give I seek to heal it only by his wealth:

heaven praise. Besides these, other bars he lays before me,- Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you My riots past, my wild societies;

with me? Arid tells me, 'tis a thing impossible

45 Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little I should love thee, but as a property.

or nothing with you: Your faiher and my uncle, Anne. May be, he tells you true. [come! have made motions : if it be my luck, so; if not,

dint. No, heaven so speed me in my time to happy man be his dole?! They can tell you how Albeit, I will contess, thy father's wealth

things go, better than I can: You may ask your Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: 50 father; bere lie comes. Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

Enter Page and Mistress Page. Than stamps in gold, or sums in scaled bago; Page. Now, master Slender:--Love him, daughAnd 'tis the very riches of thyself

ter Anne, That now I aim at.

Why how now! what does master Fenton here? inne. Gentle master Fenton,

155 You wrong me, sir, thus stilt to haunt my house: You seek my father's love; still seek it, vir: I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. It opportunity and humblést suit

En. Nay,masier Page,be notimpatient.[child. Cannot attain it, why then, ---lark you hither. Good masier Fenton,comenottomy

[Fenton and Mistress Anni go apart. Page. She is no inatch for you. ! That is, coine poor, or rich, to offer hiniself as my rival. The phrase is derived from the forest laus, according to which, a man who had no right to the privilege of chace, was obliged to cut or laze his dog, among ot other modes of disabling him, by depriving him of his tail. A dog so cut was called a cut, or curt-tail, and by contraction cur. Cat and long-tuit therefore signified the dog of a cloud, and the dog via gerticali -: A proverbul expression,



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Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

thing should I have been, when I had been swellida Page. No, good master Fenton.

I should have been a mountain of mummy. Comeinaster Shallow ;--come, son Slender; in:- Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine. Knowingmymind, you wrong me, master Fenton. Now, is the sack brew'd?

[Erouni Puge, Shallow, and Slender. 5 Bard. Ay, sir: there's a woman below would Quic. Speak to mistress Page. [(laughter speak with you.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the In such a righteous fashion as I do, [ners, Thames water; for my belly's as cold as if I had Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and man- swallow'd snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. I must advance the colours of my love,

10 Call her in. And not retire: Let me have your good-will.[fool.

Bard. Come in, wonian. Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yon?

Enter Mrs. Quickly. Mirs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Quic. By your leave;--I ery you mercy:--Give bushand.

your worship good-morrow. Quic. That's my master, master doctor. 15 Fal. Take away these chalices: Go brew me

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quicki' the earth, a pottle of sack timely. And bowi'd to death with turnips'.

Bard. With eggs, sir? Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Fal. Simple ot itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in master Fenton,

my brewage.--How now? I will not be your friend, nor enemy:

1201 Quic. Marry, sir, I come to your worship froin My daughter will I question how she loves you, mistress Ford. And as I find her, so am I affected;

Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: Till then, farewell, sir:-She must needs go

I was thrown into the ford; I have my belly-tull Her father willbeangry. (Exe. lrs. Page & Anne.

lot ford. Fint. Farewell

, gentle mi-tress; farewell, Nan.25 Quic. Alas the day! good heart, that was not Quic. This is my doing now :--Nay, said I, will her fault: she does so take on with her men; you castaway your child on a fool, and a physician they mistook their erection. Look on, master Fenton :--this is my doing. Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish wo

Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee once to- man's promise. night give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for 30 Quic. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it

[Erit. would yern your heart to see it. Her husband Quic. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A goes this morning a birding ; she desires you once kind heart he hath: a woman would run through more to come to her between eight and nine: I fire and water for such a kind heart. But vet, 1 must carry her word quickly: she'll make you would my master had mistress Anne; or I would 35 amends, I warrant you. master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would Fal. Well, I will visit her: Tell her so: aud master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for bid her think, what a man is : let her consider them all three ; for so I have promis’d, and I'll be his frailty, and then judge of my merit. as good as my word; but speciously' for master Quic. I will tell her. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir 40 Ful. Do so. Between pine and ten, say'st thou? Jolin Falstaff from my two mistresses : What a Quic. Eight and nine, sir. beast am I to slack it!

[Exit. Ful. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.

Quic. Peace be with

[Erit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brock; he The Garter inn.

45 sent me word to stay within : I like his money Enter Falstaff and Burdolph.

well. Oh, here he comes. Fal. Bardolph, I say:

Enter Ford. Burd. Here, sir,

Ford. Bless you, sir ! Ful. Go fetch me a quart of sack; puta toast in't. Ful. Now, master Brook? you come to know [Erit Bardolph.] Have I liv'd to be carried in a 5o what hath pass'd between me and Ford's wife? basket, like a barrow of butcher's otial; and to be Ford. That, indied, sir John, is my business, throu n into the Thames? Well; if I be serv'd Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to


I such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, was at her house the hour she appointed me. and butter’d, and give them to a dog for a new- Ford. And you sped, sir? Year's-gift. The rogues slighted me into the river 55) Ful. Very ill-favour'dly, master Brook. with as liitle remorse as they would have crown'd Ford. How, sir ? Did she change her detera biter's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter : and mination ? pou may know by my size, that I have a kind of Ful. No, master Brook: but the peaking coralacrity in sinking; it the bottom were as deep as puto her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a hell, I should doin. . I had been drown'd, but o continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the that the shore way shelvy and shallow ; a death thai instant of our encounter, after we haci embrac'd, I anhor; for the water swells a man; and-what a kiss'd, protested, and as it were, spoke the pro

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logue of our comedy; and at their heels a rab- fed in their own grease: think of that -a man of my ble of his companions, thither provok'd and insti- kidney-think of that; that am as subject to heat gated by his distemper, and torsooth, to search as butter; a man of continual dissolution and his house for his wile's love.

thaw; it was a miracle to’scape suffocation. And Ford. What, while you were there?

in the height of this bath, when I was more than Fal. While I was there.

half stew'd in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be Ford. And did he search for you, and could thrown into the Thames, and cool’d, glowing hot, not find you?

in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have hissing hot—think of that, master Brook. it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelli-10! Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for gence of Ford's approach ; and by her invention, my sake you have suffer'd all this. My suit is and Ford's wife's distraction, they convey'd me then desperate; you'll undertake her no more. into a buck-basket.

Fa . Naster Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, Ford. A buck-basket !

as I have been into Thames,erel will leave her thus. Fal. Yea, a buck-basket : ramm'd me in with 15 Her husband is this morning gone a birding: 1 foul shirts and sinocks, socks, foul stockings, and have receiv'd from her another embassy of meeting: greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, masier Brook. the rankest compound of villainous smell, that Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. ever offended nostril.

Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my apFord. And how long lay you there? 20 pointment. Come to me at your convenient leiFal. Nay, you shali hear, master Brook, what sure, and you shall know how I speed; and the I have sufferd to bring this woman to evil for your

conclusion shall be crown’d with your enjoying good. Being thus cramm'd in the basket, a couple her: Adieu. You shall have her, master Brook; of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were call’d forth by naster Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. Erit. their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul cloath-25 Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders : uream? do I slep? Master Ford, awake! awake, met the jealousknave their master in the door; why ma ter Ford; there's a bole made in your best ask'd them once or twice, what they had in thei coat, master Ford. This 'ts to be married ! this basket : I quak'd for fear, lest the lunatic knay. 'tis to have linen, and buck-bashets !-Well, I would have search d it; but fate ordaining 13 9 will proclaiin myself what I am: I will now take should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well; onwens the lecher; he is at my house: he cannot 'scape he for a search, and away went I for foul cloaths me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep But mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffer'd the into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper-box: pangs of three several deaths; tirst, an intolerable but, lest the devil that guides him, should aid fright, to be detected with 'a jealous rotten beli-35 am, I will search impossible places. Though wether: next, to be compass'd, like a good? bil- what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would bo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, not, shall not make me tame: If I have horns to heel to head : and then, to be stopp'd in, like a make one mad, let the proverb go with me, I'll strong distillation, with stiuhing cloat is that fret e horn-mad.



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Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
Page's House.

How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day?

50 Era. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Quichly, and Il'illiam.

to play: Mrs. Page. Is heart

master Ford's alreads, Quic. Blessing of his heart ! think'st thou?

Mrs.Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son Quic. Sure, he is by this; or will be presently : prolits nothing in the world at his book; I pray but truly, he is very courageous mad, about his55 ou, ask him some questions in his accidence. throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires Erą. Come hither, William ;-hold up your you to come suddenly.

head; come. Mrs. Puge. I'll be with her by and hy: I'll bat 111s. Puge. Come on, sirrah; hold up your bring my young man here to school: Look, where head; answer your master, be not afraid. his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. 1001 Era. Williain, low many numbers is in nouns?

With was sometimes used for of. ? A bilbo is a Spanish blade, of which the excellence is flexibleness and ela-lirity. Künnay in this phrase now signities kind or qualities; but Falstati' means, # mall whose kidneys are as fui us mind. * That is, make mysell rcady.



Will. Two.

Era. He is a good sprag ’ memory. Farewell Quic. Truly I thought there had been one

inistress Page. number more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Puge. Adieu good sir Hugh. Get you

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

[liam? 5

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

Ford's House. poul-cats, sure.

Era. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Ford. you, peace. What is Lapis, Willianı?.

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


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

your love, and I profess requital to a hair's Will. A pebble.

breadth; not only, inistress Ford, in the simple Era. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember Joflice of love, but in all the accoutrement, comin your prain. Will. Lapis.

plement, and cereinony of it. But are you sure

15 of vour husband now? Eva. That is a good William: What is he,

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

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

|what hoa ! be thus declin'd, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, bec, boc.

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Era. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog;- -pray you,20

[Erit Fulstas: mark: genitivo, hujus: Well, what is your accusatire case?

Enter Mrs. Page. Will. Accusatire, hinc.

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

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

[Aside. you.

M1rs. Ford. No, certainly-Speak louder. Era. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is M1rs. Puge. Truly, I am so glad you have nothe focative case, Williain ?

body here. Will. 0-vocativo, 0.

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

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

husband; so rails against all married mankind; Mrs. Page. Peace.

[liam: so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion Era. What is your genitive case plural, Wil-35 soever; and so butfets himself on the forehead, Will. Genitive case ?

crying, 'Pter-out, peer-out! that any madness, En. Ay.

I ever yet beheld, seem'd but tameness, civility, Hill. Genitive, horum, harum, horum. and patience, to this distemper he is in now: I

Quic.'Vengeance of Gine:y's case! fie on her!- am glad the fat knight is not here. neser name her, child, if she be a whore. 110 Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Era. For shame, 'oman.

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'lil 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 expeEva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no riment of his suspicion: but I am glad the knight understanding for thy cases, and the numbers of is 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. Puge. Hard by; at street end; he will Mrs. Page. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace. 50 be here anon.

Eri. Shew me now, William, some declen- Mírs. Ford. I am undone!--the knight is here. sions of your pronouns.

Mrs. Puge. 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 hi, , cod; if you forget your kies, you? Away with him, away with him; better your kas, and your cods, you must be preeches'. 55 shame than murther. Go your ways and play, go.

lirs. Ford. Which way should he go? how Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than 1 should I bestow hirn? Shall I put him into the thought he was.

lbasket 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. 3 That is, lunacy, frenzy. To take on, vow used for to griere, seems to be used by our author s That is, appear horns. F




for to rage.


Enter Falstafi

Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: May shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he bid I not go out, ere he come?

you set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Alrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro

[Ereunt Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford. thers watch the door with pistols, that none 5 Enter Servants with the basket. should issue out; otherwise you might slip away 1 Sero. Come, come, take up. ere he came. But what make you here?

2 Serr. Pray heaven, it be not full of the fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the knight again. chimmey.

1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much Mrs. Ford. There they always used to discharge 10 lead. their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Ford, Shallow, Page, Caius, and Sir Fal. Where is it?

Hugh Eruns. Jars. ford. He will seek there, on my word. Ford. Ay, butif it prove true, master Page, have Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, you any way then to unfool me again?-Set down but he hath an abstract' for the remembrance 15the basket, 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 Fal. I'll go out then.

me: Now shall the devil be sham'd. What! Ilrs. Ford. If you go out in your own sem- wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what hoblance, you die, sir Jolin; unless you go out dis-20 nest cloaths you send forth to bleaching. guisd---llow mnight we disguise him?

Page. Why, this passes“! Master Ford, you are 11rs. Puga. Alas the day, I know not. There not to go loose any longer; you must be pinion'd. is no woman's gown big enough for him; other- Era. Why this is lunatics! this is mad as mad wise, he might put on a hat, a mutller, and a dog! kerchief, and so escape.

125 Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any es

indeed. tremity, rather than a mischief.

Enter Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, sir.—Come hither, misBrentford, has a gown above.

tress Ford;-mistress Ford, the honest woman, Afrs. 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 thrum · hat, the jealous fool to her husband !-1 suspect withand her mutller 3 100: Run up, sir John.

out cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. Ford. Go go, sweet sir John: mistress Mrs. 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. Page. Quick, quick; we'llcone dress you 35 Ford. Well said, brazen-face ; hold it out.-straight : put on the gownthe while. [E.rit Falsiat: Come forth, sirrah. [Pulls the clouths out of the A1rs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet Page. This passes".

(busket. him in this shape: he cannot abide the old wonian Mrs. Ford. Are you not asham'd? let the at Brentford; he swears, she's a witch, forbade cloathis alone. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. 40 Ford, I shall find you anon.

Mrs. Puge. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Era. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards! wife's cloaths? come away.

Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? Tord. Empty the basket, I say. Mrs. Puge. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had 45 Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was intelligence.

one convey'd out of iny house yesterday in this Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my basket; Why may not he be here againIn my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at 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 Mrs. Puge. Nay, but he'll be liere presently: 50 linen. let's

go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there he shall Alrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men what they die a tlea's death, shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man. for bim straight.

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

Ern. Master l'ord, you must pray, and not We'll leave a prouf, by that which we will do, follow the imaginations of your own heart: tbis Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: is jealousies, We do not act, that often jest and laugh ;

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

· That is, a list, an inventory. ? The thrum is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making course hats. A inuffer was some part of dress that cover'd the face. *To pass ineans here, to go beyond bounds. ! Meaning, this is below your character.





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