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SCENE III-A room in the Garter Inn. Enter gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and
Robin.

Fal. Mine host of the Garter,

Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.
Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and
Pheezar. I will entertain Bardoiph; he shall
draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector?
Fal. Do so, good mine host."

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Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.
Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too: she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer, take all! Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. [Exit Host. Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man, a fresh tapster: go; adieu. Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive. [Exit Bard. Pist. O base Gongarian' wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

Host. I have spoke; let him follow: let me see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow.

Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Rob.] bear you these let-
ters tightly;

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.-
Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter,
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go;
Falstaff will learn the humour of this age,
pack!

Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the hu- French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. mour conceited? His mind is not heroic, and Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and there's the humour of it. fullam holds,

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open: his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's

rest.

Pist. Convey, the wise it call: steal! foh; a fico2 for the phrase!

Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Pist. Why then let kibes ensue.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch;

I must shift.

Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.

Pist. Two yards, and more.

And high and low beguile the rich and poor:
Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge.

Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Nym.

By welkin, and her star

Pist. With wit, or steel?
Nym.

With both the humours, I

I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.

Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true humour.

[Exeunt.

Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed, I am in the waist two yards about: but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I semake love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in cond thee; troop on. her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John| Falstaff's.

Pist. He nath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English. Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels.'

Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, say I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.

Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the beam of her view

(1) For Hungarian. (2) Fig. (3) Gold coin.
(4) Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer
(5) Cleverly. (6) False dice

SCENE IV.A room in Dr. Caius' house. Enter
Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby.

Quick. What: John Rugby!-I pray thee, ge
to the casement, and see if you can see my master,
master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do i'faith, and
find any body in the house, here will be an old
abusing of God's patience, and the king's English.
Rug. I'll go watch.
[Erit Rugby.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: 10 his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish'i that way; but nobody but has his fault-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quick. And master Slender's your master?

(7) Bixpence I'll have in pocket.
(8) Instigate. (9) Jealousy.
(11) Foolish.

(10) Strife.

Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, ake a glover's paring-knife?

for my master, in the way of marriage.
Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put
my finger in the fire and need not.
Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez
me some paper:-Tarry you a little-a while.
[writes.

Sim. No forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall' a man of Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been his hands, as any is between this and his head: he thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so hath fought with a warrener. loud, and so melancholy ;-but notwithstanding, Quick. How say you?-O, I should remember man, I'll do your master what good I can: and, him; does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my strut in his gait? master,-I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and wish

Re-enter Rugby.

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Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quick. Are you advis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early, and down late ;— but notwithstanding (to tell you in your ear would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwith standing that,-I know Anne's mind,—that's nei ther here nor there.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent :3 run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not stay long.-What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to su inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat that he comes not home and down, down, in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape adown-a, &c. [Sings. priest to meddle or make:-you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I will cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simple. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? -by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have ap pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

Enter Doctor Caius.

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; do íntend vat I speak? a green-a box.

Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. [Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la cour,-la grand affaire.

Quick. Is it this, sir?

Cais. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depeche,
quickly:-Vere is dat knave Rugby!
Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, sir.

Calus. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug. "Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Cuius. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vil! not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?Villany! larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Quick. The young man is an honest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.

Caius. Vell.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Cains. Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page,

(1) Brave.
(2) The keeper of a warren.
3) Scolded, reprimanded.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer!4

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me;-by gar, if I have not Anne Page, shall turn your head out of my door:-Follow my heels, Rugby. [Exeunt Caius and Rugby.

Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, 1 thank heaven.

Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Enter Fenton.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou ? Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news? how docs pretty mistress Anne?

Quick. In truth, sing and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit?

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you:-Have not your worship a wart above your eye?

Feni. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith,

(4) The goujere, what the pox'

it is such another Nan:-but, I detest,' an honest show you to the contrary: O, mistress Page, give maid as ever broke bread:-We had an hour's me some counsel !

talk of that wart;-I shall never laugh but in that Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? maid's company.-But, indeed, she is given too Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one much to allicholly2 and musing: but for you-trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Well, go to. Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: hold, there's honour: what is it?-dispense with trifles;-what money for thee; let me have thy voice in my be- is it? half: if thou seest her before me, commend me- Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for ar Quick. Will I? i'faith, that we will: and I will eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. tell your worship more of the wart, the next time] Mrs. Page. What ?-thou liest !-Sir Alice we have confidence; and of other wooers. Ford!These knights will hack; and so thou Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. [Exit. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light-here, read, Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an read;-perceive how I might be knighted.-I shall honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to I know Anne's mind as well as another does :- make difference of men's liking: and yet he would Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Exit. not swear; praised women's modesty: and gave

ACT II.

Enter Mis

such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor ? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

SCENE 1.—Before Page's house. tress Page, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters n the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now subject for them? Let me see: [reads. Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name Ask me no reason why I love you; for though of Page and Ford differs!-To thy great comfort Love use reason for his precisian, he admits him in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin not for his counsellor: You are not young, no brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you I protest, mine never shall. I warrant, he hath a are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for sympathy: you love sack, and so do I would different names (sure more,) and these are of the u desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, second edition: he will print them out of doubt: mistress Page (at the least, if the love of a soldier for he cares not what he puts into the press, when can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, ne, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you me. By me,

Thine own true knight,

By day or night,

Or any kind of light,
With all his might,
For thee to fight,

John Falstaff.

twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.
Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the
very hand, the very words: what doth he think of us?
Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me al-
most ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll
entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted
withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in
me, that I know not myself, he would never have
boarded me in this fury.

What a Herod of Jewry is this !-0 wicked, wicked world!-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish to keep him above deck. drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my compa- on him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a y!-What should I say to him?-I was then show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with frugal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me !-Why, a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting to mine host of the Garter. down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mistress Ford.

Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to vou. You look very ill.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could

(1) She means, I protest. (2) Melancholy.
(3) Most probably Shakspeare wrote Physician.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vil lany against him, that may not sully the chariness! of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this let. ter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy.

Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an

unmeasurable distance.

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Pist. Hope is a curtail1 dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.

Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and
poor,

Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves thy gally-mawfry;2 Ford, perpend.'
Ford. Love my wife?

Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels: 0, odious is the name !

Ford. What name, sir?

in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of lus
discarded men; very rogues, now they be out u
service.

Ford. Were they his men?
Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does he lie at the Garter?

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loth to turn them together: A man may be tou Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I

Pist. The horn, I say: farewell.

sing.

Away, sir corporal Nym.——

cannot be thus satisfied.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine host?

Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this." Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not the humour of lying. He hath wrong'd me in some humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentle the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; man: cavalero-justice, I say.

Enter Host and Shallow.

I speak, and I avouch. "Tis true:-my name is Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good ever Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's you go with us? we have sport in hand.

the humour of it. Adieu.

[Exit Nym.

Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully

Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fel-rook. low frights humour out of his wits.

Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting doctor.

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Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook?

[They go aside. Shal. Will you [to Page] go with us to behold it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places: for, believe me, hear, the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art
thou melancholy?
Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.-guest-cavalier?
Get you home, go.

Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to dinner, George?-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

[Aside to Mrs. Ford.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good mistress Anne?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an Dour's talk with you.

[Exe. Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quick. Page. How now, master Ford? Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you not?

Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me?

Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a jest.

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four tall' fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear thera scold than fight.

[Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and, what they made there, I know Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, 1 knight would offer it: but these that accuse him lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.

(1) A dog that misses his game. (2) A medley.
(3) Consider.
(4) A lying sharper.

[Exit.

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SCENE II.-A room in the Garter Inn.
Falstaff and Pistol.

Fat. I will not lend thee a penny.
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.-
I will retort the sum in equipage.'

Enter it; you have brought her into such a carraries," as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter gift after gift; smelling so sweetly (all musk,) and

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grat-in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar ed upon my good friends for three reprieves for you of the best, and the fairest, that would have won and your coach-fellow2 Nym; or else you had any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. never get an eye-wink of her.-I had myself twenty I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my angels given me this morning: but I defy all angels friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way of and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her honesty :-and, I warrant you, they could never get fan, I took't upon my honour, thou hadst it not. her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of

Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fif-them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which teen pence? with her. is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one

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Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you:-go.-Ashe Mercury. Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good short knife and a throng :-to your manor of Pickthatch, go.-You'll not bear a letter for me, you for the which she thanks you a thousand times Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter, rogue! you stand upon your honour!-Why, thou and she gives you to notify, that her husband will unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to be absence from his house between ten and eleven keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I my- Fal. Ten and eleven? self sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the

left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, and see the picture, she says, that you wote of;Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet master Ford, her husband, will be from home. you, rogue, will ensconces your rags, your cat-a-Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him ; mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frambold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your ho-pold life with him, good heart. nour! You will not do it, you?

Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of her; I will not fail her. Fal. Ten and eleven? Woman, commend me to man?

Enter Robin.

Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too ;-and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest

Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your Fal. Let her approach.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Fal. Good maid, then?

Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other: and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man: surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth.

of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this; has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch-they love me? safe thee the hearing.

Quick. That were a jest, indeed!—they have not Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;-I pray, so little grace, I hope :-that were a trick, indeed! come a little nearer this ways:-I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say, Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways. Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears;-mine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make them his servants!

Fal. Well: mistress Ford;-what of her? Quick. Why sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your worsnip's a wanton: Well, heaven forgive you, and ttl of us, I pray!

Fal. Mistress Ford-come, mistress Ford.

But mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves;1° her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do wha she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.

Fal. Why, I will.

Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case have a nay-word," that you may know one

Quick. Marry, this is the short an the long of another's mind, and the boy never need to under

(1) Pay you again in stolen goods.

(2) Draws along with you.

(3) To cut purses in a crowd.

(6) Ale-house.

(7) A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandary (8) Know. (9) Fretful, peevish.

(4) Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell. (5) Protect. (10) By all means. (11) A watch-word.

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