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Page. Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. | Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat : by gar, I
(Exeunt Pace, Shallow, and SLENDER. love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, Caits. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my pafor a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
tients. Hest. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impa Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary totience; throw cold water on thy choler : go about the wards Anne Page ; said I well ? felds with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said. where mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house, a Host. Let us wag then. feasting: and thou shalt woo her : Cry'd game, said Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. Id?
SCENE I. - A Field near Frogmore. Page. We are come to you, to do a good ofice,
master parson. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE.
Eva. Fery well : What is it? Ee. I pray you now, good master Slender's Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which belike, having received wrong by some person, is at way have you looked for master Caius, that calls most odds with his own gravity and patience, that himsel Doctor of Physick ?
ever you saw. San Marty, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, Shal. I have lived fourscore years, and upward; I every way; old Windsor way, and every way but never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learnthe town way.
ing, so wide of his own respect. Eer. I most fehemently desire you, you will also Eva. What is he? lock that way.
Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, Sra. I will, sir.
the renowned French Physician. Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart ! I ad trempling of mind! - I shall be glad, if he have had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. deceived me:- how melancholies I am!- I will
Page. Why? kneg his urinals about his knave's costard, when I Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates have good opportunities for the 'ork — 'pless my and Galen, -- and he is a knave besides ; a cowardly soal!
[Sings. knave, as you would desires to be acquainted To shallow rivers, to whose falls
withal. Neodisas birds sing madrigals ;
Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight There will we make our peds of roses,
Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :- Keep them
asunder ; - here comes doctor Caius. ,
Enter Host, Caius, and RUGBY.
Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your
weapon. To shallow
Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Son Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.
Host. Disarm them, and let them question ; let Era. He's welcome :
them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.
Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your To skallov rivers, to whose falls
ear: Verefore vill you not meet a-me? Heaven prosper the right! - What weapons is he? Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good
S No weapons, sir : There comes my master, time. master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, MORE, ove the stile, this way. * Eze. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to it in your arms.
other men's humours; I desire you in friendship,
and I will one way or other make you amends :Enter Page, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.
will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb, Sal. How now, master parson? Good-morrow, for missing your meetings and appointments. good år Hagh. Keep a gamester from the dice, Caius. Diable ! - Jack Rugby, - mine Host de zad a good student from his book, and it is won Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have derful
I not, at de place I did appoint ? Bc. Ah, sweet Anne Page !
Eva. As I am a christians soul, now, look you, Paz. Save you, good sir Hugh!
this is the place appointed ; I'll be judgment by Esa. 'Pless you from luis mercy sake, all of you! mine host of the Garter.
ked. What the sword and the word ! do you Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French study them both, master parson ?
and Welch; soul-curer and body-curer. Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent ! bose, this rax rheumatick day?
Host. Peace, I say, hear mine host of the Gar. Er. There is reasons and causes for it.
Am I politick ? am I subtle ? am I a Machi
avel ? Shall I lose my doctor ? no; he gives me the torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? from the so seeming mistress Page, divulge Page my priest? my sir Hugh? no: he gives me the himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to proverbs and the no-verbs. - Give me thy hand, these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall terrestrial ; so: Give me thy hand, celestial; so. cry aim. (Clock strikes.] The clock gives me my
Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall directed you to wrong places; your hearts are find Falstaff: I shall be rather praised for this, than mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firin, the issue. — Comę, lay their swords to pawn : that Falstaff is there : I will go. Follow me, lad of peace ; follow, follow, follow.
Shal. Trust me, a mad host : – Follow, gentle Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, Sir Hugu men, follow.
Evans, Caius, and RUGBY. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! [Ereunt Shallow, SLENDER, Page, and Host.
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a
Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer de sot of us? ha, ha!
at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. Eva. This is well; he has made us hiş vlouting
Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. stog. - I desire you, that we may be friends; and dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break
Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed to let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the
with her for more money than I'll speak of. host of the Garter.
Shal. We have lingered about a match between Caius. By gar, vit all my heart ; he promise to
Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we
shall have our answer. bring me vere is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive
Slen. I hope I have your
good will, father Page. Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles :
Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly Pray for you : – but my wife, master doctor, is for you
Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love a-me; SCENE II. - The Street in Windsor.
my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. Enter Mistress Page and Robin.
Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? he Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant ; capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes gou were wont to be a follower, but now you are a
verses, le speaks holyday, he smells April and leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or
May: he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in his buteye your master's heels?,
tons; he will carry't. Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The man, than follow him like a dwarf.
gentleman is of no having : le kept company with Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now, I the wild Prince and Poins ; he is of too high a re
gion, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a see, you'll be a courtier.
knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance: Enter Ford.
if he take her, let him take her simply; the wealth Ford. Well met, mistress Page : Whither go you?
I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife;. Is she
not that way.
Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go at home?
Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, home with me to dinner : besides your cheer, you for want of company: I think, if your husbands shall have sport; I will show you a monster. — Maswere dead, you two would marry.
ter doctor, you shall go; - $0 shall you, master Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, -two other husbands.
Page; - and
sir Hugh. Ford. Where had you this pret weather-cock?
Shal. Well, fare you well : - we shall have the Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his freer wooing at master Page’s. name is my husband had him of: What do you call
[Ereunt SHALLOW and SLENDER. your knight's name, sirrah ?
Caius. Go home, John Rugby ; I come anon. Rob. Sir John Falstaff.
[Exit RUGBY. Ford. Sir John Falstaff!
Host. Farewell, my hearts : I will to my honest Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name. knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. There is such a league between my good man
[Erit Host. and he ! - Is your wife at home, indeed ?
Ford. (Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipeFord. Indeed, she is.
wine first with him; I'll make him dance. Will Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir ; - I am sick, till you go, gentles ? I see her. (Ereunt Mrs. Page and Robin.
Aů. Have with you, to see this monster. (Ereunt. Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ? hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath
SCENE III. - A Room in Ford's House. no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter
Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot pointblank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's in Mrs. Ford. What, John! what, Robert ! clination; he gives her folly motion and advantage: Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly: Is the buck-basand now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy
ket with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the Mrs. Ford. I warrant : What, Robin, I say, wind ! — and Falstaff's boy with her ! — Good plots ! - they are laid ; and our revolted wives share
Enter Servants, with a basket. damnation together. Well; I will take him, then Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.
Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.
thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Come Vrs. Pege. Give your men the charge; we must I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and that, like a
many of these lisping haw-thorn buds, that come like Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, women in men's apparel, and smell like Buckler'sod Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew- bury in simple-time; I cannot : but I love thee; bouse; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, none but thee; and thou deservest it. und (without any pause, or staggering,) take this Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir ; I fear, you basket on your shoulders : that done, trudge with it love mistress Page. in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters in Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by Datchet mead, and there empty it in the muddy the Counter-gate ; which is as hateful to me as the ditet, close by the Thames side.
reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Page. You will do it?
Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows, how I love you ; Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over ; they and you shall one day find it. lack no direction: Be gone, and come when you Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. we called
(Exeunt Servants. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or Ir. Page. Here comes little Robin.
else I could not be in that mind.
Rob. [within.] Mistress Ford, mistress Ford! Enter Robix.
here's mistress Page at the door, sweating, and 15. Ferd. How now, my eyas-musket? what blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak Lees with you?
with you presently. Rot. My master, sir John, is come in at your behind the arras.
Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me back-door, mistress Ford ; and requests your com
Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so: she's a very tattling pany. Árs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been
(Falstaff hides himself. true to us?
Enter Mistress PagE and ROBIx. Rot. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not
What's the matter? how now ? o your being here; and hath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, he You're shamed, you are overthrown, you are undone
Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you done? swears, he'll turn me away.
for ever. Urs Page. Thou’rt a good boy; this secrecy o
Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee
Page ? a Ben doublet and hose. — I'll go hide me. Mrs. Ford. Do so : - Go tell thy master, I am
Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! having lone Mistress Page, remember you your cue.
an honest man to your husband, to give him such
cause of suspicion !
[Erit Robin. Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it,
Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?
Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion?-Out up
[Erit Mrs. Page Vs. Ferd. Go to then; we'll use this unwhole
on you! how am I mistook in you?
Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter ? sa2 humidity, this gross watery pumpion; -we'll teach him to know turtles from jays.
Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, wo
man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for Enter FALSTAFF.
a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house,
by your consent to take an ill advantage of his abFol. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel ? sence : You are undone. Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; Mrs. Ford. Speak louder. — (Aside.] — 'Tis not this is die period of my ambition ; 0 this blessed so, I hope. bour!
Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you Mrs. Ford. O sweet sir John!
have such a man here ; but 'tis most certain your Fa Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, to mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish : I search for such a one. I come before to tell you : would thy husband were dead; I'll speak it before if you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: be best lord, I would make thee my lady.
but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him Un Ford. I your lady, sir John! alas, I should out. Be not amazed ; call all your senses to you ; be a pitiful lady.
defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good FL Let the court of France show me such an- life for ever. che; I see how thine eye would emulate the dia Mrs. Ford. What shall I do? There is a gentlemand: Thou hast the right arched bent of the man, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own btw, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a ay sire of Venetian admittance.
thousand pound, he were out of the house. Ur. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my brows Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had rabecome nothing else; nor that well neither. ther, and you had rather ; your husband's here at
Fe. Thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the Torske an absolute courtier ; and the firm fixture of house you cannot hide him. - 0, how have you dethe foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait, ceived'me! — Look, here is a basket ; if he be of is a semi-cireled farthingale. I see what thou wert, any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and if Fortune thy foe were not; nature is thy friend: throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to Carne, thou canst not hide it.
bucking: Or, it is whiting-time, send him by your Hrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing in two men to Datchet mead.
Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What Fal. Fiat made me love thee? let that persuade shall I do?
Mrs. Page. Heard you
that? Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't !
Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace : - You usę me well, I'll in, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel;— I'll in.
master Ford, do you? Mrs. Page. What ! Sir John Falstaff! Are these
Ford. Ay, I do so. your letters, knight?
Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me thoughts !
Ford. Amen. away : let me creep in here; I'll never – [He goes into the basket ; they cover him with foul linen.
Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, masMrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Call
ter Ford. your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling knight!
Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Mrs. Ford. What John, Robert, John! (Exit
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the Robin. Re-enter Servants.) Go take up these
chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff? look,
heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment ! how you drumble; carry them to the laundress in Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Datchet mead; quickly, come.
Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed?
What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination ? Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. I would not have your distemper in this kind, for
Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect without the wealth of Windsor Castle. cause, why then make sport at me, then let me be i Ford. 'Tis my fault, niaster Page : I suffer for it. your jest; I deserve it. - How now? whither bear Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife
is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.
thousand, and five hundred too. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. bear it? You were best meddle with buck-washing, Ford. Well ; – I promised you a dinner : : Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of Come, come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I war me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I rant you, buck; and of the season too; it shall ap- have done this. — Come, wife ; - come, mistress pear. [Exeunt Servants with the basket.) Gentic- Page; I pray you, pardon me; pray heartily, parmen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my don me. dream Here, here, here be my keys : ascen.o my Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, Yrust me, chambers, search, seek, find out : I'll warrant we'll we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morow mornunkennel the fox : - Let me stop this way first :: ing to my house to breakfast; after, well a birding So, now uncape.
together; I have a fine hawk for the bush : Shall it Page. Good master Ford be contented: you be so ? wrong yourself too much.
Ford. Any thing. Ford. True, master Page. Up, gentlemen; Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the you shall see sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. company.
[Exit. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de Eva. This is fery fantastical humours and jea- turd. lousies.
Eva. In your teeth : for shame. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it is Ford. Pray you go, master Page. pot jealous in France.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue on the lousy knave, mine host. of his search (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this? Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes and his Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, mockeries.
[Ereunt. that my husband is deceived, or sir John.
Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your SCENE IV. - 4 Room in Page's House. husband asked who was in the basket !
Enter Penton and Mistress ANNE PAGE. Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love ; him a benefit
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would Anne. Alas! how then ? all of the same strain were in the same distress.
Why, thou must be thyself. Mrs. Ford. I think my husband hath some spe
He doth object, I am too great of birth; eial suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never And that, my state being gall’d with my expence, saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
I seek to heal it only by his wealth : Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we Besides these, other bars he lays before me, will yet have more tricks with Falstafl": his disso- My riots past, my wild societies; lute disease will scarce obey this medicine
And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, I should love thee, but as a property. mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing
Anne. May be, he tells you true. into the water; and give him another hope, to betray
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to him to another punishment ?
come! Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth morrow eight o'clock, to have amends.
Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne : Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugu Evans. Than stamps in gold, or sums in scaled bags;
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave And 'tis the very riches of thyself bragged of that he could not compass.
That now I aim at,
Gentle master Fenton,
Come, master Shallow ; come, son Slender; in : Tet seek my father's love ; still seek it, sir : Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. If opportunity and humblest suit
(Ereunt Page, Shallow, and SLENDER. Cannot attain it, why then. — Hark you hither. Quick. Speak to mistress Page. (They converse apart. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your
daughter Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs. Quickly.
In such a righteous fashion as I do, Sal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, kinsman shall speak for himself.
I must advance the colours of my love, Ser. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: slid, 'tis And not retire : Let me have your good will. bunt venturing.
Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' Shal. Be not dismay'd.
fool. Sen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not Mrs. Page. I mean it not ; I seek you a better far that, but that I am afeard.
husband. rick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a Quick. That's my master, master doctor. word with you.
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, Arne. I come to him. - This is my father's And bowl'd to death with turnips. choice.
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself : Good 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
master Fenton, Locks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! I will not be your friend, nor enemy :
(Aside. My daughter will I question how she loves you, Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? Pray And as I find her, so am I affected; fol, a word with you.
'Till then, farewell, sir :- She must needs go in; Saal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou Her father will be angry. hadist a father!
(Exeunt Mrs. Page and ANNE. Ser. I had a father, mistress Anne ; - my uncle Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. can tell you good jests of him: – Pray you, uncle, Quick. This is my doing now;- Nay, said I, will tell nistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician ? Eeese cut of a pen, good uncle.
Look on master Fenton : - this is my doing. Sal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once toEn. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman
night D Gloucestershire.
Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy pains. Shri. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
(Exit. StrAy, that I will, come eut and long-tail, Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A tarder the degree of a 'squire.
kind heart he hath: a woman would run through Shell. He will make you a hundred and fifty fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I pounds jointure.
would my master had mistress Anne; or I would Anse. Good master Shallow, let him woo for master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would mas
ter Fenton had her: I will do what I can for them Sale Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave as my word; but speciously for master Fenton. you
Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff Aare. Now, master Slender.
from my two mistresses; What a beast am I to En. Now, good mistress Anne.
! Erit. Anne. What is your will ?
Sza. My will ? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty SCENE V. - A Room in the Garter Inn. jet, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give
Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH. bearen praise.
Fal. Bardolph, I say, Anee. I mean, master Slender, what would you Bard. Here, sir. witt me?
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack ; put a toast Ser Truly, for mine own part, I would little or in't. (Ezrit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a nothing with you : Your father, and my uncle, have basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be Eade motions : if it be my luck, so: if not, happy thrown into the Thames? Well, if I be served mas be his dole! They can tell you how things go, such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, better than I can : You may ask your father ; here and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new be cones.
year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river Enter Park and Mistress Page.
with as little remorse as they would have drowned a
bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter : and you Pere Now, master Slender : -Love him, daugh- may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity ter Anne.
in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I Why, bów now! what does master Fenton here? should down. I had been drowned, but that the Tou Frong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : shore was shelvy and shallow ; a death that I abhor; I told you, sir, my daughter is disposid of. for the water swells a man; and what a thing
Feni. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. should I have been, when I bad been swelled ! I
Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine.
Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with Pege. No, good master Fenton. you.