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Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there :/ rion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his What sball I do?

throwing into the water; and give him anoRe-enter FALSTAFF.

ther hope, to betray him to another punish

ment? Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! I'll in, I'll in ;-follow your friend's to-morrow eight o'clock, to have amends.

Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for counsel ;-l'll in.

Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these your letters, knight?

Re-enter FORD, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh

Evans. Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me away: let me creep in here; I'll never

Ford. I cannot find him : may be the knave (He goes into the basket; they cover him with bragged of that he could not compass. foul linen.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that ? Mrs. Puge. Help to cover your master, boy: Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me Call your men, mistress Ford :--You dissem- well, master Ford, do you ? bling knight!

Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! [Exit Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than Robin; Re-enter Servants.] Go take up these your thoughts ? clothes here, quickly; Where's the cowl- Ford. Amen. staff ?* look, how you drumble :t carry them Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, to the laundress in Datchet mead ; quickly, master Ford.

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Enter FORD, PAGE, Caius, and Sir Hugh

Eva. If there be any

pody in the house, ard EVANS.

in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of

judgement ! without cause, why then make sport at me,

Caius. By gar, por I too; dere is no bodies. then let me be your jest; I deserve it.--How

Page. Fie, fie, master Ford ! are you not now? whither bear you this ?

ashamed ? What spirit, what devil suggests Serv. To the laundress, forsooth. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither this imagination ? I would not have your disthey bear it? You were best meddle with buck. I temper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor

Castle. washing. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer

for it. the buck! Buck, buck, buck? Ay, buck; I warrant you, buck; and of the season too, it wife is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your shall appear. [Exeunt Servants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I have dreamed to-night; I'll tell among five thousand, and five hundred too.

Caius. By you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys :

gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out:

I'll Come, come, walk in the park : I pray you,

Ford. Well ;-I promised you a dinner : warrant, we'll unkennel the fox :- Let me stop pardon me; I will hereafter make known to this way first :-So, now uncape.t. Page. Good master Ford, be contented : you come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me;

you, why I have done this.—Come, wife ;wrong yourself too much. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen ;

pray heartily, pardon me.

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, you shall see sport anon : follow me, gentle we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow Eva. This is fery fantastical humours,

and morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll jealousies.

a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the

bush : Shall it be so ? Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France :

Ford. Any thing. it is not jealous in France. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the

Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the issue of his search.

company. (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make

a de turd. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?

Eva. In your teeth : for shame. Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me

Ford. Pray you go, master Page. better, that my husband is deceived, or Sir

Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morJohn.

row on the lousy knave, mine host. Mrs. Puge. What a taking was he in, when

Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. your husband asked who was in the basket! his mockeries.

Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and

(Extunt. Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Page's House. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal; I Enter Fenton, and Mistress Anne Page. would, all of the same strain were in the same

Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love ; distress.

Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband bath some Anne. Alas! how then ? special suspicion of Falstaft's being here ; for

Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now; He doth object, I am too great of birth;
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And And that, my 'state being gall’d with

my exwe will yet have more tricks with Falstaff:

pense, his dissolute disease will scarce obey this me- I seek to heal it only by his wealth : dicine.

Besides these, other bars he lays before me, Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish car. My riots past, my wild societies ;

And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible • A staff for carrying a large tub or basket. + Drone Unbag the fox, What.

I should love thee, but as a property.


in :

Anne. May be, he tells you true.

You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt my Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to

house : come!

I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos'd of. Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth F'ent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne: Mrs. Page. Good master I'enton, come not Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

to my child. Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; Page. She is no match for you. And 'tis the very riches of thyself

Fent. Sir, will you hear me? That now I aim at.

Page. No, good master Fenton. Anne. Gentle master Fenton,

Come, master Shallow : come, son Slender, Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, Sir:

[Fenton. If opportunity and humble suit

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Cannot attain it, why then.-Hark you hither. [Excunt Page, SHALLow, and SLENDER.

[They converse apart. Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, anil Mrs. QUICKLY.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love

your daughter Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; In such a righteous fashion as I do, my kinsman shall speak for himself.

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and Sien. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't:* slid, I must advance the colours of my love, 'tis but venturing. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

And not retire: Let me have your good will. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to not for that, but that I am afeard.

yond' fool. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better a word with you.

husband. Arne. I come to him.—This is my father's Quick. That's my master, master doctor. choice.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

earth, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a And bowl'd to death with turnips. year!


Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good Quick. And how does good master Fenton ?

master Fenton, Pray you, a word with you.

I will not be your friend, nor enemy; Shal. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, My daughter

will I question how she loves you, thou hadst a father!

And as I find her, so am I affected ; Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne;

e ; -my

"Till then, farewell, Sir :-She must needs go uncle can tell you good jests of him :-'Pray Her father will be angry,

[in ; you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how

[Exeunt Mistress Page and ANNE. my father stole two geese out of a pen, good

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, uncle.

Nan. Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Quick. This is my doing, now ;-Nay, said Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any I, will you cast away your child on fool, and woman in Gloucestershire.

a physician? Look on master Fenton :-this is Shal . He will maintain you like a gentle my doing.

Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-Give my sweet Nan this ring: There's for thy

to-night tail,t under the degree of a 'squire. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty


[Erit. pounds jointure.

Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for A kind heart he hath: a woman would run himself.

through fire and water for such a kind heart. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you But yet, I would my master had mistress for that good comfort. She calls you, coz:I'li Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, leave you.

in sooth, I would master Fenton had her: Í Anne. Now, master Slender.

will do what I can for them all three; for so Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

I have promised, and I'll be as good as my Anne. What is your will ?

word; but speciously* for master Fenton. Well, Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty ! must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff Jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank from my two mistresses; What a beast am I to heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give slackt it?

(Exit. heaven praise.

Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. you with me?

Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH. Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little

Fal. Bardolph, I say, or nothing with you: Your father, and my

Bard. Here, Sir. uncle, have made motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy man be his dole! They can tell in't. (Exit BARD.] Have I lived to be carried

Ful. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast you how things go, better than I can : You may in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; ask your father; here he comes,

and to be thrown into the Thames? Well; if Enter Page and Mistress PAGE. I be served such another trick, I'll have my

brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues daughter Anne..

slighted me into the river with

as little remorset Why, how now! what does master Fenton as they would have drowned a bitch's blind here?

puppies, fifteen i’ the litter : and you may know A proverb-a shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt, a thick short one. + Corne, poor or rich.

* Specially + Neglect.




with you.

by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Ford. What, while you were there? sinking; it' the bottom were as deep as hell, I Pal. While I was there. should down. I had been drowned, but that Ford. And did he search for you, and could the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death not find you? that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would what a thing should I have been, when I had bave it, comes in one mistress Page; gives been swelled! I should have been a mountain intelligence of Ford's approach; and, by her of mummy.

invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they

conveyed me into a buck-basket. Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the wine.

Ford. A buck-basket! Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, Sir, to speak Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed

me in with foul shirts and sinocks, socks, foul Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the stockings, and greasy napkins; that, master Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I Brook, there was the rankest compound of had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the villanous smell, that ever offended nostril. reins. Call her in,

Ford. And how long lay you there? Bard. Come in, woman.

Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook,

what I have suffered to bring this woman to Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

evil for your good. Being thus crammed in Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy : the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his Give your worship good-morrow.

hinds, were called forth by their mistress, to Fal. Take away these chalices :* Go brew carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchetme a pottle of sack finely.

lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the Bard. With eggs, Sir?

jealous knave their master in the door; who Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in asked them once or twice what they had in my brewage.-[Exit BARD.)--How now? their basket: 1 quaked for fear, lest the lunatic

Quick. Marry, Sir, I come to your worship knave would have searched it'; but Fate, orfrom mistress Ford.

daining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Fal. Mistress Ford ! I have had ford enough: Well; on went he for a search, and away went I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly I for loul clothes. But mark the sequel, masfull of ford.

ter Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was deaths: first, an intolerable tright, to be de. not her fault; she does so take on with her tected with a jealous rotten bell-wether: next, men; they mistook their erection.

to be compassed like a good bilbo,* in the Ful. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to woman's promise.

head: and then, to be stopped in, like a strong Quick. Well, she laments, Sir, for it, that it distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted would yearn your heart to see it.' Her husband in their own grease: think of that,-a man of goes this morning a birding; she desires you my kidney,-think of that; that am as subject once more to come to her between eight and to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution nine: I must carry her word quickly: she'll and thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape suffoca. make you amends, I warrant you.

tion. And in the height of this bath, when I Fal." Well, I will visit her: Tell her so; and was more than half stewed in grease, like a bid ber think, what a man is : let her consider Dutch dish, to be throwo into the Thames, his frailty, and then judge of my merit. and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a Quick. I will tell her.

horse-shoe; think of that;-hissing hot, -think Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st of that, niaster Brook. thou?

Ford. In good sadness, Sir, I am sorry that Quick. Eight and nine, Sir.

for my sake you have suffered all this. My Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her. suit then is desperate ; you'll undertake her Quick. Peace be with you, Sir! [Exit. no more.

Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into he sent me word to stay within : I like his Ætna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will money well. O, here he comes.

leave her thus. Her husband is this morning

gone a birding: I have received from her an. Enter FORD.

other embassy of meeting ; 'twixt eight and Ford. Bless you, Sir!

nine is the hour, master Brook. Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know Ford. 'Tis past eight already, Sir. what hath passed between me and Ford's wite? Fut. Is it?' I will then addresst me to my

Ford. That, indeed, Sir John, is my business. appointment. Cum á me at your convenient Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and was at her house the hour she appointed me. the conclusion shall be crowned with your enFord. And how speed you, Sir?

joying ber: Adieu. You shall have her, master Ful. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. Ford. How so, Sir? Did she change her

[Erit. determination ?

Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision ? is ibis a Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; cornuto, her husband, master Brook, dwelling awake, master Fe, there's a hole inade in in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be the instant of our encounter, after we had married! this 'tis to have linen, and buckembraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, baskets !-Well, I will proclaim 'myself what spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my heels a rabble of his companions, thither pro- house: he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible voked and instigated by his distemper, and, he should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love. purse, nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the * Cups.

* Bilboa, wliere the best blades are made.
+ Seriousness.

1 Make myself readr.

Era. Ay.

devil that guides him should aid him, I will Will. Genitive case? search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, Will. Genitive,--horum, harum, horum. shall not make me tame : if I have horns to Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on make one mad, let the proverb go with me, i'll her!-never name her, child, if she be a whore. be horn mad.

(Érit. Era. For shame, 'oinan.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such ACT IV.

words: he teaches him to hick and to back, SCENE 1.—The Sireet.

which they'll do fast enough of themselves; Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. QUICKLY, und

and to call horum :fie upon you! WILLIAM.

Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no

understandings for thy cases, and the numbers Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, of the genders? Thou art as foolish Christian think'st thou.

creatures as I would desires. Quick. Sure, he is by this; or will be pre- Mrs. Page. Pr’ythee hold thy peace. sently: but truly, he is very courageous* mad,

Eva. Show me now, William, some declenabout his throwing into the water. Mistress sions of your pronouns. Ford desires you to come suddenly.

Will. Forsooth, I have forgot. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by ; I'll but bring my young man here to school : Look, your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches

Eva. It is ki, , cod; if you forget your kies, where his master comes ; 'tis a playing-day, 1 Go your ways, and play, go. see.

Mrs. Puge. He is a better scholar, than I Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

thought he was. How now, Sir Hugh? no school to-day?

Eva. He is a good spragt memory. Farewell, Eru. No; 'master Slender is let the boys leave mistress Page. to play;

Mrs. Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Quick. Blessing of his heart!

Hugh.] Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay Mrs. Puge. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my

too long

[Exeunt son profits nothing in the world at his book; I SCENE II.-A Room in Ford's House. pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence.

Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs. FORD. Era. Come hither, William; hold up your Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten head; come.

up my sufferance: I see, you are obsequioust Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's head; answer your master, be not afraid. breadth ; not only, mistress Ford, in the simple

Era. William, how many numbers is in office of love, but in all the accoutrement, comnouns?

plement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure Will, Two.

of your husband now? Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet Sir John number more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa, gossip

Era. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Ford! what hoa!

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, Sir John, Will. Pulcher.

(Exit FalstaFF. Quick. Poulcats ! there are fairer things than

Enter Mrs. Page. poulcats, sure. Eru. Your are a very simplicity 'oman;

I Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at

home beside yourself? pray you, peace. What is lupis, William ? Wil. A stone.

Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Era. And what is a stone, William ?

Mrs. Page. Indeed ? Will. A pebble.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly ;-speak louder. Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you remember in


Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have noyour prain. Will. Lapis.

body here.

Mrs. Ford. Why?
Eru. That is good William. What is he,
William, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; l with

my husband; so rails

against all married

in his old lunesý again : he so takes on yonder and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominutivo, mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of hic, hæc, hoc. Éra. Nominativo, h

what complexion soever; and so buffets him mark: genitivo, hujus : Well, what is your ac- that any madness, I ever yet beheld, seemed

hap, hog; pray you; selfon the forehead, crying, Peer out, peer out! cusatire ouse? Will. Accusativo, hinc.

but tameness, civility, and patience, to this his Era. pray you have your remembrance, distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat

knight is not here. "child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I war

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him ?

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, Era. Leave your pi s, 'oman. What is

he was carried out, the last time he searched the focative case, William?

for him, in a basket: protests to my husband, Wil. 0-Vocativo, O.

he is now here; and hath drawn him and the Eva. Remember, William ; focative is, caret. another experiment of his suspicion: but I am

rest of their company from their sport, to make Quick. And that's a good root. Era. 'Oman, forbear.

glad the knight is not here; now he shall see Mrs. Page. Peace.

his own foolery: Eva. What is your genitive case plural, Wil

Mrs. Ford. How Dear is he, mistress Page ? liam ?

Breeched, é e. flogged. + Apt to learn.

( Mad fits.

D As children call on a snail to push forth his horns


rant you,

Mrs. Page. Hard by ; at street end; he will We do not act, that often jest and laugh; be here anon,

"Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the druff Mrs. Ford. I am undone !--the knight is

[Erit. here. Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly

Re-enter Mrs. FORD, with two Servants. shamed, and he's but a dead man. What a Mrs. Ford. Go, Sirs, take the basket again woman are you?--Aw..y with him, away with on your shoulders; your master is hard at him; better shame than murder.

door; if he bid you set it down, obey him: Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how quickly, despatch.

[Exit. should I bestow him ? Shall I put him into the 1. Serv. Come, come, take it up: basket again?

2. Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the Re-enter Falstaff.

knight again,

1. Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so Fal. No, I'll come no more i’ the basket: much lead. May I not go out, ere he come?

Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's Enter FORD, Page, Shallow, Caius, and brothers watch the door with pistols, that none

Sir Hugh EVANS, shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, ere he came. But what make you here? have you any way then to unfool me again ?

Fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into Set down the basket, villain :-Somebody call the chimney.

my wife : -You, youth in a basket, come Mrs. Ford. There they always use to dis- out here !—0, you panderly rascals ! there's a charge their birding-pieces: Creep into the knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against kiln-hole.

me : Now shall the devil be shamed. What! Fal. Where is it?

wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. honest clothes you send forth to bleaching. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, Page. Why, this passes !+ Master Ford, you but he hath an abstract* for the remembrance are not to go loose any longer; you must be of such places, and goes to them by his note : pinioned. There is no hiding you in the house.

Era. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a Fal. i'll go out then.

mad dog! Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own sem- Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; blance, you die, Sir John. Unless you go out indeed. disguised, Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him?

Enter Mrs. FORD. Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There Ford. So say I too, Sir:-Come hither, misis no woman's gown big enough for him; other- tress Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, wise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that kerchief, and so escape.

hath the jealous fool to her husband !-I susFal. Good hearts, devise something: any ex- pect without cause, mistress, do I ? tremity, rather than a mischief.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman if you suspect me in any dishonesty. of Brentford, has a gown above.

Ford, Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. Mrs. Puge. On my word, it will serve him; Come forth, sirrah. she's as big as he is: and there's her thrum'd

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. hat, and her muffler too : Run up, Sir John. Page. This passes !

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir John : mistress Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the Page and I, will look some linen for your head. clothes alone.

Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress Ford. I shall find you anon. you straight: put on the gown the while. Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up

[Exit Falstaff. your wife's clothes ? Come away. Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet Ford. Empty the basket, I say. him in this shape: he cannot abide the old Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why? woman of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there forbade her my house, and hath threatened to was one conveyed out of my house yesterday beat her.

in this basket: Why may not he be there again Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy hus. In my house I am sure he is : my intelligence band's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel is true; my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me afterwards!

out all the linen. Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall

Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness,t is he; and die a flea's death. talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had Page. Here's no man. intelligence.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint Ford ; this wrongs you. my, men to carry the basket again, to meet him Eva. Master Ford, you must pay, and not at the door with it, as they did last time. follow the imaginations of your own heart :

Mrs. Puge. Nay, but he'll be here presently : this is jealousies. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.

Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they Page. No, por no where else, but in your shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring brain. linen for him straight.

(Exit. Ford. Help to search my house this one time: Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlei! we if I find not what I seek, show no colour for cannot misuse him enough.

my extremity, let me for ever be your tableWe'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, sport; let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's Short note of.

Seriousness. * Gang. † Surpasses, to go beyond bounds,

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