the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine.

Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I 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 hu-
mour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation.
Fal. Hold,sirrah, [to ROB. ]bear you these letters tightly;
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.—

Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go;
Trudge, plod, away, o'the hoof; seek shelter, pack!"
Falstaff will learn the humour of this

age,

French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt FALSTAFF and ROBIN. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd, and fullam holds,

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.

Nym. With both the humours, I:

I will difcufs the humour of this love to Page.

Pift. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

And his foft couch defile.

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

'mour.

Pift. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I fecond thee; troop on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

A Room in Dr. CAIUS's Houfe.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Quick. What, John Rugby!-I pray thee, go to the cafement, 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.

[Exit RUGBY.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a poffet for't foon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a fea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever fervant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breedbate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is fomething peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; but let that pafs. Peter Simple, you say your name is ! Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quick. And mafter Slender's your master !
Sim. Ay, forfooth.

Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring knife?

Sim. No, forfooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-colour'd beard.

Quick. A foftly-sprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forfooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a

warrener.

Quick. How fay you?-O, I fhould remember him. Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. Well, heaven fend Anne Page no worfe fortune! Tell mafter Parfon Evans, I will do what I can for your mafter: Anne is a good girl, and I wish

Re-enter RUGBY.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quick. We fhall all be shent: Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the clofet.] He will not stay long.-What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I fay!-Go, John, go enquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home :--and down, down, adown-a, &c. [fings.

Enter Doctor CAIUS.

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

Quick. Ay, forfooth, 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. [Afide. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour, la grande affaire.

Quick. Is it this, sir?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, quickly : Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby? John!

Rug. Here, sir.

Caius. 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.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill 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 ?-Villainy !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 phlegmatic; 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.

-Speak-a your tale.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue :—

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page 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-awhile.

[Writes.

Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy :-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can; and the very yea and the nò is, the French doctor, my 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. '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, I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,-I know Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack'nape, give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park ; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle of make-you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here: by gar, I vill 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 appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer! Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me ;-By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door :-Follow my heels, Rugby.