your wife; there's the short and the long. My Ford. If I do find it, well. Page. I will not believe such a Cataian*, tho' the priest o'the town commended him for a true man. Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well. Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George? Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art thou melancholy? Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy, -Get you home, go. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully-rook. 3 Shal Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Cains the French doctor. -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 measur sing of their weapons; and, I think, he hath Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets appointed them contrary places : for, believe in thy head now. Will you go, mistress Page? | me, I hear, the parson is no jester. Hark, I Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come will tell you what our sport shall be. 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?" and see; we have Mrs. Page. Go in with us, an honr's talk with yone re [Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Mrs. QUICKLY. Page. How now, master Ford? Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you hot he Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me? Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? Page. Hang'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service. Ford. Were they his men? Ford. I like it never the better for that. 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 too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head; I cannot be thus satisfied. Page. Look, where my ranting host of the * A lying sharper. # Stout, bold. Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavalier? 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 chistance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four tall t fellows skip like rats. Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Page. Have with you:-I had rather hear them 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 cannot put off my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and, what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look further intot and I have a disguise to sound, Falstaff: if I find her honest, I lose, not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. I hinds [Exit. SCENE II. A Room in the Garter Inn, Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL. T t Did. g Pay you again in stolen goods. Fal: Not a penny. I have been content sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn! I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow Nym; or else you had looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't, upon mine honour thou hadst it not. bog hu-- 2007 90 Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence? m of streh n 2002 ** 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. A short knife and a throng f; to your manor of Pickt-hatch, go. You' not bear a letter for me, you rogue! you stand upon your honour! Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my honour precise: I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving tlie fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to larch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cata-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour! You will not do it yow?rzin nud luces 352), o Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of man?-4aat of friz 976d 1 vít ind Enter ROBIN. "1 Fal. Mistress Ford-come,mistress Ford,— Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you have brought her into such a canaries, 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; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly, (all musk,) and so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her. I had myself twenty angels given me this morning: but I defy all angels, (in any such sort, as and, I warrant you, they could never get her they say,) but in the way of honesty :so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good she Mercury. Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand tinies and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven. Fal. Ten and eleven? Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you Robi Sir, here's a woman would speak wot** of;-master Ford, her husband, will with you. Fal. Let her approach. Enter Mistress QUICKLY. haQuick. Give your worship good-morrow. Quick. I'll be sworn as my mother was, the first hour I was born. Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? bong on bovisos mo777 5 Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two? be from home. Alas!, the sweet woman leads Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me to her; I will not fail her. 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 wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your 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 Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;-I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; pray; come a little nearer this ways-I my-surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in self dwell with master doctor Caius. truth: dimensi Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll ouchsafe thee the hearing. 1 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 Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! Heaven bless them, and, make them his servants! out. Fat. Well: mistress Ford what of her?Quick. That were a jest, indeed?-they have Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. not so little grace, I hope: that were a trick, Lord, lord! your worship's a wanton: Well, indeed! But mistress Page would desire you heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray to send her your little page of all lovest; § Protect. Draws along with you. To cut purses in a crowd. Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell. Know. nest man. her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page and, truly, master Page is an hoNever a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go t to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it; for if there a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy. a Fal. Why, I will. 21 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 another's mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world. Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's my purse; I I am yet thy debtor, -Boy, go along with this woman. This news distracts me! [Exeunt QUICKLY and ROBIN. Pist. This punk is one of cupid's carriers Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm [Exit PISTOL. Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis done, no matterly done; so it be fairly them all! Enter BARDOLPH. Fal, Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porterool or p Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.... Fal. Speak, good master Brook; I shall be glad to be your servant. !:!,, Ford Sir, I hear you are a scholar,-I will be brief with you; and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself ac quainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfection; but, good sir John, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the re gister of your own; that I may pass with a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know," how easy it is to be such an offender, obteni Fal. Very well, sir; proceed.vult qend Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is Ford. 1ml ft left ge Fal. Well, sir al- og mi, 119 Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a doting observance; engrossed opportunities to meet her; fee'd every slight occa sion, that could but niggardly give me sight of her; not only bought many presents to give her, but have given largely to many, to know what she would have given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath pursued me; which hath been, on the wing of all occasions, But or in my means, meed, I am sure, I have rewhatsoever I have merited, either in my mind, wor-ceived none; unless experience be a jewel: that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that hath taught ine to say this: by Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your ship a morning's draught of sack. barFal. Brook, is his name?*** Bard. Ay, sir. Erol o Fals Call him in [Exit BARDOLPH.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! hal mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompassed you? go to; viat! Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir. 1 Fal. And you,sir: Would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you. TO Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? Give us leave, drawer Exit BARDOLPH. Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook, L.I A AWA Fal. Good niaster Brook, I desire more ac quaintance of you. Ford. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something embolden'd me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues; Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. 50705 91 57 fod of I JI Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfaction at her hands? I 12 Ang Ford. Never. Fal. Have you importuned her to such a purpose? Ford. Never. Fal. Of what quality was your love, then? Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me? Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she ap pear honest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her mirth so far, that there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, sir John, bere man scellent breeding, admirable dis is the heart of my purpose: You are a gentlecourse, of great admittance ||, authentic in your Since. b place and person, generally allowed for Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is your many warlike, court-like, and learned this !--My heart is ready to crack with impapreparations. tience-Who says, this is improvident jea Fal. O, sir! bolousy? My wife hath sent to him, the hour is Ford. Believe it, for you know it:-There fixed, the match is made. Would any man have is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; thought this? See the hell of having a false spend all I have; only give me so much of woman! my bed shall be abused, my coffers your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and 1 siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife: use shall not only receive this villainous wrong, your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; but stand under the adoption of abominable if any man may, you may as soon as anyba terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency Terms! names! Amaimon sounds well; of your affection, that I should win what you Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are would enjoy? Methinks, you prescribe to devilst additions, the names of fiends; but yourself very preposterously i cuckold! wittol S-cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous! I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitæ || bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises: and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven o'clock the hour;I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold! [Exits in Ford. O, understand my drift! she dwells 60 securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to her with any detection my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves; I could drive ber then from the wardt or her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too strongly embattled against me: What say you to't, sir John? Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next, give me your hand; and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife. .*1 Ford. O good sir! Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall." want none. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, Enter CAIUS and RUGBY. "6av si Vat is de clock, Jack? you shall want none. I shall be with her Bug. Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh may tell you,) by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed. Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir? Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! know him not yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money for the which his wife seems to me well-favoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home. robo Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him. promised to meet. is no come; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come: by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come. Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew, your worif he ship would kill in Herring is no d Caius. By gar, is no dead, so as Ivill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I will kill himgatitool Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fencello dont Caius. Villainy, take your rapiér, ellis tudt Rug. Forbear; here's company, wi Enter HOST, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE! Host. Bless thee, t thee, bully doctor. Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius. Page. Now, good master doctor! Slen. Give you good-morrow, Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife.- Host. To see thee fight,to see thee foin ¶, to Come to me soon at night :-Ford's a knave, see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see and I will aggravate his stile 1; thou, master thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy Brook,shalt know him for a knave and cuckold: stock,thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant**. come to me soon at night. of S Exit. Is he dead, my Ethiopian ? is he dead, my ⚫Approved. balas Contented cuckold. Terms in fencing. Francisco? ha, bully! What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the world; he is not show his face. Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal! Hector of Greece, my boy ! light Caius. I pray you, bear witness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. T tud Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions: is it not true, master Page? Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one; though we are jus tices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, master Page Page. 'Tis true, master, Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master doctor, Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace; you have shewed yourself a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shewn himself a wise and patient church man; you must go with me, master doctor. Host. Pardon, guest justice:-A word, monsieur Muck-water t. Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat? Host. Mack-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully Caius. By gar, then I have as much muckvater as de Englishman-Scurvy jack-dogpriest! by gar, me, vil cut his ears. Host.Hewill clapper-claw thee tightly,bully. 294 - Lal que sod 7 or Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. zig zho Caius Me tank you for dat.com Host. And moreover, bully,But first, master guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. onder ouret us a algos [Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he foveanor p Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields: will it do well? loli 1,0 Shal. We will do it. 365 Page, Shal, and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. [Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de, priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die : but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shall woo her: Cry'd game, said Lwell? o JWA Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat by gar, I love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients. i keno 0. Host, For the which, will be thy adversary towards Anne Page; said I well?X Caius: By gar, 'tis good; vell said. Host. Let us wag then. Caius, Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.or [Exeunt. 1490 s of OSCENE I. A Field near Frogmore. Enter Sir HUCH EVANS and SIMPLE, Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your namơ, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick? Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the parkward, every way; old Windsor way and every way but the town way. Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.. Sim." I will, sir. 107971 Ja Eva. 'Pless my soul!'how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!--I shall be glad, if he have deceived mé: how melancholies will knog urinals about his kuave's costard when I have good opportu hities for the 'ork:-'pless my soul! [Sings. To shallow rivers, to whose falls THAY D994. I, wod There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. Mercy on have a great dispositions to cry, When as I sat in Pabylon, 113Ỉ 9780 Melodious birds sing madrigals,+ es And althousand vagran posies en shallow to vod Sim. Yonder he is coming, thisway, sir Hugh. Eual He's welcome in #7 LWtoY To shallow Heaven is he? prosperers to whose falls theory right! What weapons Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentle man from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Eta. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms. Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Shal. How now, master parson ?.. Good Cant term for Spaniard. Drain of a dunghill. * Head. $Babylon, the first line of the 139th Psalm. apar |