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SLENDER another way, and takes off a boy in white;
and rises. Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE and MISTRESS FORD. Page. Nay, do not fly; I think we have watch'd you
now: Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ?
Mrs. Page. I pray you, come, hold up the jest no higlier. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives ?
See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town?
Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now? Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave ; here are his horns, Master Brook : and, Master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be paid to Master Brook*; his horses are arrested for it, Master Brook.
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck ; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again ; but I will always count you my deer.
Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. Ford. Ay, and an ox too : both the proofs are extant.
Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or four times in the thought they were not fairies : and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now how wit may be made a Jack-a-Lent, when 'tis upon ill employment !
Evans. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you.
Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.
140 Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her in good English.
Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'erreaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat too? shall I have a coscomb of frize? 'Tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.
Evans. Seese is not good to give putter; your belly is all putter.
Fal. “Seese” and “putter" ! have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking through the realm.
Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight?
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax?
Evans. And given to fornications, and to taverns and sack and wine and metheglins, and to drinkings and swearings and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?
Fal. Well, I am your theme : you have the start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me : use me as you will.
Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one Master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander : over and above that you have suffered, I think to repay that money will be a biting affliction.
Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt eat a posset to-night at my house ; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now lauglis at thee: tell her Master Slender hath married her daughter.
Mrs. Page. [Aside] Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius' wife.
Enter SLENDER. Slen. Whoa, ho ! ho, father Page !
Page. Son, how now! how now, son I have you dispatched ?
Slen. Dispatched ! I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, else!
Page. Of what, son ?
Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i'the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir !-and 'tis a postmaster's boy.
Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. 201
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl. If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him.
Page. Why, this is your own folly.
Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter by her garments ?
Slen. I went to her in white and cried “mum," and she cried “budget," as Anne and I had appointed ; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy.
Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry ; I knew of your purpose ; turned my daughter into green ; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.
Enter Caius. Caius. Vere is Mistress Page ? By gar, I am cozened · I ha' married un garçon, a boy ; un paysan, by gar, a boy ; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I am cozened.
220 Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? Caius. Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy : by gar, I'll raise all Windsor.
Erit. Ford. This is strange. Who hatlı got the right Anne ? Page. My heart misgives me : here comes Master Fenton.
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. How now, Master Fenton !
Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!
Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with Master Slender ?
281 Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid ?
Fent. You do amaze her: hear the truth of it.
Ford. Stand not amazed ; here is no remedy:
Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy!
250 What cannot be eschew'd must be embraced.
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased.
Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further. Master Fenton, Heaven give you many, many merry days !
Good husband, let us every one go home,
Let it be so. Sir John,
SCENE 1. An apartinent in the DUKE's palace.
Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, LORDS and Attendants.
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[Exit an Attendant. (181)