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Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos’d of. come!
Feni. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
No, good master Fenton. That now I aiui at.
Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender; in :nae. Gentle master Fenton,
Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir :
(Ereunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Ii opportunity and humble suit
Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Cannot attain it, why then-Hark you hither. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your [They converse apart.
In such a righteous fashion as I do, Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs.Quickly.
Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my And not retire: let me have your good will.
I must advance the colours of my love, kinspian shall speak for himself. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't:' slid, 'tis
Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond'
fool. but venturing. Shal. Be not dismay'd.
Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not
husband. for that,-but that I am afeard.
Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a
Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, word with you.
and bowl'd to death with turnips. Anne. I come to him.- This is my father's choice.
Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: good 0, what a world of rile ill-favour'd faults
master Fenton, Looks handsome in thrce hundred pounds a vear !
I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
[.Aside: My daughter will I question how she loves you, Quick. Ard how does good master Fenton ? And as I find her, so am I affected; Pray you, a word with you,
'Till then, farewell, sir :-She must needs go in : Shal. She's coming ; to her, cuz. O boy, thou Her father will be angry. hadst a father!
(Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Slen. 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 mistress Ånne ihe jest, how my father stole two Look on master Fenton :—this is my doing.
you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? geese out of a pen, good uncle. Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.
night in Glocestershire. Sha'. Ile will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
(Exit. Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,» kind heart he bath: a woman would run through
Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A under the degree of a squire.
Shal. 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 Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would himself.
master Fenton had her: I will do what I can for Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for them all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'N leave Fenton. Well, I must'of another errand to sir John
as good as my word; but speciously* for master you. Anne. Now, master Slender.
Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am
I to slacks it! Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
(Exit. Anne. What is your will ?
Slen. My will ? od's heartlings, that's a pretty SCENE V.1 room in the Garter Inn. Enler jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank
Falstaff and Bardolph. heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give Fal. Bardolph, I say,heaven praise.
Bard. Here, sir. Anné. I mean, master Slender, what would you Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't, with me?
[Erit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown nothing with you: your father, and my uncle, have into the Thames ? Well; if I be served such anmade motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy other trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buts man be his dole! They can tell you how things ter'd, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift, go, better than I can: you may ask your father ; The rogues slighted me into the river with as little here he comes.
remorsef as they would have drown'd a bitch's Enter Page, and Mistress Page.
blind puppies, fifteen i' the litter: and you may
know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh- sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should ter Anne.
down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? shelvy and shallow ; a dea ih ihat I abhor; for the You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : water swells a man; and what a thing should I
(1) A proverh—a shaft was a long arrow, and a (2) Come poor or rich. (3) Lot. (4) Specially. bolt a thick short one.
(5) Neglect. (6) Pity.
have been, when I had been swelled! I should Ford. What, while you were there? have been a mountain of mínmy.
Fal. While I was there,
Ford. And did he search for you, and could not Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine. find you?
Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence with you,
of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Fu!. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed ine inic i Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had buck-basket. swalloved snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Ford. A buck-basket! Call her in.
Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rumted me Bard. Come in, woman.
in with foui shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings,
and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was Enter Mrs. Quickly.
the rankest compound of villanous smell, that ever
offended nostril. Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give Ford. And how long lay you there? your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I Fil. Take away these chalices:' go brew me a have suffered to bring this wonan to evil for your pottle of sack finely.
good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple Bird. With eggs, sir ?
of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by Fil. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul brewage.- Erit Bard Iph.)-How now? clothes to Datchet-lane: they took nie on their
Quick. Murry, sir, I come to your worship from shoulders; met the jealous knave, their master, in inistress Ford,
the door; who asked them once or twice what they Fud. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I had in their basket. I quaked for fear, lest the was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full of lunatic knave would have searched it; but Fate ford.
ordaining he should be a cuckold, held' his hand. Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not Well: on went he for a scarch, and away went I her fault; she does so take on with her men ; they for soul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook: mistook their erection.
I suffered the pants of three several deaths : first, Fil. Sy did I mine, to build upon a foolish an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous woman's promise.
roiten-bell-wether: next, to be compassed like a Qrick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it good bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to woaid yearn your heart to see it. Her husband point, heel to head: and then, to be stopped in, like goes this morning a birding; she desires you once a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that free more to come to her between eight and nine: I must ted in their own grease: think of that,-a min of carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, my kidney,—think of that; that am is subject to I warrant you.
heat as butler ; a man of continual dissolution ard Fil. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape su:location. And her think, what a man is : let her consider his in the height of this bath, when I was more than frailty, and then jud:e of my merit.
half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be Quick. I will tell her.
thrown into the 'Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, Ful. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou ? in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that; Q:rick. Eight and nine, sir.
hissing hot,-think of that, masier Brook. Fr!. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for Quick. Peace be with you, sir !
(Exit.my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then Fil. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he is desperate; you'll undertake her no more. sent me word to stay within: I like his moncy well. Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into fina, O, here he comes.
as I have been into the Thames, cre I will leave
her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a birdEnter Ford.
ing: I have received from her another embassy of
meeting ; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Ford. Bless you, sir!
Brook, Ful. Now, master Brook; you come to know Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir, what hath passed between me and Ford's wife? Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appoint
ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and
Ful. Mister Brook, I will not lie to you; I was you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion at her house the hour she appointed me.
shall be crowned with your enjoying her : adieni. Ford. And how speed you, sir ?
You shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, Fal. Very ill-favouredly, mister Brook.
you shall cuckold Ford,
(Eril. Furd. How so, sir ? Did she change her deter- Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? mination ?
do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornu- Ford; there's a hole made in your best coal, master to, her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a con- Ford. This 'tis to be married ! this 'tis to have linen, tinual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant and buck-baskets !-Well, I will proclaim myselí of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of house : he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his com- should; he cannot creep into a half-penny purse, panions, thither provoked and instigated by his dis- nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that temper,'and, forsooth, to search his house for his guides him should aid him, I will search impossible wife's love.
places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to (1) Cups. (2) Bilboa, where the best blades are made. (3) Seriousness. (4) Make myself ready.
be what I would not, shall not make me tame: if Evc. 'Oman, forbear. I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go Mrs. Page. Peace. with me, I'll be horn mad.
(Eril.. Eva. What is your genitive case, plural, Wil
Will. Genitive case ?
Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum.
Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on
her !--never name her, child, if she be a whore. SCENE I.-The Street. Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Eva. For shame, 'oman, Quickly, and William.
Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words:
he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum:think'st thou ?
fie upon you ! Quick. Sure he is by this ; or will be presently : Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no but truly, he is very courageous! mad, about his understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires you the genders ? "Thou art as foolish Christian creato come suddenly.
tures as I would desires. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but Mrs. Page. Prythee, hold thy peace. bring my young man here to school: look, where Eva. Show me now, William, some declensions his master comics; 'tis a playing-day, I see. of your pronouns.
Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.
Eva. It is ki, kæ, cod; if you forget your kies,
your kas, and your cods, you must be preeches.“ How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day?
Go your ways, and play, go. Era. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I to play.
thought he was. Quick. Blessing of his heart!
Eva. He is a good spragmemory. Farewell, Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my mistress Page. son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. (Exit Sir you, ask him some questions in his accidence. Hugh.] Get you home, boy. Come, we stay Era. Come hither, William; hold up your too long.
[Exeunt. head; come.
Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your SCENE II.A room in Ford's house. Enter head; answer your master, be not afraid.
Falstaff and Mrs. Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one my sufferance: 1 sce, you are obsequious in your number more ; because they say, od's nouns.
love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not Eva. Peace your tartlings. What is fair, Wil- only, mistress Ford, in the simple oflice of love, but liam ?
in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremeWill. Pulcher.
But are you sure of your husband now? Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than
Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. poulcals, sure.
Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa, gossip Ford !
What hoa! Era. You are a very simplicity ’oman; you peace. What is lapis, William ?
Nrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John.
Enter Mrs. Page.
Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart ? who's at your prain. Will. Lapis.
home beside yourself?
Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Eve. That is good William. What is he, Wil
Mrs. Page. Indeed ? liam, that does lend articles ? Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun;
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly;-speak louder. (.4 side. and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, body here.
Mrs. Puge. Truly, I ain so glad you have nuhic, hac, hoc.
Mrs. Ford. Why? Era. Nominatiro, hiz, hag, hog; pray you, mark: genilivo, hujus : Well, what is your accu- his old luness again: he so takes on yonder with
Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in satire case ? B'ill. Accusalivo, hinc.
my husband; so rails against all married mankind;
so curses all Eve's daughters, of wnat complexion Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, child; Accisatiro, hing, hang, hog. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant cver yet beheld, scemed but tameness, civility;
crying, peer ont, peer oul ! that any madness I you.
and patience, to this his distemper he is in now : Era. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is
am glad the fat knight is not here. the focalive case, Williaın?
Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?
Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he
was carried out, the last tiine he searched for him, Quick. And that's a good root.
in a basket: protests to my husband, he is now (1) Outrageous. (2) Breeched, i. e. flogged. (6) As children call on a snail to push forth bisa (3) Apt to learn. 14) Sorrowful. (5) Mad fits.lhorns.
ny of it.
here ; and hath drawn him and the rest of their Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they company
from their sport, to make another experi- shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring liner. meni of his suspicion : but I am glad the knight for him straight.
(Eril. is not nere ; now he shall see his own foolery. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we
Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? cannot misuse him enough.
Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end ; he will We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, be here anon.
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: Mrs. Ford. I am undone!-the knight is here. We do not act, that often jest and laugh;
Mrs. Page. Why, then you are ulterly shamed, 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. and he's but a dead man. What a woman are
(Erit. you !-Away with him, away with him ; better shame than murder.
Re-enter Mrs. Ford, with two servants. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the bas- Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on ket again?
your shoulders; your master is hard at door: if he
bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch. Re-enter Falstaff.
1 Serv. Come, come, take it up. Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: may 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight I not go out, ere he come ?
again. Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro- 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much thers watch the door with pistols, that none should lead. issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he But what make you here?
Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into the
Evans. chimney. Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge have you any way then to unfool me again ?--Set
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, their birding-pieces: creep into the kiln-hole. Fal. Where is it?
down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my
wife: Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word.
-You, youth in a basket, come out here! Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but --O, you panderiy rascals ! there's a knot, a ging, he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the
devil be shamed. What! wife, I say! come, places, and goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the house.
come forth; behold what honest clothes you send Fal. I'll go out then.
forth to bleaching. Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own sem
Page. Why, this passes ;' Master Ford, you blance, you die, sir John. Unless you go out dis- are not to go loose any longer ; you must be guised,
pinioned. Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him?
Eva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad
dog! Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There is no woman's gown big enough for him; other
Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ;
indeed. wise, he might put on a hat, a mulller, and a kerchief, and so escape.
Enter Mrs. Ford. Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity, rather than a mischief. Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the
Ford. So say I too, Sir.-Come hither, mistress Brentford, has a gown above.
modest wise, the virtuous creature, that hath the Nirs. Page. On my word, it will serve him.: jealous fool'to her husband !—I suspect without she's as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat, and her mutfler too: run up, sir John.
cause, mistress, do I ?
Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, is Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John; mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head.
you suspect me in any dishonesty. Nrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress Come forth, sirrah.
Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. you straight : put on the gown the while.
[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. (Erit Fal.
Page. This passes ! Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he cannot abido the old woman clothes alone.
Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the of Brentford; be swears, she's a witch; forbade
Ford. I shall find you anon. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's wife's clothes ? Come away,
Eva. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil" guide his cudgel after
Ford. Empty the basket, 1 say. wards!
Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why, Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?
Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had in- basket: Why may not he be there again? In my
one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this telligence, Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my
house I am sure he is : my intelligence is true; men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the my jealousy is reasonable : Pluck ine out all the
linen. door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : die a flea's death.
Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford.
Page. Here's no man. (1) Short note of. (2) Seriousness. (3) Gang. (4) Surpasses, to go beyond bounds
Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master/licly shamed: and, methinks, there would be no Ford; this wrongs you.
period to the jest, should he not be publicly Ece Master Ford, you must pray, and not shamed. follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, jealousies.
shape it: I would not have things cool. (Exeunt. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. SCENE II.A room in the Garler Inn. Enter Furd. Help io search my house this one time:
Host and Bardolph. if I nad not what I seek, show no colour for my estremily, let me for ever be your table-sport: lei
Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of them say on me, As jealous as Ford, that search'd your horses: the duke himself will b: to-morrow at a hollow walnut for his wife's leman.' Satisfy me court, and they are going to meet him. once more; once more search with me.
Ilost. What duke should that be, comes so scMrs. Furd. What hoa, mistress Page! come cretly? I hear not of him in the court: Let me you, and the old woman down; my husband will speak with the gentlemen; they speak English? come into the chamber.
Burd. Ay, sir ; I'll call them to you. Furd. Old woman! What old woman's that ?
Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make Mrs. Ford. Why, it's my maid's aunt of Brent-them pay, I'll sauce them: ihey have had my house ford.
a week at command; I have turned away my other Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them:
Come. Have I not forbid her my house? She coines of
(Eseunt. errands, does she? We are simple men; we do noi know what's brought to pass under the profes- SCENE IV. A room in Ford's House. Enter sion of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sir spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is ; Hugh Evans. beyond our element: we know nothing. Come down, you witch, you hag you; come down, I say. Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good sweet husband ;-good as ever I did look upon. gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman. Page. And did he send you both these letters at
an instant ? Enter Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mrs. Page. Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
Ford, Pardon me, wite: Henceforth do what Mrs. Page. Come, mother Pratt, come, give me thou wilt; your hand.
I rather will suspect the sun with cold, Ford. I'll prat her :-Out of my door, you Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy honour witch! (beats him.) you rag, you baggage, you stand, polecat, you ronyon!: out! out! I'll conjure you, In him that was of late a heretic, la fortune-tell you.
(Erii Falstaff. As firm as faith. rs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you Page.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. hare kill'd the poor woman,
Be not as extreme in submission, Vrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it:—'Tis a goodly As in offence; credit for you.
But let our plot go forward : let our wives Ford. Hang her, witch!
Yet once again, to make us public sport, Era. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. peard; I spy a great peard under her muffler. Ford. There is no better way than that they
Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech spoke.of. you, follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I Page. How! to send him word they'll meet him cry out thus upon no trail,» never trust me when I in the park at midnight! fie, fie; he'll never come. open' again.
Eva. You say he has been thrown in the rivers ; Page. Let's obey his humour a little further; and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman; Come, gentlemen. (Ex. Page, Ford, Shal. and Eva. methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. should not come; methinks his fesh is punished,
Vrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did noi; he shall have no desires. he beat him most unpitifully, methought.
Page. So think I too. Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when hung o'er the allar; it hath done meritorious service.
Mrs. Ford. What think you ? May we, with the And let us two devise to bring him thither. warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne conscience, pursue him with any further revenge? the hunter,
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee- Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle;
Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we And makes milch-kine yieid blood, and shakes á have served him?
chain Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to In a most hideous and dreadful manner. scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If You have heard of such a spirit ; and well you they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous know, fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will The superstitious idle-headed elde still be the ministers.
Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age,
(1) Lover. (2) Scab. (3) Scent. (4) Cry out. (5) Strikes. (6) Old age.