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be what I would not, shall not make me tame: in Eva. '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 un
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 cream to 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 comes ; '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 kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day? Go your ways, and play, go.
Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Nirs. Page. He is a better scholar than 1 to play:
thought he was. Quick. Blessing of his heart!
Eva. He is a good sprag' memory. 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 Eva. Come hither, William ; hold up your too long.
(Exeuni. head; come.
Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your SCENE II.A room in Ford's house. Enter bead; answer your master, be not afraid.
Falstaff and Mrs. F'ord.
Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one my sufferance: I see, you are obsequiouse in your number more ; because they say, od's nouns.
love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not Eva. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Wil-only, mistress Ford, in the simple oflice of love, but liam?
in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremoWill. Pulcher.
ny of it. But are you sure of your husband now? Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than
Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. poulcats, sure.
Mrs. Page. (Wilhin.) What hoa, gossip Ford ! Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray
what hoa! you, peace. What is lapis, William ?
Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Will. A stone.
Erit Falstaff. Eva. And what is a stone, William ? Will. A pebble.
Enler Mrs. Page. Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you remember in Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at your prain. Will. Lapis.
home beside yourself?
Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Eva. That is good William. What is he, William, that does lend articles ?
Mrs. Page. Indeed ? Wull. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun;
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly;-speak louder. (Aside, and be thus declined, Singulariler, nominativo, body here.
Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have no hic, hæc, hoc. Era. 'Nominativo, hig, hag, hog ; pray you,
Mrs. Ford. Why? mark: genitivo, hujus : Well, what is your accu- his old lunes again: he so takes on yonder with
Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in sative case ? W'ill. Accusativo, hinc.
my husband; so rails against all married mankind;
so curses all'Eve's daughters, of wnat complexion Eva. I pray you, hare your remembrance, Isoever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, child; Accusalivo, hing, hang, hog. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant ever yet beheld, seemed but tameness, civility,
|crying, peer out, peer out !6 that any madness 1 Fou. Eva. Leave your prabbles, oman. What is
and patience, to this his distemper he is in now:
am glad the fat knight is not here. the focative case, William ? Will. 0--Vocativo, 0.
Mrs. Ford, Why, does he talk of him?
Mrs. Page. Or none but him; and swears, he Eva. Remember, William; focalive is, caret.
was carried out, the last time 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 hws (3) Apt to learn. 14) Sorrowful. (5) Mad fits. horns.
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 here ; 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 utterly shamed, 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. and he's but a dead man. What a woman are
(Eait you !--Away with him, away with him ; better shame than murder,
Re-enter Mrs, Ford, with two serveis. 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 bim : 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 knighi ( 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 came, 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 ?--Sei
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, inaster Page, their birding-pieces: creep into the kiln-hole. Fal. Where is it?
down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my 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 panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall th:
devil be shamed. What! wise, 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 Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There
Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; is no woman's gown big enough for him; other
indeed. wise, he might put on a hat, a mufller, 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. Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ; modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the
jealous fool to her husband !-I suspect without she's as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat, and her mufiler too: run up, sir John.
cause, mistress, do I ?
Mrs. Ford. 'Heaven be my witness, you do, il Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John ; mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head.
you suspect ine in any dishonesty. Nirs. 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. Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet
Page. This passes ! him in this shape: he cannot abido the old woman clothes alone.
Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the of Brentford ; he 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, I say. Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?
Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,–
Ford. Master Page, as I ain 3. 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 my jealousy is reasonablc : Pluck me out all the
house I am sure he is : my intelligence is true; men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the
linen. door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : die a flea's dcathi.
Mrs. Ford. If you find a inan there, he shall lil's go dress him like the witch of Breniford.
Page. Here's no man. (1) Short note of. (2) Seriousness. (5) Gant (4) Surpasses, to go beyond bounds
Skul. By my fidelity, this is not well, master, licly shamcu: and, methinks, there would be no Ford; this wrongs you.
period to the jesi, should he not be publicly Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not shamed. follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is Mrs. Page. Come, to the sorge 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. Aroom in the Garler Inn. Enlar Ford. Help to search my house this one time:
Host and Bardolph. it I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport: let Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three ! them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that search'd your horses: the duke himself will be to-morrow as a hollow walnut for his wife's leman.' Satisfy me court, and they are going to meet him. goce more; once more search with me.
Host. What duke should that be, comes so se Mrs. Ford. 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 ? cuine into the chamber. Ford old woman! What old woman's that ?
Bard. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.
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: they have had my house (ord.
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. Huve I not forbid her my house? She comes of
(Exeuni. errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not know what's brought to pass under the profes- SCENE IV.A room in Ford's House. Enter siun of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by Page. Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sur spells, by the figure, and such daubery as this is; Hugh Evans. theyond our element: we know nothing. Come lown, 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 ? Ester Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mrs. Page. Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
Ford. Pardon me, wile: Henceforth do what Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prath, come, give me thou wilt;
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's out! out? I'll conjure you, In him that was of late a heretic, l'il fortune-tell you.
(Exit Falstaff. As firm as faith. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you Page.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more have kill'd the poor woman.
Be not as extreme in submission, Mrs. 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, Eva. 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. peurd; 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. vou, 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; Cone, gentlemen. (Er. 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 flesh is punished, Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did noi ; he shall have no desires. he beat him most unpitisully, methought.
Pagt. So think I too. Mrs. Page. l'll have the cudgel hallowed, and Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when hang o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service,
he comes, Nrs. 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 Herde 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, 1 Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horne; Usink, in the way of waste, attempt us again. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
Nrs. Ford, Shall we tell our husbands how we And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a have served him ?
chain Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to In a most hideous and dreadful manner. scrape the higures out of your husband's brains. You have heard of such a spirit; and well you they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous know, sat knight shall be any further afflicted, welwn vill The superstitious idle-headed eldó still be the ininisters.
Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, Mrs. Ford. I'll narrant, they'll have him pub- This lale of Herne the hunter for a truth. (1) Lover
(2) Scal). (3) Scent. (1) Cry oul. (5) Sirikes. (6) Old age.
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, shor,
Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new And in this shape: When you have brought him Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthrepe thither,
phaginian. unto thee: Knock, I say. What shall be done with him? what is your plot ? | Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought up- up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as lo stay, sit on, and thus :
till she come down: I come to speak with her, in Nan Page my daughter, and my little son, deed. And three or sour more of their growth, we'll dress Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be reb Like urchins, ouphes,' and fairies, green and white, bed: I'll call. Bully knight! Bully sír Jolun . With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, speak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? it And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
Fal. (Above.) How now, mine host ? Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once
Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the With some diffused song ; upon their sight, coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, We two in great amazedness will fly:
bully, let her descend: my chambers are honouraThen let them all encircle him about,
ble: Fie! privacy ? fie!
Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman Mrs, Ford,
And till he tell the truth, even now with me; but she's gone. Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,
Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman And burn him with their tapers.
of Brentford 1 Mrs. Page.
The truth being known, Fal. Ay, marry, was muscle-shell; Whai We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, would you with her ? And mock him home to Windsor.
Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to Ford.
The children must her, seeing her go through the streets, lo know, sir, Be practised wo... this, or they'll ne'er do't. whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain,
Eva. I will each the children their behaviours ; had the chain, or no and I will be like a jack-an-napes also, to burn the Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. knight with my taber.
Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir ? Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, vizards,
that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all him or it. the fairies,
Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the Finely attired in a robe of white.
woman herself; I had other things to have spoken Page. That silk will I go buy; -and in that time with her too, from him. Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, (Aside. Fal. What are they? let us know. And marry her at Eton.- Go, send to Falstaff Host. Ay, come; quick. straight.
Sim. I may not conceal them, sir. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook : Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest. He'll tell me all his purpose : sure he'll come. Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us pro- mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my mas perties,
ter's fortune to have her, or no. And tricking for our fairies.
Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune. Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures,
Sim. What, sir ? and fery honest knaveries.
Fal. To have her,--or no: Go; say, the woman [Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans. told me so. Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford,
Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir ? Send quickly to sir John, to know his mind. Fal. Ay, sir Tike ; who more bold ?
(Exit Mrs. Ford. Sim. I thank your worship: 1 shall make my 'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, master glad with these tidings, (Exit Simple. And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.
Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot ;
John: Was there a wise woman with thee? And he my husband best of all affects :
Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one that The doctor is well money'd, and his friends hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her, in my life: and I paid nothing for it neither, but Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave was paid for my learning. her.
Enler Bardolph. SCENE V.A room in the Garter Inn. Enter Bard. Out, alas, sir! cuzenage! meer cozenage Host and Simple.
Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them,
varletto. Host. What would'st thuu have, boor? whal, Lard. Run away with the cozeners; for SO NOON (1) Elfs, hobgoblins. (2). Wild, discordant. (6) Cunning woman, a fortune-teller (3) Soundly. (4) Necessaripr 75) Cannibal.
as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from SCENE VI. Another Room in the Garter Inn. behind one of them, in a sl agh of mire; and set
Enter Fenton and Host, spurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.
Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, vil- is heavy, I will give over ali. lain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest Fent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my men,
And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee
A hundred pounds in gold, more than your loss.
Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I Ecz. Where is mine host ?
will, at the least, keep your counsel. Host. What is the matter, sir ?
Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there with the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page; is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there who, mutually, hath answered my affection is three cousin Germany, that has cozened all the (So far forth as herseif might be her chooser,) hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, Even to my wish : I have a letter from her of horses and money. . I tell you for a good-will
, of such contents as you will wonder at; look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should That neither, singly, can be manifested, be cozened: Fare you well.
(Exit. Without the show of both; wherein fat Falstaff
Hath a great scene; the image of the jest
(Showing the letter.
I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host: Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre ?
To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and one, doubtful dilemma.
Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen, Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a The purpose why, is here ;' in which disguise, me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de While other jests are something rank on loot, Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de Her father hath commanded her to slip court is know to come; I tell you for good vill: Away with Slender, and with him at Eton adieu.
(Exil. Immediately to marry: she hath consented : Host. Hue and cry, villain, go :-assist me, Now, sir, knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, vil. Her mother, even strong against that match, lain! I'am undone! (Exeunt Host and Bardolph. And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed
Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened; That he shall likewise shuffle her away, for I have been cozen'd and beaten too. If it should While other sports are tasking of their minds, come to the ear of the court, how I have been And at the deanery, where a priest attends, transformed, and how my transformation hath been Straight marry her : to this her mother's plot washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fisherinen's boots Made promise to the doctor ;-Now, thus it rests. with me; I warrant, they would whip me with Her faiher means she shall be all in white; their fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a dried And in that habit, when Slender sees his time pear. I never prospered since I forswore myself To take her by the hand, and bid her go, at Primero.' 'Well, if my wind were but long She shall go with him :-her mother hath intended, enough to say my prayers, I would repent.- The better to denote her to the doctor,
(For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,) Enter Mrs. Quickly.
That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enroba, Now! whence come you?
With ribbands pendant, faring 'bout her head;
And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have the maid hath given consent to go with him. suffered more for their sakes, more, than the vil- Host. Which means she to deceive ? father or
mother? lanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear.
Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me: Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, 1To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one,
And here it rests,--that you'll procure the vicar warrant ; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, And, in the lawful name of marrying, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you can. To give our hearts united ceremony. not see a white spot about her. Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue? I
Flost. Well, husband your device; I'll to the
vicar; was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow, and I was like to be apprehended for
the Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priesto
Feni. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; witch of Brentford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old Besides, I'll make a present recompense. (Exeunt, woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had set me the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch.
Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your chanıber: you shall hear how things go; and, 1
ACT V. warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to SCENE I.A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter bring you together! Sure, one of you does not
Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly. serve heaven well, that you are so crossed. Fal. Come up intu my chamber. (Exeunt.) Ful. Pry'thee, no more pratiling ;-go. (1) A game at cards,
(2) In the letter. (3) Fantastically