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Quic. 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 the court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch.

Guius. By my trot, 1 tarry too long : od's me : Que ky je oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I will not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quic. Ay-me, he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? villaine, Larron! Rugby, my rapier. [Pulls Simple out of the closet.

Quic. Good master, be content.
Caius. Wherefore shall I be content-a?
Quic. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. What Thall de honeft man do in my closet i dere is no honest man, dat shall come in my closet.

Quic. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it. He came of an errand to me from parsun Hugb.

Caius. Vell.
Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quic. Peace, I pray you.
Caius. Peace-a your tongue, speak-a your tale.

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Ann Page for my master in the way of marriage.

Quic. 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, (10) baillez me {ome paper ; tarry you a little-a-while.

(10) Ballow me some paper;] Thus all the editions hitherto: and, I suppose, the Editors thought this a design'd corruption of the word borrow. But are we to imagine the Poet's doétor had not a scrap of paper in his house, but must send out to borrow fome? As Caius is represented a Frenchman, and generally speaks half Frencb, half Englif, it is much more probable to believe, our Author wrote, baillez me some paper, i. e, fetch, bring, give me some, So the French say, baillez la main, give me your hand, bailler, une oeillade, to wink, GC,

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Quic. I am glad, he is so quiet; if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and fo melancholy : but notwithstanding, man, I'll do for your matter what good l can; and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor my mafter, (l may call him my master, look you, for I keep his houle, and I wath, wring, brew, bakı, fcour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself.)

Simp. 'Tis a great charge to come under one body's hand.

Quic. Are you a-vis’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 miltress Ann Page ; but, notwithstanding that, I know Ann's mind, that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack’nape; give a this letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in de parke, and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-rape prieft to meddle or make you may be

gone; it is not good you tarry here; by gar, I will cut all his iwo ftones ; by gar he fail not have a stone to trow at his dog.

[Exit Simple. Quic. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.

Caius. It is no matter'a ver dat: do you not tell-ame, dat I shall have Ann 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,

1 will myself have Ann Page.

Quic. 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 the court with me;

-by gar, if I have not Ann Page, I shall turn your head out of door ; follow my heels, Rugby.

[Exe. Caius and Rugby. Quic. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Ann's mind for that ; never a woman in Windfor knows more of Ann's mind than I do, por can do more than I do with her, I thank heav'n.

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Quic. Who's there, I trow? come near the house, I pray you.

Enter Mr. Fenton.
Fent. How now, good woman, how dost thou ?

Quic. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Ann?

Quic. In truth, Sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle ; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way, I praise heav'n for it.

Fent. Shall I do any good, think it thou ? fhall I not lose


fuit ? Quic. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above; but not. withstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, he loves you: have not your worship a wart above your eye? Fent. Yes, marry, have I; and what of that?

Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale; good faith, it is such another Nan ; but, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke bread; we had an hour's talk of that wart: I shall never laugh but in that maid's company! but, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and musing;

Well--go to · Fent. Well, I shall fee her to-day; hold, there's money for thee : let me have thy voice in


behalf; if thou feeft her before me, commend me

Quic. Will I ? ay, faith, that we will: and I will tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence, and of other wooers.

Fent. Well, farewel, I am in great hafte now. [Exit.

Quic. Farewel to your worship. Truly, an honeft gentleman, but Ann loves him not; I know Ann's mind as well as another does. Out upon't, what have I forgot?


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SCENE, before Page's House.
Enter Mrs. Page, with a letter.

Mrs. PAGE.
HAT, have I 'fcap'd love-letters in the holy-

day-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them let me see :

“ Ask me no reason, why I love you ; for tho' love ule reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor: you are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's sympathy : you are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more sympathy; you love fack, and so do I; would you desire better sympathy? let it suffice thee, mistress Page, at the least if the love of a soldier can suffice, that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, love me :

By me, thine own true Knight, by day or night,
Or any kind of light, with all his might,
For thee to fight.

John Falfaff.What a Herod of Jury is this? O wicked, wicked world ! one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! what unweigh'd behaviour hath this Flemise drunkard pickt, i'th'devil's name, out of my conversation, that he ares in this manner assay me? why, he hath not been thrice in my company: what should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth, heav'n forgive me: why, I'll exhibit (11) a bill in the parliament for the putting down of


(11) – a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men :] What, Srs. Page, put down the whole species unius ob 116 xam, for a single


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fat men: how shall I be reveng'd on him for reveng'd I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page, trust me, I was going to your

house. Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you; you look very

ill. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to New to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.

Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet I say, I could shew you to the contrary : O mistress Page, give me some counsel.

Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Ford. O woman! if it were not for one trilling sespect, I could come to such honour.

Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman, take the honour; what is it? dispense with trifes ; what is it?

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted.

Mrs. Page. What, thou lieit! Sir Alice Ford! there Knights will hack, and so thou fhouldīt not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light; here, read, read; perceive, how I might be knighted : I fall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking; and yet he would not fwear; prais'd women's modeity; and gave fuch orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his difpofition would have

offender's trespass ? Don't be so unreasonable in your anger. But 'tis a false charge against you I am perfuaded, a short monofyllable is dropt out, which, once retord, would qualify the matter. We muft necessarily ready--for the putting down of fat mer.-Mrs. Ford Says in the very enrain: scene, I fall think ihe worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye, &c. And in the old Quarto's, Mrs. Page, so soon as the has read the letter, says, Will, I mall trust fat men the worse, while Il me, for his sake: And he is call's, the fat Knight, the greafy Knight, by the women, throughout the Play.


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