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Shal. Tur, Sir, I could have told you more; in there times you stand on distance, your parles, stoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, ’ris here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip

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Hot. Here, boys, here, here: shall we wag?

Page. lave with you ; I had rather hear them scoli than fight.

[Exeunt Holt, Shallow and Page. Ford. Tho' Page be a secure fool, (15) and stand to firmly on his wife's fealty, yet I cannot put off my opinion to easily. She was in his company at Page's house ; and what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look further into't; and I have a disguise to sound Falsiaf: if I find her honeft, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestow'd.

[Exit. SCENE changes to the Garter-Inn.

Enter Falftaff and Piftol. Fal. Will not lend thee a penny.

Pift. Why then the world's mine oyster, which I with fword will open.od will retort the tum in equipage.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, you Mould lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you, and your couch-fellow, Nim; or else you had look'd throuzh the grate, like a geminy of baboons. I am damn'd in bell for swearing to gentleinen, my friends, you were good soldiers, and tail fellows. And when mift:els Bridge! loit the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thou hadit it not.

Piff, Didit thou not share? hadit thou not fifteen pence?

(15) And fand so firmly on his soife's frailty,] No, surely; Page food lightly to the opinion of her honesty, and would not entertain a thought of her being fail. I have therefore venturd to fubftitate

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Fal. Two thousand, fair woman, and I'll vouchfae (16) Go, a sort knife, and a thong,] All the old copies bave it, throng : as I believe, the Author design'd; i. e. a kort knive and a crour, the two requisites for a pick-pocket. Picki-hatch, as wc.

Fal. Reason, you rogue; reason : think't thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, harig no more about me, I am no gibber for you : (16) , a short knive, and a throng, to your manor of Pickt hatch; go, you'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue! you Atar.d upon your honour! why, thou un confinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the term of my honour precise. 1, 1, I mysel: fometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the leit hand, and hiding mine honour in my necefiry, am fain to hufte, to hedge and to lurch; and yet you rogue will ensconce your tags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your phrases, and your buld-beating oaths, under the shiel. ter of your honour! you will not do it, you! Pijl. I do relent; what wouidit thou wore of man?

Enter Robin.
Rob. Słr, here's a woman would speak with you.
Fal. Let her approach.

Enter Mifres Quickly,
Quic. Give your worship good morrow.
Inl. Good morrow, good wife.
Quis. Not so, an't please your worship.
Bal. Good maid, then.

. I'll be sworn, as my mother was, the firf hour I was born.

Fel. I do believe the swearer : what with me?

Quic. Shall I vouchfa fe your worship a word or two thee the hearing.

Quic. There is one mistress Ford, Sir: ! pray, come a little nearer this ways: I myself dwell with Mra Doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: mistress Ford, you say,

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Quic. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, no body hears : mine own people, mine own people.

Quic. Are they lo ? heav'n bless them, and make them his servants.

Fal. Well: mistress Ford, what of her ?

Quic. Why, Sir, he's a good creature. ord, Lord, your worship's a wanton ; well, heav'n forgive you, and all of us, I pray

Fal. Mistress Ford, come, mistress Ford

Quic. Marry, this is the fort and the long of it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as 'tis wonderful : the best courrier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such à canary

Yet there has been Knights, and Lords, and Gentlemen, with their coaches ; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter afier letter, gift after gift, smelling so sweetly; all musk; and lo russling, I warrant you, in folk and gold, and in such alligani 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 fort as they say, but in the way of honesty; and I warrant you, they could never ger her so much as ssp 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 tays she to me: be brief, my good

Quic. Marry, she hath receiv'd your letter, for the which she thanks you a thousand times; and the gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.

Fal. Ten and eleven,

Quic. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, he says, that you 'wot of : master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet


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woman leads an ill life with him, he's a very jealousya man ; she leads a very frampold life with him, good heart.

Fal. Ten and eleven : woman, commend me to her, I will not fail her.

Quic. Why, you say well : But I have another mesa senger to your worship; miftreis page has her hearły cominendat ons to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modeft wire, and one (I tell you, that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windjer, whce'er be the other; and the bade me tell your worship, that her husband is feldom from home, but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman lo doat upon a man; durely, I think you have charms, la ; yes, in truth.

Fal. Not !, I assure theę; setting ihe attraction of m! good pores afide, I have no other charms.

21.6. Blefing on your heart for't.

ial. But I pray thee, tell me this ; bas Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted (ach other how they love me !

Quic. That were a jeft, indeed ; they have not fo Licile grace, I hope ; that were a priek, indeed! bot miltreis Page would defire you to send her your little Jage, of all loves : her husband has a marvelous in ection to the lit:le page; ani, truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Il'indfor leads a better life, than the does; do what he will, Ey what fie will, take all, pay all. go to bed when he lift, rile whin the lift, all is as she will; and, truly, the deserves. it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor., truly, Me

You must send her your page; no remedy. Fal, Why, I will.

Quic. Nay, but do so then; and, look you, he may come and go between you both, and in any case have a näy-word, that you may know one another's mind: and ihe boy never need to underfiand 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.


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fal. Fare thee weil; commend me to them both : there's my purse, I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with this woman.

This news distracts me.

[Exe. Quick and Robin. Pift. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers : Clap on more fails; pursue; up with your fights; Give fire ! she is my prize, or ocean whelin them all!

[Exit Piftol. Fal. Say'lt thou fo, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make more of thy old body, than I have done; wilt they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expence of so much money, be now a gainer? good body, I than thee ; let them say, 'tis grossly done ; fo be is. fairly done, no matter.

Enter Bardo'ph. Bard. Sir John, there's one master Erook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath lent your worship a morning's draugho of sack.

Fut. Brook, is his name?
Burd. Ay, Sir.

Fuil. Call him in; (Exit Bardolph.) such Brooks are welcome to me, thai o’erblow with such liquor. Ah! ah! mistress Ford and mitref. Page, have I encompals'd you ? go to, vic!

Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford di guis’d.
Ford. Bless you, Sis.
Fal. And you, Sir; would you speak with me?

Ford. I make bold to press with lo little preparation upon you.

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 liame is Brook. Fal. Good master Brack, I de fire more acquaintance:

Ford. Good Sir John, I fue for yours; not to.charge you; for I mut let you understand, I think myself in, betier plight for a lender than you are,, the which hath:


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