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something embolden'd me to this unreason'd intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.

Fal. Money is a good soldier, Sir, and will on.

Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money, here, troubles me : if you will help me to bear it, Sir Johit, take all, or half, for easing ipe of the carriage.

Fal. Sir, I know not how I may delerve to be your porter.

Ford. I will tell you, Sir, if you will give me the hearing.

Fal. Speak, good master Brook, I fall be glad to be your servant.

Ford. Sir, I hear, you are a scholar ; (I will be brief with you ;) and you have been a man long known to. me, tho'l had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you: I Mall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own imperfections; but good Sir Ichi, as you have one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own, that I may pals with a reproof the easier ; fith you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender.

Fal. Very well: Sir, proceed.

Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is. Ford.

Fal, Well, Sir.

Ford. I have long lov'd her; and, I protest to you, beitow'd much on her; follow'd her with a doating obfervance; ingrofs'd opportunities to

meet her; fee'd every slight occafion, that could but niggardly five me fight of her; not only bought many presents, to give her, but have given largely to many, to know what she would have given : briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath pursu'd me, which hath been on the wing of all occasions. But whatsoever I have merited, cisher in my mind, or in my means; meed, I am sure, I have received none ; unleis experience be a jewels that I have purchas’d at an infiniçe rate, and that hath taught me to say this ; “ Love like a shadow fies, when substance love pursues; " Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues."


Fal. Have you receiv'd no promise of satisfaction at her hands?

Ford. Never.
Fal. Have you importun'd her to such a purpose ?
Ford. Never.
Fal. Of what quality was your love then?

Ford. Like a fair house, built on another man's ground; so that I have lost my edihce, by mistaking the place where I erected it.

Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all.. Some say, that tho' she appear honest to me, yet in other places the enlargeth her mirth so far, that there, is fhrewd contruction made of her. Now, Sir John, here is the heart of my purpose : You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great adinittance, authentick in your place and person, generally allow'd for your many war-like, court-like and learned preparations.

Fal. O Sir!

Ford. Believe it, for you know it;, there is money, fpend it, spend it; spend more, spend all I have, only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable fiege to the honesty of this Fore's wife a use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you ;.

if any man may, you may as soon as any:

Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemence of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy ? methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

Ford. O, understand my drift ;. Me dwells fo securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be look'd against." Now, coald I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves ; I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too too strongly embasteld against me. What say’t, Sir John?


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Fal. Master Brook, I will for it make bold with yoàn. money s next give me your hand; and laft, as I am a gentleman, you all, if you will, enjoy Fords wife.

Ford: O good Sir !
Fal. Master Brook, I say, you fhall.
Ford. Want no money, Sir John, you shall want nore.
Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you

fall want none ; I fall be with her, I ma tell you, by her own appointment. Even as you came in to me, her affiftant, or go-between, parted from me; I say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven ; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth;. come you to me at night, you hall know how I {peed.

Furd. I am bleit in your acquaintance : do you know Ford, Sir?

Fal. Harg him, poor cuckoldly knave, I know him AOC : yet I wrong him, to call him foor; they say, the jealous wittolly hnave hath maffes of money, fot the which his wide seems to me well-favourit. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly-rogue's there's my harveit-home.

Ford. I would you knew Ford, Sir, that you might avoid him, if you saw him.

Fal. Hang him, mechanical-salt-butter rogue; I will itare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel; it Mall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns. Master Brock thou fhalt know, I will pre. dominate over the peasant; and thou shalt lie with his wife: Come to me soon at night ; Ford's a. knave, and I will aggravare his ftile: thou, master Brook, shalt linow him for knave and cuckold : come to me foon at night.

Exit. Ford. What a damn'd Epicurean rascal is this! my heart is ready to crack with impatience. Who says, this is improvident jealousy: my wife hath fent to him, the hour is fixt, the match is made; would any man have thought this . fee the helt of having a false woman! my bed shall be abus'd, my coffers ransack’d, my reputation gnawn at; and I hall not only receive

this villainous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by himn that does me the wrong. Terms, names ; Amaimon sounds well, Lucifer, well; Barbajon, well; yet they are devils additions, the names of fiends : but cuckoid, witrol, cuckold ! the devil himself hath not such a name.

Page is an ass, a secure ass, he will truft his wife; he will not be jealous : I will rather traft a Fleming with my butter, parfon Hugh. the Welchman with my cheese, an Irish-men with my aquavite bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herfelf: then the plots, then he ruminates, then the devises : and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will efect. Heav'n be prais’d for my jealousy! Eleven o'clock the hour; I will prevent this, detec my wife, he reveng'd on Fahlaff, and laugh at Page: I will about it: betier three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fy,, fy, fy; cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!

[Ex.te, SCENE changes to IVindsor-Park.

Enter Caius and Rugby.. Caius. TACK Rugby!

Rug. Sir. Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack? Rug. 'Tis past the hour, Sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd

Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his pible well, dat he is no come : by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come. Rug. He is wife, Sir; he knew, your worship would

Caius. By gar, de herring is not so dead as me vill make him. Take your rapier, Jack I vill tell you

Rug. Alas, Sir, I cannot fence.
Caius. Villainy, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company..



to meet.

kill him, if he came.

how I vill kill hima

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender and Page. Hoft. 'Bless thee, bully-doctor. Shal. 'Save you, Mr. Doctor Caius. Page. Now, good Mr. Doctor. Slen. Give you good morrow, Sir. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for it

Hoft. To see thee fight, to see thee foigne, to see thce traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to fee thee pass thy puncto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopean? Is he dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully? what says my Ælcu lapius? my Galen? my heart of elder i ha? is he dead, bully-ftale? is he dead?

Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack-prieft of de vorld; he is not ihow his face.

Hoj. Thou art a Castalinn-king-Urinal: Hefior of Greece, my boy.

Caius. I pray you bear witness, that me have stay fix. or seven, two tree hours for him, and he is no come.

Shal. He is the wiser man, Mr. Doctor; he is a cuier of fouls, and you a curer of bodies: if you should fight, you go against the hair of your profesions : Is it not true, maler Page ?

Page. Mafter Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, thɔ' now a man of peace.

Shal. Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho' I now. be old, and of peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one; tho we are justices, and doctors, and church, men, Mr. Page, we have some salt of our youth in usi we are the fons of wonen, Mr. Page., Page. 'Tis true, Mr. Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, Mr. Page. Mr. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home; I am sworn of the peace : you have lhew'd yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath hewn himself a wise and patient church-man : you must go with me, Mr. Doctor..

Helt. Pardon, gueft-justice; a word, monsieur mock water,

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