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Ford. Pray you go, Mr. Page.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow Ox the lousy knave, mine hoft.
Caius. Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.
Eva. A loufy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
Enter Fenton and Mistress Ann Page.
See, I cannot get thy father's love ;
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
Ank. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heav'n so speed me in my time to come!
Ann. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
[Fenton and Mrs. Ann go apart. (10) If opportunity and bumblest suit] Ds. Thirlby imagines, that our Author with more propriety wrote;
If iwiporturity and humblest suit I have not ventur'd to di urb the text, because, tho' an equal exactness be nct maintain’d in the expreffion, it may mean, “ If the freent npport initie: you find of solliciting my father, and your ühelstubim, cannot get him over to your party, &c.
Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly.
kinsman fhall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't; 'd'slid, 'tis but' venturing.
Shal. Be not dismay’d.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
Quick. Hark ye, Mr. Slender, would speak a word
Ann. I come to him.--This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Quic. And how does good master Fenton ? pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, thou had it a father!
Slen. I had a father, Mrs. Ann; my uncle can tell you good jefts of him. Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Ann the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Ann, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Glouceftershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will ; come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a squire.
Shal. He will make you' a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Ann. Good master Shallow, let him woo for him. self.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that. Good comfort s the calls you, coz : I'll leave you.
Ann. Now, master Slender.
indeed, I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heav'n ; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.
Ann. I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me ?
Slen. Truly, for my own part, I would little or no. thing with you; your father and my uncle have made motions; if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole! they can tell you how things go, better than I can; you may ask your father; here he comes.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page.
Fent. Nay, mafter Page, be not impatient.
child. Page. She is no match for you. Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
Page. No, good master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quic. Speak to mistress Page.
Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fathion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire. Let me have your good will. Ann. Good mother, do not marry me to yon
fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not, I seek you a better hure band.
Quic. That's my matter, master Doctor
Ann. Alas, I had rather be fet quick i'th' earth,
And as I find her, so am I affected. 'Till then, farewel, Sir; she must needs go in, Her father will be angry. [Exe. Mrs. Page and Anno
Fent. Farewel, gentle mistress; farewel, Nan.
Quic. This is my doing now. Nay, said I, will you caft away your child on a fool, and a physician ? look on master Fenton ; this is my doing.
Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night. Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.
[Exit. Quic. Now heav'n send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath, a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my maiter had mistress Ann, or I would Mr. Slender had. her; or, in sooth, I would Mr. Fenton had her. I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have promiś’d : and I'll be as good as my word, but speciously for Mr. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falsaf from my, two mistresses ; what a beast am I to flack it?
SCENE, changes to the Garter-Inn.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph. Fal. Ardolph, I
Bard. Here, Sir. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of fack, put a toast in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I liv'd to be carry'd in a basket, like a barrow of butchers Fal, and to be thrown nto the Thames? well, if I be fery'd such another crick, I'll have
my brains ta'en out and butter’d, and give them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues flighted me into the river, with as little remorse (20) as they
(20) As they would bave drown'd a blind bitch's puppies.] I have ventur'd to transpose the adjective here, against the authority of the printed copies. I know, in horfes, a cold from a blind ftallion lores. much of the value it might otherwise have; but are puppies ever drown's the sooner, for coming from a blind bitch? Two other pase sages in our Author countenance the transposition I have made.
would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i'th' litter; and you may know, by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in finking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, I thould down. I had been drown'd, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing Should I have been, when I had been swell'd? I should bave been a mountain of mummy.
Enter Bardolph. Now, is the fack brew'd ?
Bard. Here's Mrs. Quickly, Sir, to speak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some fack to the Thameswater; for my belly's as cold as if I had swallow'd snow-balls, for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Bard. Come in woman.
Enter Mistress Quickly. Quis. By your leave : I cry you mercy. Give your worship good morrow.
Fal. Take away these challices : go brew me a pottle of fack finely.
Bard. With eggs, Sir ?
Fal. Simple of itself: I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage. How now?
Quic. Marry, Sir, I come to your worship from mis. tress Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford? I have had Ford enough ; I was thrown into the Ford ; I have my belly full of Ford.
Quic. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault: she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection.
Fal. So did I mine, to build on a foolish woman's promise.
Launcr, in 2 Gent. of Verona.
-One, that I sav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it.
And, lago, in Otbello :