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Eva. He is a good sprag 2 memory. Farewelly.
Quic. Truly I thoughtthere had been one number mistress Page
more; because they say, od's nouns.

Mrs. Page. Adieu, good fir Hugh. Get you he height

Eva. Peace your tatlings. What is fair, William? home, boy.--Come, we stay too long. [Exeunt. i fter's Will, Pulcber.

5 Quic. Poul-cats! there are fairer things than poul


Ford's House.
Eva. You are a very fimplicity ’oman; I pray
you, peace. What is Lapis, William?

Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Ford.
Wil. A ftone,

Fal. Mistress Ford, your forrow hath eaten up
Eva. And what is a stone, William?

my fufferance : I see, you are obsequious in your
Will. A pebble.

love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; noc sret Eva. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember in

Jonly, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, 1 ប :. your prain.

but in all the accoutrement, complement, and cea

remony of it. But are you sure of your husband
Eve. That is a good William: What is he, Wil now?
liam, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet fir John.
naiter B
Will. Articles are borrow'd of the pronoun; and

Mrs. Page. [Witbin.] What hoa, gossip Ford ! berhus declind, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, bac, boc.

what hoa ! Eva. Nominativo, big, bag, bog; - pray you, 20

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, fir John. mark : genitive bujus: Well, what is your accu

(Exit Falstaff.
fative case?

Enter Mrs. Page
Will. Accufative, binc.

Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at
Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, home befides yourself?
child; Accusativo, bung, bang, bog.


Mrs. Ford. Why, none but my own people. this adiz

Quic. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Mrs. Page. Indeed? you.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly_Speak louder. [-Afide. Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nos 'tis tifocative case, William ?

body here. will present Will. Ovocativo, O.

Mrs. Ford. Why?

Eva. Remember, William; focative is, caret. Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in
. And that's a good root.

his old lunes 3 again : he so takes on 4 yonder
Eva. 'Oman, forbear.

with my husband; fo rails against all married man-
Mrs. Page. Peace.

kind; fo curses all Eve's daughters, of what com-
. What is your genitive case plural, William 35 plexion soever; and fo buffets himself on the fore-

head, crying, 5 Peer-out, peer-out! that any mad

{ness, I ever yet beheld, seem'd but tameness, cie
. Genitive, borum, barum, borum.

vility, and patience, to this distemper he is in now:

. 'Vengeance of Giney's case! fie on her! I am glad the fat knight is not here. Deyer name her, child, if she be a whore.

40 Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?
Eva. For fame, 'oman.

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he

. You do ill to teach the child such words: was carried out, the last time he search'd for him,
he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'lll in a basket; protests to my husband, he is now
do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum: here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their
-fie upon you !

45 company from their sport, to make another expe-
Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? haft thou no un riment of his suspicion : but I am glad the knight
derstanding for thy cases, and the numbers of the is not here; now he hall see his own foolery,
fenders: thou art a foolis christian creatures, as I

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will be
Mrs. Page. Pr’ychee, hold thy peace.

50 here anon.
Eva. Shew me now, William, fome declensions Mrs. Furd, I am undone!--the knight is here.

Mrs. Page. Why, then thou art utterly Mam'd,
Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

and he's but a dead man.

What a woman are you?
Eva. It is ki, ka, cud; if you forget your kies, Away with him, away with him; better Thame
your kes, and your cods, you must be preeches 155 than murther.
Go your ways and play, go.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how
Mrs. Dage. He is a better scholar, than I thought thould I bestow him? Shall I put him into the

basket again?

2 This word
Sir Hugh means to say, You must be breecb'd, i.e. flogg’d. To breecb is to flog.
je fill in use, and fignifies ready, alert

, Sprigbrly: it is pronounced as if it was written--spracka

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Enter Falfaff

Mrs. Ford. Go, firs, take the basket again on Fil. No, I'll come no more i' the basket : May Jyour shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he I not go out, ere he come?

bid you set it down, obey him : quickly, dispatch, Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's bro

[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford. thers watch the door with pistols, that none 5

Enter Servants with tbe basket.
should issue out; otherwise you might Nip away 1 Serv, Come, come, take up.
ere he came.--But what make you here?

2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight
Fal. What Mall I do? I'll creep up into the again.

1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much Mrs. Fird. There they always use to discharge 10 lead. their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Furd, Sballow, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugb Fal. Where is it?

Evans. Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, you any way then to unfool me again?-Set down but he hath an abstract' for the remembrance on 15the basket, villain :- Somebody call my wife :such places, and goes to them by his note : There Youth in a basket !- Oh, you pandarly rascals ! is no hiding you in the house.

there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy, against Fal. I'll go out then.

me : Now Ihall the devil be mam'd.What! Mrs. Ford. If you go out in your own semblance, wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what hoyou die, sir John; unless you go out disguis'd 20 neft cloathis you send forth to bleaching. How might we disguise him?

Page. Why, this paffes 4! Master Ford, you are Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There

go loose any longer; you must be pinion'd. is no woman's gown big enough for him; other Eva. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a mad wise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a dog! kerchief, and so escape.

(25) Sbal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; ia-
Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extre deed.
mity, rather than a mischief.

Enter Mrs. Ford.
Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, fir.-Come hither, mistress
Brentford, has a gown above.

Ford ;-mistress Ford, the honest woman, the moMrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him ; 30 delt wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jea. the's as big as he is ; and there's her thrum 2 hat, lous fool to her husband !-- suspect without cause, and her muffler 3 too: Run up, fir John.

mistress, do I? Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet fir John: mistress Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Page, and I, will look some linen for your head. Jyou suspect me in any dishonesty.

Mrs. Page, Quick, quick; we'll come dress you 35) Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.Itraight : put on the gown the while. [Exit Faljaff. Come forth, firrali. (Pulls the cluarbs cut of the basket.

Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet Page. This paffes 4. him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman Mrs. Ford. Are you not alham'd ? let the cloaths of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch, forbade her alone. my house, and hath threatened to beat her.


Ferd. I all find you anon.
Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Eva. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your
cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards! wife's cloaths ? come away.
Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming?

Ford. Empty the basket, I say.
Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he ; and Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,
talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had in- 45 Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was

one convey'd out of my house yesterday in this basMrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my ket; Why may not he be there again? In my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the house I am fure he is: my intelligence is true ; door with it, as they did last time.

my jealousy is reasonable : Pluck me out all the Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : 150 linen. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford.

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die Mrs. Ferd. I']] first direct my men what they Ja flea's death, fhall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man, for him straight.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, mafter Mrs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we 55 Ford; this wrongs 5 you. cannot misule him enough.

Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not folWe'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, llow the imaginations of your own heart: this is Wives may be merry, and yet honest 100:

jealousies. We do not act, that often jest and laugh;

Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. 'Tis old but true, Still fwine eat all the drwugh.

1601 Page. No, nor no where else but in your brain. 1 That is, a list, an inventory. 2 The brum is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making coarse hats. 3 A mujer was fome part of dress that cover'd the face. means here, to go beyond bounds. 5 Meaning, this is below your character.


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Ford. Help to search my house this one time: inf Mrs. Page. Yea, by all means, if it be but to I find not what I seek, thew no colour for my ex fcrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If tremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; let they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous them fay of me, As jealous as Ford, that search'd a fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two hollow wall-nut for his wife's leman'. Satisfy 5 will be still the ministers. me once more, once more search with me.

Mrs. Ford, I'll warrant, they'll have him pubi Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page ! come you) licly tham'd: and, methinks, there would be no and the old woman down; my husband will come period 5 to the jest, thould he not be publicly into the chamber.

Ford. Old woman! what old woman's that? Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it, then,
Mrs. Ferd. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brent Mape it : I would not have things cool. [Exeuns.
Ferd. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean!

Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of er-

The Garter inn.
rands, does she? We are simple men; we do not 15
know what's brought to pass under the profession

Enter Hoff and Bardolph.
of fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells

Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of by the figure, and fuch daubery 2 as this is : be your horses: the duke himself will be to-morrow yond our element : we know nothing. Come at court, and they are going to meet him. down, you witch; you hag you, come down, 1/20 Hof. What duke should that be, comes fo fem fay.

cretly? I hear not of him in the court : let me speak
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good fweet husband; -good with the gentlemen; they speak English?
gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman.

Bard. Sir, I'll call them to you.
Enter Falstaff in women's clearbs, led by Mrs. Page. Hoft. They shall have my horses; but I'll make
Mrs. Puge. Come, mother Prat, come, give me 2.5 them pay, I'll sauce trem : they have had my houses

a week at command; I have turn'd away my other Ford. I'll prat her :---Out of my doors, you

guests : they must come off ; I'U fauce them : witch! (Beats bime) you hag, you baggage, you


[Exeunt. poulcat, you ronyon 3 ! out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune tell you.

[Exit Fal. 301

Mrs. Page. Are you not asham'd?
think, you

Ford's house.
have kill'd the poor woman.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it:-'Tis a goodly

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sir

Hugb Evans.
Ford, Hang her, witch!


Eva. 'Tis one of the best discretions of a'omans
Eva. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is al (as ever I did look upon.
witch indeed: I like not when a'omans has a great Pagio And did he send you both these letters at
peard; I spy a great peard under his muffler. an inilant?

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech Mrs. Puge. Within a quarter of an hour.
you, follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: if 40

Ford. Pardon me, wife : Henceforth do what
I cry out thus upon no trail 4, never trust me when

thou wilt : I open again.

I rather will suspect the fun with cold, [ftand, Page. Let's obey his humour a little further : Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy honour Come, gentlemen.


In him that was of late an heretic,
Mr. Page

. Trust me, he beat him molt pitifully. 145 As firm as faith.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
beat him most unpitifully, methought.

Be not as extreme in submission,
Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallow'd, and As in offence;
hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious fer But let our plot go forward; let our wives

50 Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Mrs. Ford. What think you? may we, with the Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it.
conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?

Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of. Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, Page. How? to fend him word they'll meet him scar'd out of him; if the devil have him not in fec 55)

in the park
fimple, with fine and recovery, he will never, 1 At midnight! fie, fie; he will never come.
think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.

Eva. You say, he hath been thrown into the Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we rivers; and hath been grievously peaten, as an old have served him?

Woman: methinks, there hould be terrors in him, Lner. Leman is derived from leef, Dutch, belwood, and man.

2 Daxberies are disguises. Ronyer, applied to a woman, imports much the same with scall or feab spoken of a man.

4 This expreffion is borrowed from hunting. Trail is the scent left by the passage of the game. To erg cut, is to open or bark. s Meaning, there would be no proper catastrophe.

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that he should not come: methinks, his flesh is fand I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the punish'd, he thall have no desires.

knight with my taber. Page. So think I too.

Ford. This will be excellent. I'll go buy them Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when vizards. he comes,

5 Mrs. Page. My Nan Thall be the queen of all And let us two devise to bring him hither.

the fairies, Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Finely attired in a robe of white. Herne the hunter,

Page. That filk will I go buy ;-and in that time Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,

Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, [ Afide. Doth all the winter time, at ftill midnight, 10 And marry her at Eaton. -Go, send to Falstaff Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;

straight. And there he blasts the tree, and takes 'the cattle; Ford. Nay,I'll to him again in the name of Brooks And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come. In a most hideous and dreadful manner : [chain Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us proYou have heard of such a spirit; and well you know, 15 And tricking for our fairies.

[perties 5 The superstitious idle-headed eld 2

Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age,

and fery honest knaveries. This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.

(Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans. Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: 20 Send Quickly to fir John, to know his mind. But what of this?

[Exit Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device ;

I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us. And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. We'll send him word to meet us in the field, That Slender, though well-landed, is an ideot; Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. 25 And he my husband best of all affects :

Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, The doctor is well money'd, and his friends And in this shape : When you have brought him Potent at court; he, none but he shall have her, thither,

Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave What shall be done with him? what is your plot?


[Exit. Mrs. Page. That likewise we have thought 30

SCENE V. upon, and thus : Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,

Tbo Garter inn. And throe or four more of their growth, we'll dress

Enter Hot and Simple. Like urchins 3, ouphes, and fairies, green and white, Hoft. What would'st thou have, boor? what, With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, 35 thick-skin?. [peak, breathe, discuss; brief, Thort, And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, quick, snap. As Falstaff, the, and I, are newly met,

Simp. Marry, fir, I come to speak with fir John Let them from forth a faw-pit rush at once Falstaff from master Slender. With some diffused 4 song: upon their light,

Hoft. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, We two in great amazedness will ny :

40 his itanding-bed, and truckle-bed ? ; 'tis painted Then let them all encircle him about,

about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight; new; Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an And ask him, why that hour of fairy revel, | Anthropophaginian' unto thee: Knock, I say. In their to sacred paths he dares to tread

Simp. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone In shape prophane?

45 up into his chamber; I'll be fo bold as stay, fir, Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,

'till the come down: I come to speak with her, Let the supposed fairies pinch him found,

indeed. And burn him with their tapers.

Hoft. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be Mrs. Page. The truth being known,

robb'd : I'll call. Bully knight! Bully fir John! We'll all present ourselves; dif-horn the spirit, 50(peak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? And mock him home to Windsor.

It is thine hoft, thine Ephesian, calls. Ford. The children must

Falfaff above Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.

Fal. How now, mine hoft? Eva. I will teach the children their behaviours ; Hift. Here's a Bohemian Tartar 9 tarries the

1 To take, here means to seize or strike with a disease.

2 Meaning, age.

3 Urchin is a hedge-hogs but is here used to fignify any thing little and dwarfish. Oupb is a fairy or goblin. 4 Dr. Warburton jays, this fignifies a song that strikes out into wild sentiments beyond the bounds of nature, such as those whose fubje& is fairy land. 5 Properties are incidental necessaries to a theatre, exclusive of scenes and dresses. • To trick, is to dress out. 7 The usual furniture of chambers in those times contisted of a standing-bed, ander which was a truckle, or running bed. In the former lay the master, and in the latter the servant. 8 That is, a Cannibal. The Host uses this high-sounding word to astonish Simple; an effect which he probably likewife means to produce by the word Epbefian, which follows, 9 See the preceding note.

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coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descended fhorses and money. I tell you for good-will, look bully, let her descend; my chambers are honour you : you are wise, and full of gibes and vloutingable: Fie! privacy? fie!

togs; and 'tis not convenient you should be cozen'd: Enter Falfaff . Fare you well.

[Exit, Fal. There was, mine hoft, an old fat woman 5

Enter Caius.
even now with me; but she's gone.

Caius. Vere is mine Hoft de Farterre?
Simp. Pray you, lr, was't not the wise woman of Hif. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and
Brentford ?

doubtful dilemma.'
Fal. Ay,marry was it, mussel-Shell?; What would Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: But it is tell-a-me,
you with her?

10 dat you make a grand preparation for a duke de JaSimp. My master, fir, master Slender sent to her, many : by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de court is feeing her go through the street, to know, fir, whe know, to come: I tell you for good-vill: adieu. ther one Nym, sir, that beguil'd him of a chain, had

(Exit. the chain, or no,

Hift. Hue and cry, villain, go! affift me, knight; Fal, I spake with the old woman about it, 15 I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I'm Simp. And what says the, I


undone! pray,

[Exit. Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man,

Fal. I would all the world might be cozen'd; that beguild master Slender of his chain, cozen'd for I have been cozen'd, and beaten too. If it him of it.

Jihould come to the ear of the court, how I have Simp. I would I could have spoken with the wo-f20 been transform’d, and how my transformation hath man herself; I had other things to have spoken been wash'd and cudgel'd, they would melt me with her too, from him.

out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fither. Fal. What are they? let us know.

men's boots with me: I warrant, they would Hafi . Ay, come; quick.

whip me with their fine wits, till I were as cresta Simp. I'may not conceal them, fir,

25|faln as a dry'd pear. I never prosper'd fince I Fale Conceal them, or thou dy'ft.

foreswore myself at Primero 3. Well, if my wind
Simp. Why, fir, they were nothing but about were but long enough to say my prayers, I would
mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my mala repent.
ter's fortune to have her, or no.

Enter Mistress Quickly.
Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune,

30 Now! whence came you?
Simp. What, fir?

Quic. From the two parties, forfooth. Fal. To have her or no: Go; say the woman Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the told me so.

other, and so they fhall be both beftow'd! I have Simp. May I be so bold to say fo, fir?

suffer'd more for their fakes, more, than the vilFal. Ay, fir Tike; like who more bold. 135 lainous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to

Simp. I thank your worship: į shall make my
master glad with these tidings. [Exit Simple. Quic. And have not they suffer'd ? yes, I war.

. Thou art clerkly”, thou art clerkly, sir rant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, good John: Was there a wise woman with thee? heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see Fal

. Ay, that there was, mine hoft; one, that|40|a white spot about her. hath taught me more wit than ever I learn'd before Fal. What tell'At thou my of black and blue ? in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither, but I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rain. was paid for my learning.

lbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the Enter Bardolph.

witch of Brentford; but that my admirable dexBerd. Out, alas, fir! cozenage ! mere cozenage! 145 terity of wit, counterfeiting the action of an old Heft . Where be my horses ! speak well of them, woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had

fer me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a Bard. Run away with the cozeners : for so soon

witch, as I came beyond Eaton, they threw me off, from Quic. Sir, let me speak with you in your cham, behind one of them, in a nough of mire; and set 50 ber : you shall hear how things go; and, I war{purs , and away, like three German devils, three rant, to your content. Here is a letter will say

romewhat. Good hearts, what ado is here to bring Hoft. They are gone but to meet the duke, vil Iyou together! sure, one of you does not serve lain : do not say, they are filed; Germans are ho heaven well, that you are so cross’d.

551 Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Exeunt. Enter Sir Hugb Evans,

Eva. Where is mine hoft?
Hei. What is the matter, fir?

Enter Fenton and Hoft.
Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there Hoft Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind
is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there 60 is heavy, I will give over all,
is three couzin-germans, that has cozen'd all the Fent. Yet hear me speak: Adist me in my
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