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comes; ’is a playing-day, I see. How now, Sir Hugh, no sehool to-day?

Enter Evans. Eva. No ; maller Slender is let the boys leave to play.

Quic. Blessing of his heart.

Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my fon profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence.

Eva. Come hither, William; hold up your head,

Mrs. Page. Come on, Sirrah, hold up your head; anfiver your master, be not afraid.

Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns?
Vill. Two.

Quic. Truly, I thought there had been one number more, because they say od's nouns.

Eva. Peace your tatlings. What is, Fair, William?
Will. Pulcher.
Quic. Poulcats ? there are fairer things than poul.

Eva. You are a very simplicity o’man ;-I pray you, peace. What is, Lapis, William ?

Hill. A stone.
Eva. And what is a stone, Willian?
Will. A pebble.

Eva. No, it is Lapis: I pray you, remember in your prain.

W’ill. Lapis.

Evn. That is a good William: what is he, William, that does lend articles ?

Will. Articles are borrow'd of the pronoun, and be thes declin’d, fingulariter nominati:vo, hic, hæl, hoc.

Evi. Nominativo, big, haz, hog; pray you, mark: genitivo, hajus : well, what is your accufative case??

Hill. Accufative, bino.

Eva. I pray you have your remembrance, child; akorlative, kung bang, kog. 2. Hang hog is Larin for bacon, I warrant you.,

cats, fure.

Eva. Leave your prabbles, o'man. What is the focative case, William

Will. O, vocativo, O.
Eva. Remember, William, focative is caret.
Quic. And that's a good root.
Eva. O’man, forbear.
Mrs. Page. Peace
Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ?
Will. Genitive case?
Eva. Ay.
Will. Genitive, hurum, harum, horum.

Quic. 'Vengeance of Ginyes case; fy on her ; never name her, child, if she be a whore.

Eva. For shame, o’man.

Quic. You do ill to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves ; and to call horum; fy upon you!

Eva. O’man, art thou lanacies ? 'hast thou no underftandings for thy cases, and the numbers of the genders? thou art as foolish christian creatures, as I would defire.

Mrs. Page. Pr’ythee, hold thy peace.

Eva. Shew me now, William, fome declenfions of your pronouns.

Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

Eva. It is, qui, quæ, quod ; if you forget your quies, your quæs, and your quods, you must be preeches: go your ways and play, go.

Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought he

Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewel, Mrs. Page.

Mrs. Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. Get you home, boy. Conie, we ftay too long.

[Exeunt. SCENE changes to Ford's House.

Enter Falstaff and Mistress Ford. Fal.

sufferance ; I see you are obsequious in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth;



not only, mistress Ford, in the fimple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your husband now?

Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet Sir John.

Mrs. Page. [wirbin.) What hoa, gossip Ford! what họa ! Mrs. Ford. Step into th' chamber, Sir John.

Exit Falstaff.
Enter Mistress Page.
Mrs. Page. How now, sweet heart, who's at home
befides yourself?

Mrs. Ford. Why none but mine own people.
Mrs. Page. Indeed?
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly_Speak louder. [ Afide.

Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have no body here.

Mrs. Ford. Why?

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again ; hé lo takes on yonder with my husband, so rails against all married mankind, fo curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion loever, and so buffets, himlelf on the forehead, crying, peer-out, peer-out ! that any madness I ever yet beheld seem'd but tame. ness, civility, and patience, to this diftemper he is in now; I am glad, the fat knight is not here.

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?

Mrs. Page. Of none but him? and swears, he was carry'd out, the laft time he search'd for him, in a basket; protests to my husband, he is now here ; and hath drawn him and the rest of their company from their sport, to make another experiment of his fufpicion ; but I am glad, the Knight is not here; now he fhall see his own foolery.

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ?
Mrs. Page. Hard by, at street's end, he will be here


Mrs. Ford. I am undone, the Knight is here.

Mrs. Page. Why, then thou art utterly tham'd, and he's but a dead man. What a woman are you? away

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with him, away with him; better shame than murder.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him ? shall I put him into the basket again?

Enter Falftaff. Fal. No, I'll come no more i'th' basket: may I not go out, ere he come?

Mrs. Page. Alas! alas! three of master Ford's brothers watch the door with pistols, that none should issue out, otherwise you might lip away ere he came : but what make here?

Fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney.

Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge their birding-pieces; creep into the kill-hole.

Fal. Where is it?

Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word; neither press, coffer, cheft, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his note ; there is no hiding you in the house.

Fal. I'll go out then.

Mrs. Ford. If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John, unless you go out disguis’d. How might we disguise him?

Mrs. Page. Alas-the day, I know not; there is no woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.

Fal. Good heart, devise something; any extremity, rather than mischief.

Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brain. ford, has a gown above.

Mrs. Paje. On my word, it will serve him ; she's as big as he is, and there's her thrumb hat, and her muffer too. Run up, Sir John.

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, Sweet Sir John; mistress. Page and I will look some linnen for your head.

Mrs. Page. Quick, quick, we'll come dress you fraight; put on the gown the wbile. (Exit Falstaff.


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Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet him in this shape; he cannot abide the old woman of Brainford; he swears, the's a witch, forbade her my house, and hath threatened to beat her.

Mrs. Page. Heav'n guide him to thy husband's cadgel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards!

Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?

Mrs. Pase. Ay, in good sad::ess is he; and talks of the basket too, however he hath had intelligence.

Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as they did all time.

Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here prefently ; let's go

dress him like the uit h of Brainford.

Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall do with the basket; go up, I'll bring linnen for him ftraight.

Mr. Page. Hang him, dishoneft varlet, we cannot misule him enough. We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do,



honest too.
We do not act, that often jest and laugh:
"Tis old but true, Still svine eats all the draugh.

Mrs. Ford. Go, Sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders ; your master is hard at door ; if he bid you set it down, obey him : quickly, dispatch.

[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford.

Enter Servants with the bajket. i Serv. Come, come, take up.

2 Serv. Pray heav'n, it be not full of the Knight again. i Serv. I hope not. I had as lief bear so much lead.

Enter Ford, Shallow, Page, Caius and Evans. Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have you any way then to unfool me again set down the basket, villain ; somebody call my wife: youth in a baiket! oh you panderly rascals, there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy, against me; now shall the

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