Cai. I, dat is very good, excellant.

Heft. Peace, I fay: heare mine Hoft of the Garter, Am I politicke? Am I fubtle? Am I a Machiuell? Shall I loofe my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parfon? my Priest? my Sir Hugb? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the No-verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celestiall) fo: Boyes of Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to wrong places your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the iffue: Come, lay their fwords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow.

Shal. Trust me, a mad Hoft: follow Gentlemen, follow.

Slen. O fweet Anne Page.

Cai. Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make-a-de-fot of vs, ha, ha?

Eua. This is well, he has made vs his vlowting.stog: I defire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our praines together to be reuenge on this fame fcall-fcuruy-cogging-companion the Hoft of the Garter.

Cai. By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceiue me too. Euan. Well, I will Imite his noddles: pray you follow.

Scena Secunda.

Mift.Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoft,
Euans, Caius.

Mift. Page. Nay keepe your way (little Gallant) you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader: whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your mafters heeles?

Rob. I had rather (forfooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarfe. (Courtier.

M.Pa. O you are a flattering boy, now I fee you'l be a Ford.Well met miftris Page, whether go you. M.Pa.Truly Sir, to fee your wife, is the at home? Ferd. I, and as idle as the may hang together for want of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.

M.Pa. Be fure of that, two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke? M.Pa. I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you cal your Knights name Rob.Sir Iobn Falstaffe.

Ford. Sir Iobn Falstaffe.

(firrah?

M.Pa. He,he,I can neuer hit on's name; there is fuch a league betweene my goodman, and he is your Wife at Ford. Indeed the is. (home indeed?

M.Pa. By your leaue fir, I am ficke till I fee her. Ford. Has Page any braines? Hath he any eies? Hath he any thinking? Sure they fleepe, he hath no vse of them : why this boy will carrie a letter twentie mile as easie, as a Canon will shoot point-blanke twelue fcore: hee peeces out his wiues inclination: he giues her folly motion and aduantage: and now he's going to my wife, & FalStaffes boy with her : A man may heare this showre fing in the winde; and Falstaffes boy with her: good plots, they are laide, and our reuolted wiues fhare damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife, plucke the borrowed vaile of modeftie from the fo-feeming Mift.Page, divulge Page himselfe for a fecure and

wilfull Acteon, and to thefe violent proceedings all my neighbors fhall cry aime. The clocke giues me my Qu, and my affurance bids me fearch, there I fhall finde FalStaffe: I fhall be rather praifd for this, then mock'd, for it is as poffitiue, as the earth is firme, that Falstaffe is there I will go.

Shal. Page,&c. Well met Mr Ford.

Ford. Trust me, a good knotte; I haue good cheere at home, and I pray you all go with me.

Shal. I muft excufe my felfe Mr Ford.

Slen. And fo muft I Sir,

We haue appointed to dine with Miftris Anne,
And I would not breake with her for more mony
Then Ile fpeake of.

Shal. We haue linger'd about a match betweene An Page, and my cozen Slender, and this day wee shall haue our answer.

Slen. I hope I haue your good will Father Page. Pag. You haue Mr Slender, I ftand wholly for you, But my wife (Mr Doctor) is for you altogether.

Cai. I be-gar, and de Maid is loue-a-me: my nursha-Quickly tell me fo mush.

Hoft. What fay you to yong Mr Fenton? He capers, he dances, he has eies of youth: he writes verfes, hee fpeakes holliday, he fmels April and May, he wil carry't, he will carry't,'tis in his buttons, he will carry't.

Page. Not by my confent I promife you. The Gentleman is of no hauing, hee kept companie with the wilde Prince, and Pointz: he is of too high a Region, he knows too much no, hee shall not knit a knot in his fortunes, with the finger of my fubftance: if he take her, let him take her fimply the wealth I haue waits on my confent, and my confent goes not that way.

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Ford. I befeech you heartily, fome of you goe home with me to dinner befides your cheere you fhall haue fport, I will fhew you a monfter: Mr Doctor, you shal go, fo fhall you Mr Page, and you Sir Hugh. Shal. Well, fare you well:

We shall haue the freer woing at Mr Pages.
Cai. Go home Iohn Rugby, I come anon.

Hoft. Farewell my hearts, I will to my honeft Knight Falftaffe, and drinke Canarie with him.

Ford. I thinke I fhall drinke in Pipe-wine first with him, Ile make him dance. Will you go, Gentles? All. Haue with you, to fee this Monster. Exeunt

Scena Tertia.

Enter M.Ford, M.Page, Seruants, Robin, Falstaffe,
Ford, Page, Caius,Euans.

Mift. Ford. What Iobn, what Robert.
M.Page. Quickly, quickly: Is the Buck-basket-
Mif. Ford. I warrant. What Robin I fay.
Mif.Page. Come, come, come.

Mift. Ford. Heere, fet it downe.

M.Pag.Giue your men the charge, we must be briefe, M. Ford.Marrie, as I told you before (Iohn & Robert) be ready here hard-by in the Brew-houfe, & when I fo dainly call you, come forth, and (without any pause, or ftaggering) take this basket on your fhoulders: y done, trudge with it in all haft, and carry it among the Whitfters in Dotchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddie ditch, close by the Thames fide.

Be gone, and come when you are call'd. M.Page. Here comes little Robin. (with you? Mift. Ford. How now my Eyas-Musket, what newes Rob. My M.Sir John is come in at your backe doore (Mift. Ford, and requests your company.

M.Page. You litle Iack-a-lent, haue you bin true to vs Rob. I, Ile be fworne: my Mafter knowes not of your being heere and hath threatned to put me into euerlafting liberty, if I tell you of it: for he fweares he'll turne

Mift. Ford. O fweet Sir Iobn.

Fal. Miftris Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate (Mist. Ford) now fhall I fin in my wish; I would thy Husband were dead, Ile fpeake it before the beft Lord, I would make thee my Lady.

Mift. Ford. I your Lady Sir Iobn? Alas, I should bee a pittifull Lady.

Fal. Let the Court of France fhew me fuch another: I fee how thine eye would emulate the Diamond: Thou haft the right arched-beauty of the brow, that becomes the Ship-tyre, the Tyre-valiant, or any Tire of Venetian admittance.

Mift. Ford. A plaine Kerchiefe, Sir John: My browes become nothing elfe, nor that well neither.

Fal. Thou art a tyrant to say fo: thou wouldst make an abfolute Courtier, and the firme fixture of thy foote, would give an excellent motion to thy gate, in a femicircled Farthingale. I fee what thou wert if Fortune thy foe, were not Nature thy friend: Come, thou canst not hide it.

Mift. Ford. Beleeue me, ther's no fuch thing in me. Fal. What made me loue thee? Let that perfwade thee. Ther's fomething extraordinary in thee: Come, I cannot cog, and fay thou art this and that, like a-manie of thefe lifping-hauthorne buds, that come like women in mens apparrell, and fmell like Bucklers-berry in fimple time I cannot, but I loue thee, none but thee; and thou deferu'ft it.

M. Ford. Do not betray me fir, I fear you loue M.Page. Fal. Thou mightst as well fay, I loue to walke by the Counter-gate, which is as hatefull to me, as the reeke of a Lime-kill.

Mif. Ford. Well, heauen knowes how I loue you, And you fhall one day finde it.

Fal. Keepe in that minde, Ile deferue it.

Mift. Ford: Nay, I must tell you, so you doe;

Or elfe I could not be in that minde.

Rob. Miftris Ford, Miftris Ford: heere's Miftris Page at the doore, fweating, and blowing, and looking wildely, and would needs fpeake with you presently.

Fal. She fhall not fee me, I will enfconce mee behinde the Arras.

M. Ford. Pray you do fo, fhe's a very tatling woman. Whats the matter? How now?

Mift.Page. O miftris Ford what haue you done? You'r fham'd, y'are ouerthrowne, y'are vndone for euer. M. Ford. What's the matter, good miftris Page? M.Page. O weladay, mift. Ford, hauing an honeft man to your husband, to giue him fuch caufe of fufpition. M.Ford. What cause of fufpition?

M.Page. What caufe of fufpition? Out vpon you: How am I mistooke in you?

M.Ford. Why (alas) what's the matter?

M.Page. Your husband's comming hether (Woman) with all the Officers in Windfor, to search for a Gentleman, that he fayes is heere now in the house; by your confent to take an ill aduantage of his abfence: you are vndone.

M. Ford. "Tis not fo, I hope.

M.Page. Pray heauen it be not fo, that you haue fuch a man heere but 'tis most certaine your husband's comming, with halfe Windsor at his heeles, to ferch for fuch a one, I come before to tell you: If you know your felfe cleere, why I am glad of it: but if you haue a friend here, conuey, conuey him out. Be not amaz'd, call all your fenfes to you, defend your reputation, or bid farwell to your good life for euer.

M.Ford. What fhall I do? There is a Gentleman my deere friend and I feare not mine owne fhame so much, as his perill. I had rather then a thousand pound he were out of the house.

M.Page. For fhame, neuer stand (you had rather, and you had rather :) your husband's heere at hand, bethinke you of fome conueyance: in the house you cannot hide him. Oh, how haue you deceiu'd me? Looke, heere is a basket, if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creepe in heere, and throw fowle linnen vpon him, as if it were going to bucking: Or it is whiting time, fend him by your two men to Datchet-Meade.

M. Ford. He's too big to go in there: what shall I do?
Fal. Let me fee't, let me fee't, O let me fee't:

Ile in, Ile in: Follow your friends counfell, Ile in. M.Page. What Sir John Faiftaffe? Are these your Letters, Knight?

Fal. I loue thee, helpe mee away: let me creepe in heere ile neuer

M.Page. Helpe to couer your master (Boy:) Call your men (Mift. Ford.) You diffembling Knight.

M.Ford. What Iobn, Robert, Iohn; Go, take vp these cloathes heere, quickly: Wher's the Cowle-ftaffe? Look how you drumble? Carry them to the Landreffe in Datchet mead quickly, come.

Ford. 'Pray you come nere: if I fufpect without cause, Why then make sport at me, then let me be your ieft, I deferue it: How now? Whether beare you this? Ser. To the Landreffe forfooth?

M. Ford. Why, what haue you to doe whether they beare it? You were beft meddle with buck-washing.

Ford. Buck? I would I could wash my felfe of y Buck: Bucke, bucke, bucke, I bucke: I warrant you Bucke, And of the feafon too; it fhall appeare.

Gentlemen, I haue dream'd to night, Ile tell you my dreame: heere, heere, heere bee my keyes, afcend my Chambers, fearch, feeke, finde out: Ile warrant wee'le vnkennell the Fox. Let me ftop this way firft: fo, now

Follow me Gentlemen.

Euans. This is fery fantasticall humors and iealoufies. Caius. By gar, 'tis no-the fashion of France :

It is not iealous in France.

Page. Nay follow him (Gentlemen) fee the yffue of his fearch.

Mift. Page Is there not a double excellency in this? Mift. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, That my husband is deceiued, or Sir Iobn.

Mift.Page. What a taking was hee in, when your husband askt who was in the basket?

Mift. Ford. I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of washing fo throwing him into the water, will doe him a benefit.

Mift.Page. Hang him dishonest rafcall: I would all of the fame ftraine, were in the fame diftreffe.

Mift. Ford. I thinke my husband hath fome speciall fufpition of Falftaffs being heere: for I neuer saw him fo groffe in his iealoufie till now.

Mift. Page. I will lay a plot to try that, and wee will yet haue more trickes with Falstaffe: his diffolute disease will scarfe obey this medicine.

Mif. Ford. Shall we fend that foolishion Carion, Mist. Quickly to him, and excufe his throwing into the water, and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment?

Mift.Page. We will do it: let him be fent for to morrow eight a clocke to haue amends.

Ferd. I cannot finde him may be the knaue bragg'd of that he could not compaffe.

Mif.Page. Heard you that?

Mif. Ford. You vfe me well, M.Ford? Do you?
Ford. I, I do fo.

M.Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoughts

Ford. Amen.

Mi.Page. You do your felfe mighty wrong (M.Ford) Ford. I, I: I must beare it.

Ex. If there be any pody in the house, & in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the preffes: heauen forgive my fins at the day of iudgement.

Caius. Be gar, nor I too: there is no-bodies.

Page. Fy, fy, M. Ford, are you not afhem'd? What fpirit, what diuell fuggefts this imagination? I wold not ha your diftemper in this kind, for y welth of Windfor caftle. Ferd. 'Tis my fault (M.Page) I fuffer for it.

Euans. You fuffer for a pad confcience: your wife is as honeft a o'mans, as I will defires among fiue thoufand, and fiue hundred too.

Cai. By gar, I fee 'tis an honeft woman.

Ford. Well, I promifd you a dinner: come, come, walk in the Parke, I pray you pardon me: I wil hereafter make knowne to you why I haue done this. Come wife, come Mi. Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me.

Page. Let's go in Gentlemen, but (trust me) we'l mock him: I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after we'll a Birding together, I haue a fine Hawke for the bush. Shall it be fo

Scana Quarta.

Enter Fenton, Anne, Page, Shallow, Slender,
Quickly, Page, Mift. Page.

Fen: I fee I cannot get thy Fathers loue, Therefore no more turne me to him (fweet Nan.) Anne. Alas, how then?

Fen. Why thou must be thy felfe.

He doth obiect, I am too great of birth,
And that my ftate being gall'd with my expence,
I feeke to heale it onely by his wealth.
Befides thefe, other barres he layes before me,
My Riots paft, my wilde Societies,
And tels me 'tis a thing impoffible

I should loue thee, but as a property.
An. May be he tels you true.

No, heauen fo fpeed me in my time to come,
Albeit I will confeffe, thy Fathers wealth
Was the first motiue that I woo'd thee (Anne :)
Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew
Then ftampes in Gold, or fummes in fealed bagges:
And 'tis the very riches of thy felfe,
That now I ayme at.

An. Gentle M. Fenton,

Qui. Hark ye, M.Slender would fpeak a word with you
An. I come to him. This is my Fathers choice:

O what a world of vilde ill-fauour'd faults
Lookes handfome in three hundred pounds a yeere?
Qui. And how do's good Master Fenton?
Pray you a word with you.

Shal. Shee's comming; to her Coz :
O boy, thou hadst a father.

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Slen. I had a father (M. An) my vncle can tel you good iefts of him pray you Vncle, tel Mift. Anne the ieft how my Father stole two Geefe out of a Pen, good Vnckle. Shal. Miftris Anne, my Cozen loues you.

Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glocestershire.

Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman. Slen. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the degree of a Squire.

Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds joynture.

Anne. Good Maifter Shallow let him woo for himfelfe.

Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for that good comfort: the cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you. Anne. Now Mafter Slender. Slen. Now good Miftris Anne. Anne. What is your will?

Slen. My will? Odd's-hart-lings, that's a prettie ieft indeede: I ne're made my Will yet (I thanke Heauen:) I am not fuch a fickely creature, I giue Heauen praise. An.

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Anne. I meane (M.Slender) what wold you with me? Slen. Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or nothing with you: your father and my vncle hath made motions if it be my lucke, fo; if not, happy man bee his dole, they can tell you how things go, better then I can : you may aske your father, heere he comes.

Page. Now Mr Slender; Loue him daughter Anne.
Why how now? What does Mr Fenter here?
You wrong me Sir, thus ftill to haunt
my house.

I told you Sir, my daughter is difpofd of.

Fen. Nay Mr Page, be not impatient.

Mift.Page. Good M. Fenton.come not to my child.
Page. She is no match for you.

Fen. Sir, will you heare me?

Page. No, good M. Fenton.

Come M. Shallow: Come fonne Slender, in;
Knowing my minde, you wrong me (M. Fenton.)
Qui. Speake to Miftris Page.

Fen. Good Mift. Page, for that I loue your daughter

In fuch a righteous fashion as I do,

Perforce, against all checkes, rebukes, and manners,
I must aduance the colours of my loue,

And not retire. Let me haue your good will.

An. Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole. Mift.Page. I meane it not, I feeke you a better huf

band.

Qui. That's my mafter, M.Doctor.

An. Alas I had rather be fet quick i'th earth, And bowl'd to death with Turnips.

Mift. Page. Come, trouble not your felfe good M.
Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
My daughter will I question how the loues you,
And as I finde her, fo am I affected:

Till then, farewell Sir, the must needs go in,
Her father will be angry.

Fen. Farewell gentle Miftris: farewell Nan. Qui. This my doing now: Nay, faide I, will you caft away your childe on a Foole, and a Phyfitian: Looke on M. Fenton, this is my doing.

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Fen. I thanke thee: and I pray thee once to night, Giue my fweet Nan this Ring: there's for thy paines. Qui. Now heauen fend thee good fortune, a kinde heart he hath a woman would run through fire & water for fuch a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maister had Miftris Anne, or I would M.Slender had her: or (in footh) I would M. Fenton had her; I will do what I can for them all three, for fo I haue promifd, and Ile bee as good as my word, but fpecioufly for M. Fenton. Well, I muft of another errand to Sir John Falstaffe from my two Miftreffes: what a beast am I to flacke it.

Scena Quinta.

Enter Falftaffe, Bardolfe, Quickly, Ford.

Fal. Bardolfe I fay.

Bar. Heere Sir.

Exeunt

Fal. Go, fetch me a quart of Sacke, put a toft in't. Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of butchers Offall? and to be throwne in the Thames? Wel, if I be feru'd fuch another tricke, Ile haue my braines 'tane out and butter'd, and giue them to a dogge for a New-yeares gift. The rogues flighted me into the riuer with as little remorfe, as they would haue drown'de a

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blinde bitches Puppies, fifteene i'th litter and you may know by my fize, that I haue a kinde of alacrity in finking: if the bottome were as deepe as hell, I fhold down. I had beene drown'd, but that the fhore was sheluy and fhallow a death that I abhorre: for the water fwelles a man; and what a thing fhould I haue beene, when I had beene fwel'd? I fhould haue beene a Mountaine of Mummie.

Bar. Here's M.Quickly Sir to fpeake with you.

Fal. Come, let me poure in fome Sack to the Thames water for my bellies as cold as if I had fwallow'd fnowbals, for pilles to coole the reines. Call her in.

Bar. Come in woman.

Qui. By your leaue :

cry you mercy? Giue your worship good morrow.

Fal. Take away thefe Challices: Go, brew me a pottle of Sacke finely. Bard. With Egges, Sir?

Fal. Simple of it felfe: Ile no Pullet-Spersme in my brewage. How now?

Qui. Marry Sir, I come to your worship from M. Ford. Fal.Mift. Ford? I haue had Ford enough: I was thrown into the Ford; I haue my belly full of Ford.

Qui. Alas the day, (good-heart) that was not her fault: fhe do's fo take on with her men; they mistooke their erection. (promise.

Fal. So did I mine, to build vpon a foolish Womans Qui. Well, the laments Sir for it, that it would yern your heart to fee it: her husband goes this morning a birding; the defires you once more to come to her, betweene eight and nine: I must carry her word quickely, fhe'll make you amends I warrant you.

Fal. Well, I will vifit her, tell her fo: and bidde her thinke what a-man is: Let her confider his frailety, and then judge of my merit.

Qui. I will tell her.

Fal. Do fo. Betweene nine and ten faift thou?

Qui. Eight and nine Sir.

Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miffe her.

Qui. Peace be with you Sir.

Fal. I meruaile I heare not of Mr Broome: he sent me

word to stay within: I like his money well. Oh, heere be comes.

Ford. Bleffe you Sir.

Fal. Now M. Broome, you come to know
What hath paft betweene me, and Fords wife.
Ford. That indeed (Sir John) is my bufineffe.
Fal. M. Broome I will not lye to you,

I was at her house the houre the appointed me.
Ford. And fped you Sir?

Fal. very ill-fauouredly M. Broome.

Ford. How fo fir, did fhe change her determination ? Fal. No (M.Broome) but the peaking Curnuto her hufband (M.Broome) dwelling in a continual larum of ieloufie, coms me in the inftant of our encounter, after we had embraft, kift, protefted, & (as it were) fpoke the prologue of our Comedy: and at his heeles, a rabble of his companions, thither prouoked and inftigated by his distemper, and (forfooth) to ferch his houfe for his wiues Loue. Ford. What? While you were there?

Fal. While I was there.

For. And did he fearch for you, & could not find you? Fal. You fhall heare. As good lucke would haue it, comes in one Mift. Page, giues intelligence of Fords approch and in her inuention, and Fords wiues diftraction, they conuey'd me into a bucke-basket.

Ford

Ford. A Buck-basket?

Fal. Yes: a Buck-basket: ram'd mee in with foule Shirts and Smockes, Socks, foule Stockings, greafie Napkins, that (Mafter Broome) there was the rankeft compound of villanous fmell, that euer offended noftrill.

Ford. And how long lay you there?

Fal. Nay, you fhall heare (Mafter Broome) what I haue fufferd, to bring this woman to euill, for your good Being thus cram'd in the Basket, a couple of Fords knaues, his Hindes, were cald forth by their Miftris, to carry mee in the name of foule Cloathes to Datchet-lane they tooke me on their fhoulders: met the jealous knaue their Mafter in the doore; who ask'd them once or twice what they had in their Bafket? I quak'd for feare leaft the Lunatique Knaue would haue fearch'd it: but Fate (ordaining he should be a Cuckold) held his hand : well, on went hee, for a fearch, and away went I for foule Cloathes : But marke the fequell (Mafter Broome) I fuffered the pangs of three feuerall deaths: First, an intollerable fright, to be detected with a iealious rotten Bell-weather: Next to be compass'd like a good Bilbo in the circumference of a Pecke, hilt to point, heele to head. And then to be ftopt in like a ftrong diftillation with stinking Cloathes, that fretted in their owne grease: thinke of that, a man of my Kidney; thinke of that, that am as fubiect to heate as butter; a man of continuall diffolution, and thaw: it was a miracle to scape fuffocation. And in the height of this Bath (when I was more then halfe ftew'd in greafe (like a Dutchdish) to be throwne into the Thames, and coold, glowing-hot, in that ferge like a Horsefhoo; thinke of that; hiffing hot: thinke of that (Master Broome.)

Ford. In good fadneffe Sir, I am forry, that for my fake you haue fufferd all this.

My fuite then is defperate: You'll vndertake her no more?

Fal. Mafter Broome: I will be throwne into Etna, as I haue beene into Thames, ere I will leaue her thus; her Husband is this morning gone a Birding: I haue receiued from her another ambaffie of meeting 'twixt eight and nine is the houre (Master Broome.)

Ford. 'Tis paft eight already Sir.

Fal. Is it? I will then addreffe mee to my appointment: Come to mee at your conuenient leifure, and you fhall know how I fpeede: and the conclufion fhall be crowned with your enioying her: adiew: you fhall haue her (Mafter Broome) Mafter Broome, you shall cuckold Ford.

Ford. Hum: ha? Is this a vifion? Is this a dreame? doe I fleepe? Mafter Ford awake, awake Mafter Ford: ther's a hole made in your beft coate (Mafter Ford:) this 'tis to be married; this 'tis to haue Lynnen, and Buckbaskets: Well, I will proclaime my felfe what I am : I will now take the Leacher: hee is at my house: hee cannot scape me: 'tis impoffible hee fhould: hee cannot creepe into a halfe-penny purse, nor into a PepperBoxe: But leaft the Diuell that guides him, fhould aide him, I will fearch impoffible places: though what I am, I cannot auoide; yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame: If I haue hornes, to make one mad, let the prouerbe goe with me, Ile be hornemad. Exeunt.

Actus Quartus. Scana Prima.

Enter Miftris Page, Quickly, William, Euans.
Mift.Pag. Is he at M. Fords already think'ft thou?

Qui. Sure he is by this; or will be presently; but truely he is very couragious mad, about his throwing into the water. Miftris Ford defires you to come fodainely.

Mift.Pag. Ile be with her by and by: Ile but bring my yong-man here to Schoole: looke where his Mafter comes; 'tis a playing day I fee: how now Sir Hugh, no Schoole to day?

Eua. No: Mafter Slender is let the Boyes leaue to play. Qui. 'Bleffing of his heart.

Mift. Pag. Sir Hugh, my husband faies my fonne profits nothing in the world at his Booke: I pray you aske him fome questions in his Accidence.

Eu. Come hither William; hold vp your head; come. Mift.Pag. Come-on Sirha; hold vp your head; anfwere your Mafter, be not afraid.

Eua. William, how many Numbers is in Nownes ?
Will. Two.

Qui. Truely, I thought there had bin one Number more, because they fay od's-Nownes.

Eua. Peace, your tatlings. What is (Faire)William ?
Will. Pulcher.

Qu. Powlcats? there are fairer things then Powlcats, fure.

Eua. You are a very fimplicity o'man: I pray you peace. What is (Lapis) William?

Will. A Stone.

Eua. And what is a Stone (William ?)

Will. A Peeble.

Eua. No; it is Lapis: I pray you remember in your praine.

Will. Lapis.

Eua. That is a good William : what is he (William) that do's lend Articles.

Will. Articles are borrowed of the Pronoune; and be thus declined. Singulariter nominatiuo bic, bæc, boc.

Eua. Nominatiuo big, bag, bog: pray you marke: genitiuo buius: Well: what is your Accufatiue-cafe? Will. Accufatiuo binc.

Eua. I pray you haue your remembrance (childe) Accufatiuo bing, bang, bog.

Qu. Hang-hog, is latten for Bacon, I warrant you. Eua. Leaue your prables (o'man) What is the Focatiue cafe (William?)

Will. O, Vocatiuo, O.

Eua. Remember William, Focatiue, is caret.

Qu. And that's a good roote.

Eua. O' man, forbeare.

Mift. Pag. Peace.

Eua: What is your Genitiue case plur all (William?) Will. Genitiue cafe?