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Pist. O base Gongarian* wight! wilt thou the

spigot wield? Nym. He was gotten in drink : is not the humour conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open: his filching was like an un. skilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest.

Pist. Convey, the wise it call : steal! foh; a ficot for the phrase !

Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
Pist. Why then let kibes ensue.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I must shift.

Pist. Young ravens must have food.
Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?
Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.

Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.

Pist. Two yards, and more.

Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the waist two yards about: but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in her; she dis. courses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's.

Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English.

Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angelst. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her boy,

say I. Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me the angels.

• For Hungarian. Fig. Gold coin.

Fal. I have writ me bere a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine.
Num. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass ! Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too: she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater* to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East aud West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Pist. Shall I Sir Paudarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all !

Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. Fal. Hold, sirrah, (to Rob.] bear you these letters

tightlyt; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.

(Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd and

fullamfholds,
And high and low beguile the rich and poor:
Tester I'll have in pouchŞ, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be hu. mours of revenge.

Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer.
+ Cleverly.

I False dice.
Sixpence I'll have in pocket.

Pist. Wilt thou revenge?
Nym.

By welkin, and her star!
Pist. With wit, or steel?
Nym.

With both the humours, I;
I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,
His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

And his soft couch defile.

Nym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellownesst, for the revolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee; troop on.

[Ereunt.

SCENE IV.

A room in Dr. Caius's house.

Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. Quick. What; John Rugby! I pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit Rugby. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset fort soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no telltale, nor no breed-batet: bis worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevishộ that

+ Jealousy.

t Strife.

• Instigate.

Foolish.

way: but nobody but has his fault;- but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.
Quick. And master Slender's your master?
Sim. Ay, forsooth.

Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife ?

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard.

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as talle a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head : he hath fought with a warrevert.

Quick. How say you?-0, I should remember him; does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish

Re-enter Rugby.
Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quick. We shall all be shenti: run in here, good young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home :-and down, down, adown-u, &c.

(Sings. Enter Doctor Caius. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box, a green-a box; do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.

• Brave. + The keeper of a warren.

Scolded, reprimanded.

Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. [Aside.

Caius. Fe, fe fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la cour, la grand affaire. Quick. Is it this, sir?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depeche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, Johu Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug: 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me! Qu'ay oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet ? Villany! larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. Good master, be content.

Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? • Quick. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet ? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh,

Caius. Vell.
Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quick. Peace, I pray you.
Caius. Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale.

Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page, for my master, in the way of marriage.

Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my fioger in the fire, and need not.

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