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Pinch him, fairies, mutually;

Pinch him for his villainy; Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine, be out.

During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Doc

tor Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; Slender another way, and takes off a fairy in white; and Feuton comes, and steals away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises.

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

They lay hold on him.

Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have watch'd

you now; Will pone but Herne the hunter serve your turn? Mrs. Page. I pray you, come;

hold

up

the jest vo higher ;Now, good sir Johd, how like you Windsor wives? See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes* Become the forest better than the town?

Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are his horns, master Brook : And, master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buckbasket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; which must be paid to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. I will never take

you

for again, but I will always count you my deer.

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am inade, an

my love

ass.

Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are ex. tant.

• Horns which Falstaff had.

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employinént!

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you.

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her in good English.

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'erreaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat too? Shall I bave a coxcomb of frize*? 'tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.

Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly is all putter.

Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking, through the realm.

Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight?

Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax ?
Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails?

Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan?
Page. And as poor as Job ?
Ford. And as wicked as his wife?

* A fool's cap of Welch materials.

Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?

Fal. Well, I am your theme : you have the start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welch Aannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use me as you will.

Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander : over and above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that money will be a biting affliction. Mrs. mord. Nay, husband, let that go to make

amends : Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends.

Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last.

Puge. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a posset to-night at my house ; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife.

(Aside. Enter Slender. Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!

Page. Son ! how now? how now, son? have you despatched ?

Şlen. Despatched—I'll make the best in Glo. cestershire know ou’t; would I were hanged, la, else.

Page. Of what, son?

Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it had not been i’ the church, I would have swinged bim, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it bad been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy.

Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him.

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how

you should kpow my daughter by her garments ?

Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and yet it was not Avne, but a post-master's boy.

Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys ?

Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do?

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the dean. ery, and there married.

Enter Caius.

Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I am cozened.

Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green?

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise all Windsor.

[Erit Caius, Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Anne ?

Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes master Fenton.

Enter Fenton and Anne Page.

How now, master Fentou ?
Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother,

pardov ! Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went pot with master Slender?

Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid?

Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it. You would have married her most shamefully, Where there was no proportion held in love. The truth is, She and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. The offence is holy, that she hath committed: And this deceit loses the name of craft, Of disobedience, or uuduteous title ; Since therein she doth evitatet and shun A thousand irreligious cursed hours, Which forced marriage would have brought upou her.

Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy:In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. Well, what remedy? Fentou, heaven give

thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are

chas'd. Eva. I will dance and eat plumbs at your wedding. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :-Master

Fenton,
Heaven give you many, many merry days !
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ;
Sir John and all.
Ford.

Let it be so :-Sir John,
To master Brook you yet shall hold your word;
For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford.

[Exeunt.

# Covfound her by your questions.

+ Avoid.

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