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marry her?

and to know that of your mouth, or of your lips ; ||

Re-enter Page. ka divers philosophers hold, that the lips is parcel of Page. Come, gentle inaster Slender, come; we stay the Faith ;-Therefore, precisely, can you carry your for you. good will to the maid ?

Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir. Shel. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, sir:Sen. I hope, sir,- I will do, as it shall become one

come, come that would do reason.

Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way. Era. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must Page. Come on, sir. peak possitable, if you can carry her your desires to Sien. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. wards her.

Ann. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on. Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good dowry, Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will

not do you that wrong. Slem. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your Ann. I pray you, sir. request, cousin, in any reason.

Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly, than troublesome : Shel. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz; you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. (Excunt. what I do, is to pleasure you, coz; Can you love the

SCENE II.-The same. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Sicn. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if

Simple. there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Dr. Caius' house, tay decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we which is the way: and there dwells one mistress se married, and have more occasion to know one a quickly, which is in the manner of his nurse, or his mother : I hope, upon familiarity will grow more con dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and tempt: but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, his wringer. that I am freely disalved, and dissolutely.

Sim. Well, sir. Eve. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the faul' Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:-give her this letter; for is in the fort dissolutely: the 'ort is, according to our || it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance with mismeaning, resolutely ;-his meaning is good.

tress Anne Page; and the letter is, to desire and re. Shel. Ay, I think my cousin meant well.

quire her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Sleto Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. Anne Page ; I pray you, be gone ; I will make an end Re-enter Anne Page.

of my dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come. Shel. Here comes fair mistress Anne :-'Would I

[Excant. were young, for your sake, mistress Anne!

SCENE III-A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter Ana. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your worships' company.

Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and Robin. Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne.

Fal. Mine Host of the Garter,Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the Host. What says my bully-rook? speak scholarly,

(Exe. Shal, and sir H. Evans. and wisely. Ann, Will't please your worship to come in, sir? Fal. Truly mine host, I must turn away some of my

Sen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am ve followers. If well.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules ; cashier : let them Arr. The dinner attends you, sir.

wag ; trot, trot. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week. Go, surah, for all you are my man, 50, wait upon my Host. Thou’rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Pheebasin shallow : [Ex. Simp.) A justice of peace some zar. I will entertain Bardolph ; he shall draw, he time may be beholden to his friend for a man :-I shall tap: said I well, bully Hector? keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be Fal. Do so, good mine host. dead: But what though? yet I live like a poor gentle Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see ruan born,

thee froth, and lime : I am at a word; follow. [Exit. Ann. I may not go in without your worship: they Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good will not sit, ull you come.

trade : An old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withere! Slca. l'faith, I'll eat nothing : I thank you as much | serving-man, a fresh tapster : Go; adieu. as thongta I did.

Bard. It is a life that I have desired: I will thrive. Asti. I pray yon, sir, walk in.

[Exit. Sien. I had rather walk here, I thank you : I bruis Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spis. e my shin the other day with playing at sword and ot wiel ? dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for a dish Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour of stewel prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the hu-, the smell of hot meat simte.-Why do your dogs bark mour of it. mol be there bears i' the town?

Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box; Ann. I think, there are, sir ; I heard them talked of. his thefts were too open: his filching was like an un

Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quar- skilful singer, he kept not tiine. red at it, as any man in England :-You are afraid, if Nim. The good humour is, to steal at a minnte's you see the lear loose, are you not?

rest. Ann. Ay, indeed, sir.

Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a fico Sien. That's beat and drink to me now: I have seen for the phrase ! acherson loose twenty times; and have taken him by Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at luels. the chain : but I warrant you, the women bave so Pist. Why then, let kibes ensue. rried and shrieked at it, that it pass'd: but women, in Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I deed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-farourid,

must shift. rangh things. |

l'ist. Young rayons must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?

Pist. Thou art the Mars of maleontents: I second Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. thee: troop on.

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

SCENE IV.-A room in Dr. Caius's houst. Ester Pist. Two yards, and more. Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed, I am in the waist

Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. two yards about: but I am now about no waste; I am Quic. What; John Rugby !- I pray thee, go to the about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's casement, and see if you can see my master, master wife: I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, she Doctor Crius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can con body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's strue the action of her familiar style ; and the hardest patience, and the king's English. voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I Rug. I'll go wateh. am sir John Falstaff"'s.

Quic. Go; and we'll have a posset fort soon at Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her night, in faith, at the latter end of a sen-coal fire. (Erwell; out of honesty into English.

it Rug.) An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever ser Nym. The anchor is deep: Will that humour pass ? vant shall come in house withal ; and, I warrant you,

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that husband's purse; she hath legions of angels. he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that

Pist. As many devils entertain ; and, To her, boy, way: but nobody but has his fault ;-but let that pasi. say I.

Peter Simple, you say your name is? Nym. The humour rises ; it is good : humour me Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. the angels.

Quic. And master Slender's your master ? Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here Sim. Ay, forsooth. another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good Quic. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious ey- || glover's paring knife ? liads : sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, sometimes my portly belly.

with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard. Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine.

Quic. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did

fought with a warrener. seem to scorch me up like a burning glass !-Here's a. Quic. How say you ?-0, I should remember him; nother letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and strut in region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be 'cheat his gait? er to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me ; Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will Quic. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse for trade to them both.--Go, bear thou this letter to mis tune !-Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can tress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford:-we will for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Re-enter Rugby. Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,

Rug. Out, alas ! here comes my master. And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all !

Quic. We sball all be shent: Run in here, good Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputa- || closet.] He will not stay long:- What, John Rugby!

young man ; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in the tion.

John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go, inquire for my Fal. Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;

master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not Sail like my pinnace to these golden shorre. [76 Rob.

home :--and down, down, adown-a, &c. [Sings. -Rogues, hence, avaut! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o'the hoof'; seek shelter, pack !

Enter Doctor Caius. Falstaff will learn the humour of this age.

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys: Pray French thrift, you rogues ; myself, and skirted page. you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a

[E.reunt Falstaff and Robin. box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a green-a Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd, and box. fullam holds,

Quic. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he And high and low beguile the rich and poor:

went not in himself: if he had found the young man, Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, he would have been horn-mad.

(Aside Base Phrygian Turk!

Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fa:t fort chaud. Je Nym. I have operations in my head, which be hu m'en vais a la Cour,-mla grande affaire. mours of revenge.

Orie. Is it this, sir? Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, Nym. By welkin, and her star!

quickly:-Vere is dat knave Rugby? Pist. With wit, or steel?

Quic. What, John Rugby! Joho! Nym. With both the humours, I:

Rug. Here, sir. I will discuss the humour of this love to Page

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rug Pist. And I to Ford shall the unfold,

by: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel How Falstaff, varlet vile,

to de court.
His dove will prove, his gold will bold, Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
And his soft couch defile.

Caius. By my trot, i tarty too long :-Od's me! Nijm. My humour shall not crol: I will incense Qu’ay j'oublie: dere is some simples in my closet, dat Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yel. I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. lowness, for the revolt of micn is dangerous: that is Quic. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and my truc humour.

be mad.

Cau. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet ?-Vil- | gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that my! lerren-Rugby,my rapier. (Pulling Simp.out. by the way; I praise heaven for it. Quic. Good master, be content.

Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou ? Shall I Cetur. Verefore shall I be content-a?

not lose my suit? Gatic. The young man is an honest man.

Quic. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but not. Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet? withstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. she loves you :-Have not your worship a wart above

Crac. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the your eye?
truth of it: He came of an errand to me from parson Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?

Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith, it is Caius. Vell

such another Nan;-but, I detest, an honest maid as Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to

ever broke bread :-We had an hour's talk of that Qut. Peace, I pray you.

warts--I shall never laugh but in that maid's compaCaur. Peace a your tongue :-Speaka your tale. ny!-But, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly

Sn. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, and musing : But for you-Well, go to. o speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my Fent. Well, I shall see her today: Hold, there's mastes, in the way of marriage.

money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf : Jac. This is all, indeed, la ; but I'll ne'er put my if thou seest her before me, commend me Engar in the fire, and need not.

Quic. Will I? I'faith, that we will : and I will tell Caius. Sir Hugh send a you?-Rugby, baillez me your worship more of the wart, the next time we have sense paper :-Tarry you a little a while. [Writes. confidence; and of other wooers.

Quic. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thor Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. megbly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and

[Exit. a melancholy ;-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do Quic. Farewell to your worship.Truly, an honest guas amaster what good I can : and the very yea and gentleman ; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anthe so is, the French doctor, my master,-I may call ne's mind as well as another does :

-Out upon't! Ben ny master, look you, for I keep his bouse ; and I || what have I forgot ?

[Exit. must, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;Sa. "Tis a great charge, to come under one body's

ACT II. bed.

Quic. Are you avis'd of that? you shall find it a SCENE 1.-Before Page's house. Enter mistress great charge: and to be up early and down late ;-but

Page, with a letter. Kotwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I would

Mrs. Page. lave no words of it;) my master himself is in love with WHAT! have I 'scap'd love-letters in the holy-day mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,-i time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? know Anne's mind, -that's neither here nor there. Let me see:

[Reads. Caz. Yon jack’nape; give a dis letter to sir Hugh; Ask me no reason why I love you : for though love gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his throat in de use reason for hls precisian, he admits him not for his pars; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to counsellor : You are not young, no more am I; go to meddle G make s-you may be gone ; it is not good then, there's sympathy : you are merry, so am I ; ha! you carry here :-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones ; ha! then there's more sympathy; you love sack, and by par, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. so do l; would you desire better sympathy? Let it suf

[Exit Simp. fice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the love of a solprie. Alas, be speaks but for his friend.

dier can suffice) that I love thee. I will not say, pity Csing. It is no matter-a for dat :-do not you tell-a me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, love me. , dat I shall have Anne Page for myself ?-by gar,

By me,

Thine own true knight, I vil kill de Jaek priest ; and I have appointed mine

By day or night, boast of de Jerterre to measure our weapon :-By gar,

Or any kind of light, Inill myself have Anne Page.

With all his might, Quic. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well :

For thee to fight.

John Falstaff: must give folks leave to prate : What, the good- || What a Herod of Jewry is this?-0 wicked, wicked

world !-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, fetus. Rugbs, come to de court vit me :-By gar, if to show himself a young gallant !-What an unweighTlave not Ame Page, I shall turn your head out of ed behaviour has this Flemish drunkard picked (with Eydoor :-Follow my heels, Rugby. (Ex.Cai. & Rug. the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he

Quic. You shall have An fools-head of your own. dares in this manner assay me? Why, he bath not Sa, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in been thrice in my company!-What should I say to Pudser knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor him?-I was then frugal of my mirth :-heaven forsa do bore than I do with her, I thank heaven. give me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for

Festen. (Within.] Who's within there, ho ? the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged Qanc. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, 1 on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are pay you

made of puddings

Enter Mistress Ford.
Enter Fenton.

Mrs. Ford. Mistress Paye! trust me, I was going to
Fent. How now, good woman ; how dost thou ?
Quare. The better, that it pleases your good worship Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you.
to ok.

You look very

ill. Frut. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne? Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to Qua. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and || show to the contrary.

your house.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Pist. Hope is a curtail-dog in some affairs :

Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet, I say, I could show Sir John affects thy wife. you to the contrary: 0, mistress Page, give me some Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. counsel !

Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and poor, Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Both young and old, one with another, Ford: Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling He loves thy gally-mawfry; Ford, perpend. respeet, I could come to such honour !

Ford. Love my wife? Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman ; take the hon Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou, our : What is it?-dispense with trifles ;-what is it? Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels :

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal o, odious is the name ! moment, or so, I could be knighted.


What name, sir? Mrs. Page. What ?-thou liest !--Sir Alice Ford ! Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell. These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not al. Take heed; have open eye; for thieves do foot by vight : ter the article of thy gentry.

Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do sing. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-here, read, read ; -Away, sir corporal Nym.perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the Believe it, l'age; he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. worse of fat inen, as long as I have an eye to make Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. difference of men's liking : And yet he would not Nym. And this is true ; [To Page.] I like not the swear ; praised women's modesty: and gave such or humour of lying. He hath wronged me in sone huderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, mours: I should have borve the humoured letter to that I would have sworn bis disposition would have ber; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my ne gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more cessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the adhere and keep place together than the hundredth long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I a. psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. What tempest, Ivouch. 'Tis true:-my name is Nym, and Falstaff trow, threw thuis whale, with so many tons of oil in loves your wife.--Adieu! I love not the humour of his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be reveng bread and cheese ; and there's the humour of it. A. ed on him? I think, the best way were to entertain dieu.

(Exit. him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted Pagc. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow him in his own grease-Did you ever hear the like? frights humour out of its wits.

Mrs. Page. Letter for letter ; but that the name of Ford. I will seek out Falstaff. Page and Ford differs !—To thy great comfort in this Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogie. mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy Ford. If I do find it, well. leiter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, piine Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the never shall

. I warrant, he hath a thousund of these priest o' the town commended him for a true man. letters, writ with blank space for different naunes, (sure Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow :-Well. more,) and these are of the second edition : he will print them, out of doubt; for he cares not what he

Re-enter Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford. puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had Page. How now, Meg? rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark you. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art thou one chaste man.

melancholy? Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same ; the rery Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.-Get hand, the very words: What doth he think of us? you home, go.

Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crótchets in thy mady to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll enter head now. Will you go, mistress Page? tain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to dinner, for, sure, wiless he know some strain in me, that I George?-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our know not myself, he would never have boarded me in messenger to this paltry knight. (Aside to Mrs. Ford. this fury.

Enter Mistress Quickly. Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'd be sure to keep him above deck.

Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. dirs. Page. So will I; if he come under my hatch Mrs. Puge. You are come to me my daughter Anne ? es, I'll never to sea again. Let's le revenged on him : Quir. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good mislet's appoint bim a meeling; give him a slow of com truss Anne? fort in his suit; and lead liim on with a fine-baiteul teo Mrs. Page, Go in with us, and spe; we have an lay, till he hath pawnu luis horses to mine host of the

hour's talk with yoll. Garter.

[Erk. Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quic. Mrs. Ford. Xay, I will consent to act any villany Page. How now, master Ford ? against him, that inay pot sully the charidess of our Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you lionesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would not? give eternal fou to liis jealousy.

Page. Yes ; and you heard what the other told me? Mrs. Page. Why, looh, where he comes; and my Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? foul man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am frou Page. Hang tu, slaves; I do not think the knight giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unweasur would offer it: but these that accuse hine in Lis intent able distance.

wwards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded mon; Mrs. Ford. Yon or the lappier woman.

very rogues now they be out of service. 1Ls. Page. Let's cousult ingether against this greasy Tord. Were they hii nien ? hvight: Come hither.

(Thry rutir. Pase. Marry, were love E:urr. Foral, Pistol, Page, cu! Nym.

Ford. I like it alter the better for that.-Does he Iord. Well, I lope, it be not so.

le at the Garter?

Pszt. Ay, maty, does he. If he should intend his ' damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my friends, Fram towards my wife, I would tum her loose to you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when m; and what he gets more of her than sharp Words, mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took’t Kit lie on my head.

upon mine honour, thou hadst it not. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen loh to turn them together: a man may be too confi- pence. dat: I would have nothing lie on my head : I can Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou I'II Det be thus satisfieri.

endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, hang no more Pepe. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter | about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.-A short knife enres: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in and a thrung; to your manor of Pickt-hatch, go.bas purse, when he looks so merrily:-How now, mino | You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue !-you stam!

upon your honour!-Why, thou unconfinable baseness, Enter Host and Shallow.

it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of my honHast. How now, bully-rook? thou’rt a gentleman :- || our precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear Cavalojustice, I say.

of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour • Saal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even, and in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go | lurch ; and yet you, rogne, will ensconce your rags, with us? we have sport in hand.

your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases Hæt. Tell him, cavalerojustice; tell him, bully, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your

honour ! You will not do it, you ? Sha!. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Pist. I do relent; What wouldst thou more of man? Hagt the Welch priest, and Cains the French doctor.

Enter Robin. Ford. Good mine host of the Garter, a word with you

Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook? [They go aside. Fal. Let her approach. Shel. Will you [To Page.) go with us to beholt it?

Enter Mistress Quickly. My merry bost hath had the measuring of their weapes; anal, I think, he hath appointed them contrary Quic. Give your worship good-morrow. places: fur, believe me, I hear, the parson is no jester. Fal. Good-morrow, good wife. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Quic. Not so, an't please your worship. H. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my

Fal. Good majd, then. glasi-caralier?

Quic. I'll be sworn ; as my mother was, the first Ferd. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of

hour I was born. burrit sack to give me recourse to him, and tell him,

Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? by name is Brook; only for a jest.

Quric. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two? Het. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe KERTISE ; said I well and thy name shall be Brook : thee the hearing. It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts?

Quie. There is one mistress Ford, sir ;-I pray, come Shal. Have with you, mine host.

a little nearer this ways:- I myself dwell with master Page. I have heard, the Frachman hath good skill doctor Caius. ia dis rapier.

Fal. Well, on : Mistress Ford, you say, Stail. Tus, sir, I could hate told you more: In these Oric. Your worship says very true :-1 pray your times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, || worship, come a little nearer this ways. and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page ;

Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears ;-mine own peo tis ber, tis here. I have seen the time, with my long || ple, mine own people. Sard, I would have made you four tall fellows skip Quic. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make

thern his servants ! Isa. Here, boys, here, bere ! shall we wag?

Fal. Well : Mistress Ford ;-what of her ? Pagt. Have with you :-1 had rather bear them scold Quic. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord ! than figlite

(Exeunt Host, Shal. and Page. | your worship's a wanton : Well, heaven forgive you, Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so and all of us, I pray ! Ernly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my

Fal. Mistress Ford ;-come, mistress Forl, pinhon so easily: She was in his company at Page's

Quic. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you bonse; and, what they made there, I know not.

have brought her into such a canaries, as 'tis wonderWell, I will look farther into't: and I have a disguise | ful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay to sand Falstaff: if I find her honest, I lose not my

at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a one labou; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed. nary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gen

[Eait. || temen, with their coaches; I warrant you, couch after

coach, letter after letter, gift after gift ; smelling so SCENE 11-A room in the Garter Inn. Enter Fal | sweetly, (all musk) and so rashling, I warrant you, in staff and Pistol.

silk and gold; and in such alligant terms ; and in such Pel. I will not lend thee a penny.

wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would Pit. Why, then the world's mine oyster,

have won any woman's beart; and. I warrant you, they Which I with sword will open.

could never get an eye-wink of her.--I had myself twento I will retort the sum in equipag

ty angels given me this inorning: but I defy all anvels, Pal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you || (in any such sort, as they says) but in the way of hones. hctilf lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated | ty :-and, I warrant you, they could never gat berso upon my good friends for three repricves for you and much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them ait : your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had looked and yet there has been earls, nay, which is morn, perge hoogh the state, like a gering of baboons. I am slouers ; but, I warrant you, all is one with trus.

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