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Roenter Falstaff.

Ford. Ay, I do so. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! I'll

Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your in, I'1 in ;-follow your friend's counsel;-III in. thoughts !

Ford. Amen. Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these

Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master your letters, knight?

Ford. Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me away: la me entep in here; I'll never

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. (He goes into the basket, they cover him with foul linen.

Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the Xrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy :-Call chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heavfour men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling knight! en forgive my sins at the day of judgement ! Mrs. Ferd. What, John, Robert, Joha! [Exit Rob

Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. in. Reenter Servants.] go take up these clothes here,

Page. Fie, fie, master Ford ! are you not ashamed ?quickly; Where's the cowlstaff? look, how you drum

what spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I ble: carry them to the laundress in Datchet mead;

would not have your distemper in this kind, for the quiekly, come.

wealth of Windsor Castle. Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it.

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife is Ferd. Pray you, come near: if I suspect without

as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five thoueuse, why then make sport at me, then let me be your sand, and five hundred too. jest; I deserve it.-How now? whither bear you this?

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Sero. To the laundress, forsooth.

Ford. Well ;-I promis'd you a dinner :-Come, Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they

come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; I bear it? you were best meddle with buck-washing. will hereafter make known to you, why I have done

Fert. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the this.-Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page; I pray you. boek! Back, buck, buck? Ay, bůck ; I warrant you, | pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. back; and of the season too ; it shall appear. [Exeunt

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, we'll Servants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I have dreamed mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my te-night ; I'll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be

house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out:

have a fine hawk for the bush: Shall it be so? r warrant, we'll unkennel the fox:-Let me stop Ford. Any thing. tais way first:-So, now uncape.

Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the comPege. Good master Ford, be contented: you wrong pany. yourself too much.

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make a de tirde Ferd. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen ; you Eva. In your teeth :-for shame. tall see sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. (Exit. Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Eve. This is fery fantastical humours, and jealous Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on

the lousy kpave, mine host. Ceites. By gar, 'uis no de fashion of France: it is not Caius. Dat is good ; by gar, vit all my heart. Jealous in France.

Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and his Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue of mockeries.

[Exeunt. his search.

[Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in

SCENE IV.-Aroom in Page's house. Enter Fenton

and Mistress Anne Page. Mnr. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that

Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; my busband is deceived, or sir John.

Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your

Ann. Alas! how then?

Fent. hasband asked who was in the basket !

Why, thou must be thyself. Mrr. Ferd. I am half afraid, he will have need of

He doth object, I am too great of birth; rastuing; so throwing him into the water will do him

And that, my state being gall'd with my expense, a benefit

I seek to heal it only by his wealth: Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal ! I would,

Besides these, other bars he lays before me,all of the same strain were in the same distress. My riots past, my wild societies;

Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never saw him

I should love thee, but as a property. so gross in his jealousy till now.

Ann. May be, he tells you true. Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come! will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth dresse will scarce obey this medicine.

Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne : Nr. Ford. Shallwe send that foolish carrion, mis- Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value tress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into

Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; the water; and give him another hope, to betray him

And 'tis the very riches of thyself to another punishment ?

That now I aim at.

Ann. Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for tomor

Gentle Master Fenton, meight o'еlock, to have amends.

Yet seek my father's love : still seek it, sir : Keerter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.

If opportunity and humblest suit Ford. I cannot find him: may be the kvave hragged Cannot attain it, why then.—Hark you hither. of that he could not compass.

[They converse apart. Mrs. Page. Heard you that?

Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly. Hrs. Førd. Ay, ay, peace :--You use ne well, mas Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kins. ter Ford, do you?

man shall speak for himself.

Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't: slid, 'uis but And bowld to death with turnips. venturing.

Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: Good master Shal. Be not dismay'd.

Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
Katy--but that I am afeard.

My daughter will I question how she loves you, Quic. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word And as I find her, so am I affected ; with yoll.

Till then, farewell, sir :She must needs go in ; Ann. I come to him - This is my father's choice. Her father will be angry. (Ex. Mrs. Page and Anne. 0, what a world of vile ill-favourd faults

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. Looks handsome in ee hundred pounds a year! [ Asi. Quic. This is my doing now ;-Nay, said I, will

Quic. And how does good master Fenton ? Pray yeu, you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? a word with you.

Look on master Fenton :-this is my doing. Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst

Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once to-night & father!

give my sweet Nan this ring :-There's for thy pains. Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle can

[Ex it. tell you good jests of hin :-Pray you, uvele, tell mis Quic. Now heaven send thee good fortune ! A kind tress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out heart he hath : a woman would run through fire and of a pen, good uncle.

water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my mas Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

ter had mistress Anne; or I would master Slepder had Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in ber; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her : 1 Glostershire.

will do what I can for them all three ; for so I have Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but specious

Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tai), under ly for master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand the degree of a 'squire.

to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses : What a Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds beast am I to slack it.

[Exit. jointure.

SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter FalAnn. Good master Shallow, let him weo for himself.

staff and Bardolph. Slul. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for

Fal. Bardolph, I say, that good comfort.-She calls you, coz I'll leave you.

Bard. Here, sir. Ann. Now, master Slender.

Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

[Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, Ann. What is your will ?

like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown into Slen. My will ? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest,

the Thames ? Well, if I be served such another triek, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven ; I

I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give am not such a sickly creature, I give heayen praise.

them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slightAnn. I mean, master Slender, what would you with

ed me into the river with as little remorse as they would me?

Slen. Truly, for mite own part, I would little or no have drowned a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i' the litthing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have made

ter : and you may know by my size, that I have a kind motions : if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his

of alacrity in sinking ; if the bottom were as deep as

hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the dole ! They can tell you how things go, better than I

shore was shelvy and shallow ; a death that I abhor ; can : you may ask your father; here he comes.

for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I Enter Page and Mistress Page.

have been, when I had been swelled! I should have Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daughter | been a mountain of mummy. Anne.


enter Bardolph, with the wine. -Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house :

Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.

Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.

water ; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to my

snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. child.

Bard. Come in, woman. Page. She is no match for you.

Enter Mrs. Quickly. Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

Quic. By your leave ;-1 cry you mercy :-Give your Page. No, good master Fenton.

worship good-morrow. Come, master Shallow ; come, son Slender ; in : Fal. Take away these chalices : Go brew me a potKnowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. tle of sack finely: [Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Bard. With


sir ? Quic. Speak to mistress Page.

Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your brewage. [Exit Bardolph.)—How now ? daughter

Quic. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from misIn such a righteous fashion as I do,

tress Ford. Perforce, against all cheeks, rebukes, and manners, Fal. Mistress Ford ! I have had ford enough: I was I must advance the colours of my love,

thrown into the ford : I have my belly full of ford. And not retire: Let me have your good will.

Quic. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her Ann. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' fool. fault : she does so take on with her men ; they mis

Mrs. Page. I meau it not; I seek you a biter hus took their erection, band.

Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's Quic. That's my master, master doctor.

promise. Atilla Alas, I had rather be sei quieb i' the earth, Quic. Well, she lanients, sir, for it, that it would

Fearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this || suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when I morning a birding; she desires you once more to come was more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to her between eight and nine: I must carry her word to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you. in that surge, like a horse-shoe ; think of that,-hissing

Fel. Well, I will visit her : Tell her so ; and bid hot,-think of that, master Brook. ber think, what a man is : let her consider his frailty, Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my and then judge of my merit.

sake you have suffered all this. My suit then is des Quic. I will tell her.

perate ; you'll undertake her no more. Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou ? Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, as I Quic. Eight and nine, sir.

have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her Fal. Well, be gone : I will not miss her.

husband is this morning gone a birding: I have receiv. Quic. Peace be with you, sir !

[Erit. || ed from her another embassy of meeting; 'twist eight Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook ; he sent and nine is the hour, master Brook. me word to stay within : I like his money well. O, Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. here he comes.

Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appointEnter Ford.

ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and Ford. Bless you, sir !

you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion shall Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know what

be crowned with your enjoying her : Adieu. You

shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, you sball bath passed between me and Ford's wife?

cuckold Ford. Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business.

[Exit. Fal Master Brook, I will not lie to you ; I was at

Ford. Hum ! ha! is this a vision ? is this a dream ? her house the bour she appointed me.

do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Ford; Fard. And how sped you, sir ?

there's a hole made in your best coat, master Ford.

This 'tis to be married ! this 'tis to have linen, and Fcl. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. Ferd. How so, sir ? Did she change her determina- buck-baskets !-Well

, I will proclaim myself what I tion?

am : I will now take the lecher; he is at my house: Fel. No, master Brook ; but the peaking cornuto

he cannot 'scape ine ; 'tis impossible he should; he her husland, master Brook, dwelling in a continual

cannot creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepperlarun of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our

box: but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I sol, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and

cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make at his beca a rabble of his companions, thither pro

me tame : if I have horns to make one mad, let the roked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth

proverb go with me, I'll be horn inad. [Exit. to search his house for his wife's love.

Ford. What, while you were there?
Fa!. While I was there.

Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find

SCENE 1.-The Street. Enter Mrs. Page, Mrss Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have it,

Ruickly, and William. ears in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of Fort's approach ; and, by her invention, and Ford's

Mrs. Page. vile's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket.

IS he at master Ford's already, think'st thou? Ford. A buck-basket !

Quic. Sure, he is by this; or will be presently : but Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in with

truly, he is very courageous mad about his throwing foul shirts and smoeks, socks, foul stockings, and greasy

into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come

suddenly. mapkid! ; that, master Brook, there was the rankest expound of villanous smell, that ever offended nostril.

Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but Ford. And how long lay you there?

bring my young man here to school : Look, where his Fol. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have

master comes ; 'tis a playing-day, I see. neral to bring this woman to evil for your good. Be

Enter Sir Hugh Evans. ing thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's How now, sir Hugh ? no sehool to day? Laves, his hirds, were called forth by their mistress,

Eva. No ; master Slender is let the boys leave to Det; me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane: play. they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave

Quic. Blessing of his heart ! their master in the door ; who asked them once or Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son protwie what they had in their basket : I quaked for

fits nothing in the world at his book; 1

pray you,

ask firez, kost the lunatie knave would have searched it; him some questions in his accidence. bet fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his Eva. Come hither, William ; hold up your bead; band. Well; on went he for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook: Mrs. Paşc. Come on, sirrahı ; hold up your head ; inffered the pangs of three several deaths : first, an answer your master, be not afraid. imroderable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten Era. William, how many numbers is in nouns ? bellsether : next, to be compasserl, like a good bilbo, in Will. Two te eirumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head : Quic. Truly, I thought there had been one number al tim, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, more ; because they say, od's nouns. with stinking clothes that fretted in their own grease : Evo. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, William ? think of that, man of my kidney, -think of that ; Hill. Pulcher. that an as subject to heat, as butter; a man of contin Quric. Pouleats! there are airer things than pout afsbution and thaw ; it was a miracle, to 'scape cats, sure.



Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman ; I pray you, Mrs. Ford, Why, none but mine own people. peace. What is lapis, Williama ?

Mrs. Page. Indeed ? Will. A stone.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly ;-Speak louder. (Aside. Eva. And what is a stone, William ?

Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody Will. A pebble.

here. Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you, remember in your Mrs. Ford. Why? prain

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old Will. Lapis.

lunes again: he so takes on yonder with my husband ; Eva. That is good William. What is he, William, so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's that does lend articles ?

daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be himself on the forehead, crying, Peer-out, peer-out ! thus declined, Singulariter, nominative, hic, hiec, hoc. that any madness, I ever yet beheld, seemed but tame

Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog i pray you, mark: ness, civility, and patience, to this his distemper be is genitivo, hujus : Well, what is your accusative case ? in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here. Will. Accusativo, hinc.

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child ; Mrs. Page. Of none but him ; and swears, he was Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

carried out the last time he searched for him, in a basQuic. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant you. ket : protests to my husband, he is now here; and hath

Èva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is the foca drawn him and the rest of their company from their tive case, William ?

sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion : Will. Ovocativo, O.

but I am glad the knight is not here; now he shall see Evg. Remember, William ; focative is caret.

his own foolery. Quic. And that's a good root.

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? Eva. 'Oman, forbear.

Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will be here Mrs. Page. Peace.

anon. Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? Mrs. Ford, I am undone !-the knight is here. Will. Genitive case ?

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and Eva. Ay.

he's but a dead man. What a woman are you ?-Away Will. Genitive, -horum, harum, horum.

with him, away with him ; better shame than murter. Quic. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her!-ner Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go ? how should er name her, child, if she be a whore.

I bestow him ? Shall I put him into the basket again? Eva. For shame, 'oman.

Re-enter Falstaff. Quic. You do ill to teach the child such words : he

Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: May I not teaches him to hick and to back, which they'll do fast

go out, ere he come? enough of themselves ; and to call horum :-fie upon

Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Forl's brothere you!

watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out ; Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no under

otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what standings for thy cases, and the numbers of the gen

make you here? ders? Thou art as foolish christian creatures as I would

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

ney. Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace.

Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge their Eva. Shew me now, Williain, some declensions of

birding-pieces : Creep into the kiln-kole. your pronouns.

Fal. Where is it? Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. NeiEva. It is ki, ka, cod; if you forget your kies, your


press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath kars, and your cods, you must be preeches. Go your

an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and ways, and play, go.

goes to them by his note : There is no hiding you in Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought

the house. he was.

Fal. I'll go out then. Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mrs.

Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semblance, Page.

[Erit Sir Hugh.

you die, sir John. Unless you go out disguised, Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh.-Get you home,

Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him? boy. Come, we stay too long.


Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There is SCENE 11.- A Room in Ford's house. Enter Falstaff no woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he and Mrs. Ford.

might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so

escape. Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath enten up my

Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity, sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in your love, and

rather than a mischief. I profess requital to a hair's breadth ; not only, mis

Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of tress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the

Brentford, has a gown above. accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But

Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him; she's are you sure of your husband now?

as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat, and her Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John.

muffler too; Run up, sir John. Mrs. Page. [within] What hoa, gossip Ford ! what

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John: mistress Page hoa!

and I will look some linen for your head. Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. [Ex. Fal.

Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you Enter Mrs. Page.

straight : put on the gown the while. [E.rit Fal. Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at home Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet him besides yourself?

in this shape : he cannot abide the old woman of

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Beantford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her my Page. Here's no man. boere, and bath threatened to beat her.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford; Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's this wrongs you. mind; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! Eva. Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?

the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousPro. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of ies. the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.

Mrs. Ferd. We'll try that ; for I'll appoint my men Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. to eaty the basket again, to meet him at the door with Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I it, as they did last time.

find not what I seek, shew no colour for my extremity, Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be bere presently : let's let me forever be your table-sport; let them say of me, péress him like the witch of Brentfor.

As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow wall-nut for Yrs. Ferd. IU first direct my men what they shall his wife's leman. Satisfy me once more ; once more do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen for him search with me. straight.


Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come you, Mrs. Page. Hang bim, dishonest variet! we cannot and the old woman, down ; my husband will come inpisise him enough.

to the chamber. WeU leave a proof, by that which we will do, Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:

Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford. We do not act, that often jest and laugh ;

Ford. A witch, a qucan, an old cozening quean ! 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the dra f. [Exit. || Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of er Re-enter Mrs. Ford, zrith two Servants.

rands, does she? We are simple men ; we do not know Mrr. Ferd. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your telling. She works by charms, by spells, by the fig.

what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune. shoulos; your master is hard at door; if he bid

you xt it down, obey him : quickly, despatch.

ure, and such daubery as this is; beyond our element:

[Exit. 1 Sers, Cone, come, take it up.

we know nothing.–Come down, you witch, you hag ? Str. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight you; come down, I say,

Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband ;-good genagain 1 Sere. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead. tlemen, let him not strike the old woman.

Enter Falstaff in women's clothes, led by Mrs. Page. Ester Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans,

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give me your

hand. Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have

Ford, I'll prat her :-Out of my door, you witch! pati any way then to unfool me again ?-Set down the besert, vikin :-Somebody call my wife :- You, youth [bects himo] you rag, you baggage, you polecat, you

ronyon! out! out! l'il conjure you, I'll fortune-tell is a kesket, come out here !-0, you panderly rascals !


[Exit Fal. there's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against

Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed ? I think, you have me: Now shall the devil be shamed.-What! wife, I

killed the poor wonian. ay! corde, come forth; behold what honest clothes

Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :-'Tis a goodly credyou send forth to bleaching. Page. Why, this passes ! Master Ford, you are not

Ford. Hang her, witch! >> to look any longer; you must be pinioned.

Eva. By yea and no, I think, the 'oman is a witch Eve Why, tlus is lunatics! this is mad as a mad

indleed: I like not wlun a 'onan has a great pead; I deg! Skilt. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; indeed. spy a great peard under her mu tier.

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you, Enter Mrs. Ford.

follow ; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out Ford. So say I too, sir.-Come hither, mistress Ford; thus upon no trail, never trust me when I open again. mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, Page. Let's obey his humour a little furtber: Cone, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her gentlemen. [Exe. Page, Ford, Shni. and Evas trusbanl !-I suspect without cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitjfully.

Mrs. Ferd. Heaven be my witoess, you do, if you Mrs. Ford Nay, by the mass, that he did not; le tapeet me in any dishonesty.

beat him most unpitifully, methought. Ferd. Well said, braten-face; hold it out.-Come Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hang furth. rmh. [Pulls the clothes out of the basket. o'er the altar ; it hath done meritorious service. Page. This passes !

Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the Mrt. Ford. Are you not ashamed ? let the clothes warrant of woman-hood, and the witness of a good

conscience, pursue him with any further revenge? Ferd. I shall find you anon.

Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared Erg. Tis onreasonable ! Will you take up your

out of him; if the devil have him not in fee-simple, wife's clothes ? Come away.

with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the Ferd. Empty the basket, I say.

way of waste, attempt us again. Mri. Ford. Why, man, why,

Mrs. Ford. Sball we tell our husbands how we have Ford Master Page, as I am a man, there was one served him? Erveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket : Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape Way may not he be there again? In my house I am the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can rue be is : my intelligence is true ; my jealousy is find in their bearts, the poor unvirtuous fat knight rawnable : Pluck me out all the linen.

shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be the Mrs. Ford. If you flod a nian there, he shall die a ministers. la's death

Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him publicly

it for you.

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