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hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious service. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the
the hunter, warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, conscience, pursue him with any further revenge? Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee- | And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.
chain Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we In a most hideous and dreadful manner: have served him?
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know, Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to The superstitious idle-headed eld scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If Received, and did deliver to our age, they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear still be the ministers.
In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: Mrs. F'ord. I'll warrant, they'll have him pub- | But what of this ? licly shamed: and, methinks, there would be no Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device; period to the jest, should he not be publicly That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, shamed.
Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, shape Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, it: I would not have things cool. [Exeunt. And in this shape: When you have brought him
thither, SCENE III-A Room in the Garter Inn. What shall be done with him ? what is your plot? Enter Host and BARDOLPH.
Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon, Bar. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of
and thus: your horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow
Nan Page my daughter, and my little son, at court, and they are going to meet him. .
And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress Host. What duke should that be, comes so se
Like urchins, ouphes,' and fairies, green and white, cretly? I hear not of him in the court : Let me
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, speak with the gentlemen; they speak English?
And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, Bar. Ay, sir ; I'll call them to you.
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met, Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had my houses
With some diffused song; upon their sight, a week at command; I have turned away my other We two in great amazedness will fly: guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them: Come. Then let them all encircle him about,
And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight;
And ask him, why, that hour of fairy-revel, SCENE IV-A Room in Ford's House. In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
In shape profane. Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. Forn, and
Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth, Sir Hugu Evans.
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound, Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman And burn him with their tapers. as ever I did look upon.
The truth being known, Page. And did he send you both these letters at We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, an instant?
And mock him home to Windsor. Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
The children must Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. thou wilt;
Eva. I will teach the children their behaviors; I rather will suspect the sun with cold,
and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honor knight with my taber. stand,
Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them In him that was of late an heretic,
vizards. As firm as faith.
Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
the fairies, Be not as extreme in submission,
Finely attired in a robe of white. As in offence;
Page. That silk will I go buy ;-and in that time But let our plot go forward: let our wives Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, [Aside. Yet once again, to make us public sport,
And marry her at Eton.-Go, send to Falstaff Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
straight. Where we may take him and disgrace him for it. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook: Ford. There is no better way than that they He'll tell me all his purpose : Sure, he'll come. spoke of.
Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us proPage. How! to send him word they'll meet him
perties, in the park at midnight! fie, fie! he'll never come. And tricking for our fairies.
Eva. You say, he has been thrown in the rivers; Eva. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures, and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman: and fery honest knaveries. methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he
[Exeunt Page, Forn, and Evans. should not come, methinks his flesh is punished, Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, he shall have no desires.
Send quickly to sir John, to know his mind. Page. So think I too.
[Exit Mrs. FORD. Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will,
And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. And let us two devise to bring him thither.
* Elf, hobgoblin.
6 Old age.
That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot; in my life: and I paid nothing for it neither, but And he my husband best of all affects:
was paid for my learning. The doctor is well money'd, and his friends
Enter BARDOLPH. Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her,
Bar. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! mere cozenage! Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them,
varletto. SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Bar. Run away with the cozeners; for so soon
as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from Enter Host and SIMPLE.
behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set
spurs, and away, like three German devils, three Host. What wouldst thou have, boor? what, Doctor Faustuses. thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short,
Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, quick, snap.
villain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John honest men. Falstaff from master Slender. Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle,
Enter Sir Hugh Evans. his standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about Eva. Where is inine host? with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new; Go, Host. What is the matter, sir? knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropopha Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there ginian' unto thee : Knock, I say.
is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there is Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone three cousin germans, that has cozened all the up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, sir, hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, till she come down: I come to speak with her, in- of horses and money. I tell you for good will, look deed.
you: you are wise, and full of gibes and vloutingHost. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should be corobbed: I'll call.—Bully knight! Bully sir John! zened: Fare you well.
[Exit. speak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? it
Enter Doctor Caius. is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. Fal. (abore.] How now, mine host ?
Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre ? Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the com
Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and ing down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, bully,
doubtful dilemma. let her descend; my chambers are honorable: Fye!
Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a me, privacy ? fye!
dat you make grand preparation for a duke de JarEnter FALSTAFF.
many: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat the court
is know to come; I tell you for good vill: Adicu. Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman
[Erit. even now with me; but she's gone.
Host. Hue and cry, villain, go:assist me, Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman knight; I am undone fly, run, hue and cry, vilof Brentford ?
lain! I am undone! Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; What
[Exeunt Host and BARDOLPH. would you with her?
Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened; Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it her, seeing her go through the streets, to know, should come to the ear of the court, how I have sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a been transformed, and how my transformation hath chain, had the chain, or no.
been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir?
boots with me; I warrant, they would whip me Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, with their fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore him of it.
myself at Primero. Well, if my wind were but Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.
Enter Mrs. Quickly. Fal. What are they ? let us know.
Now! whence come you? Host. Ay, come; quick.
Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Sim. I may not conceal them, sir.
Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest.
other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about suffered more for their sakes, more, than the vilmistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my lanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to master's fortune to have her, or no.
bear. Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.
Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I Sim. What, sir?
warrant; speciously one of them: mistress Ford, Fal. To have her,-or no: Go; say, the woman good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you can
not see a white spot about her. Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir?
Fal. What tellist thou me of black and blue? I Fal. Ay, sir Tike; who more bold?
was beaten myself into all the colors of the rainSim. I thank your worship: I shall make my bow, and I was like to be apprehended for the master glad with these tidings. [Exit SIMPLE. witch of Brentford; but that my admirable dex
Host. Thou art clerkly,' thou art clerkly, sir terity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an John. Was there a wise woman with thee?
old woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before witch. . Scholar-like.
* A game at cards.
told me so.
I A cannibal.
Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your cham- | Her father hath commanded her to slip ber: you shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, Away with Slender, and with him at Eton to your content. Here is a letter will say some- Immediately to marry: she hath consented: what. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you Now, sir, together! Sure one of you does not serve heaven Her mother, ever strong against that match, well, that you are so crossed.
And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Exeunt. That he shall likewise shuffle her away,
While other sports are tasking of their minds, SCENE VI.- Another Room in the Garter Inn. And at the deanery, where a priest attends, Enter FENTON and Host.
Straight marry her: to this her mother's plot
She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind Made promise to the doctor:-Now, thus it rests; is heavy, I will give over all.
Her father means she shall be all in white; Fent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my pur- And in that habit, when Slender sees his time pose,
To take her by the hand, and bid her go, And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee
She shall go with him: her mother hath intended, A hundred pound in gold, more than your loss. The better to denote her to the doctor,
Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I will, (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded) at the least, keep your counsel.
That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrobid, Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you With ribands pendant, flaring 'bout her head; With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page; And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, Who, mutually, hath answered my affection To pinch her by the hand, and on that token, (So far forth as herself might be her chooser) The maid hath given consent to go with him. Even to my wish: I have a letter from her
Host. Which means she to deceive ? father or Of such contents as you will wonder at;
mother? The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me: That neither, singly, can be manifested,
And here it rests,—that you'll procure the vicar Without the show of both;-wherein fat Falstaff To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one, Hath a great scene: the image of the jest And, in the lawful name of marrying,
[Showing the letter. To give our hearts united ceremony. I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host : Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one,
vicar: Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen; Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. The purpose why, is here; in which disguise, Fent. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; While other jests are something rank on foot, Besides, I'll make a present recompense. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-A Room in the Garter Inn. whipped top, I knew not what it was to be beaten,
till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange things Enter Falstaff and Mrs. QUICKLY. of this knave Ford: on whom to-night I will be Fal. Pr’ythee, no more prattling ;-g0.
-I'll revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. hold :: This is the third time; I hope, good luck
-Follow: Strange things in hand, master Brook! lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they say, there is
[E.reunt. divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.-Away.
SCENE II.-Windsor Park. Quick. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what
Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. I can to get you a pair of horns. Fal. Away, I say; time wears: hold up your ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.—Remem
Page. Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle head, and mince. [Exit Mrs. Quickly.
ber, son Slender, my daughter. Enter Ford.
Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and How now, master Brook? master Brook, the we have a nay-word," how to know one another. I matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you come to her in white, and cry mum; she cries in the Park about midnight, at Herne's oak, and budget ; and by that we know one another. you shall see wonders.
Shal. That's good too: But what needs either Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as your mum or her budget? the white will decipher you told me you had appointed?
her well enough.—It hath struck ten o'clock. Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will like a poor old man: but I came from her, master become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, man means evil but the devil, and we shall know Ford, her husband, hath_the finest mad devil of him by his horns. Let's away; follow me. jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed
[Exeunt. frenzy. I will tell you.—He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man,
SCENE III.-The Street in Windsor. master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am
Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. Caius. in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and green: when you see your time, take her by the » Keep to the time
Mrs. Ford. } Away, away
hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
[They run off Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. (Exit Caius. Fal. I think the devil will not have me damned, My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying would never else cross me thus. my daughter; but 'tis no matter; better a little Enter Sir Hugh Evans like a satyr; Mrs. Quickchiding than a great deal of heart-break. Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop
LY and Pistol; Anne Page as the Fairy Queen,
attended by her brother and others, dressed like of fairies ? and the Welsh devil, Hugh? Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard
fairies, with waxen tapers on their heads. by Herne's oak, with obscured lights: which at the
Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, at once display to the night.
You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. Attend your office, and your quality.
Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be
Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. mocked.
Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap: Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely.
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unMrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: Those that betray them do no treachery.
Our radiant Queen hates sluts and sluttery. Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; to the oak, to Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, the oak!
I'll wink and couch: No man their works must eye. SCENE IV-Windsor Park.
[Lies down upon his face.
Eva. Where's Pede?--Go you, and where you Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies.
find a maid, Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, your parts: be pold, I pray you; follow me into Raise up the organs of her fantasy, the pit; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I Sleep she as sound as careless infancy: pid you; Come, come; trib, trib. [Exeunt.
But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and SCENE V.- Another Part of the Park.
Quick. About, about; Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on. Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room, Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the That it may stand till the perpetual doom, minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit; me!—Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy | Worthy the owner, and the owner it. Europa ; love set on thy horns.— powerful love! The several chairs of order look you scour that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in With juice of balm, and every precious flower; some other, a man a beast.—You were also, Jupi- Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, ter, a swan, for the love of Leda; 0, omnipotent With royal blazon, evermore be blest! love! how near the god drew to the complexion of And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing, a goose!--A fault done first in the form of a beast; Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring: -0 Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault The expressure that it bears, green let it be, in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove, a foul More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; fault.-When gods have hot backs, what shall poor | And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write, men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag; In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white ; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest: send me a Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: my tallow! Who comes here ? my doe?
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock,
Our dance of custom, round about the oak Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer? Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. my male deer?
Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves Fal. My doe, with the black scut?—Let the
in order set: sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, Sleeves; hail kissing comfits, and snow eringoes; To guide our measure round about the tree. let there come a tempest of provocation, I will But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth. shelter me here.
[Embracing her. Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy ! Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese ! sweet-heart.
Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlooked even in Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch:
thy birth. I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end : fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, husbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak I like And turn him to no pain : but if he start, Herne the hunter!—Why, now is Cupid a child of It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true Pist. A trial, come. spirit, welcome.
[Noise within. Eva. Come, will this wood take fire ? Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ?
[They burn him with their tapers.
Fal. Oh, oh, oh!
Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme: This is enough to be the decay of late-walking And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. through the realm.
Era. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries Mrs. Page. Why,sir John, do you think, though and iniquity.
we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by SONG.
the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves
without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could Fye on sinful fantasy !
have made you our delight? F'ye on lust and luxury!
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of far?
Mrs. Page. A pusled man?
Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable
entrails. As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan!
Page. And as poor as Job?
Ford. And as wicked as his wife?
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out. and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drink [During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Doc- ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and tor Caius comes one way, and steals away a
prabbles ? fairy in green; Slender another
Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start and takes
way, off a fairy in white; and Fenton comes, and of me: I am dejected; I am not able to answer the steals away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunt- Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er ing is made within. All the fairies run away.
me: use me as you will. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises.]
Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Enter Page, Fond, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford. to whom you should have been a pander: over and
one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, They lay hold on him.
above that you have suffered, I think to repay that Page. Nay, do not fly; I think we have watch'd money will be a biting atiliction. you now;
Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn?
amends; Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest Forgive that sum, and so we'll'all be friends. no higher:
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes posset to-night at my house; where I will desire thee Become the forest better than the town?
to laugh at my wife that now laughs at thee: Tell Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-Master her, master Slender hath married her daughter. Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that :-If Anne Page are his horns, master Brook: And, master Brook, be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius's wife. he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck
[Aside. basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; which must be paid to master Brook; his horses
Enter SLENDER. are arrested for it, master Brook.
Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page! Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck: we Page. Son! how now ? how now, son ? have you could never meet. I will never take you for my despatched ? love again, but I will always count you my deer. Slen. Despatched—I'll make the best in Glou
Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. cestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are
Page. Of what, son ? Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise had not been i' the church, I would have swinged of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all think it had been Anne Page, would I might never rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy. now, how wit may be made a jack-a-lent, when 'tis Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. upon ill employment!
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, Eva. Sir John Falstaff
, serve Got, and leave your when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been married desires, and fairies will not pinse you.
to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.
not have had him. Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I you.
you should know my daughter by her Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till garments ? thou art able to woo her in good English.
Slen. I went to her in white, and cried mum, and Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed; it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er- and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat
Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you sce too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize ?' 'tis time I but marry boys? were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.
Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do? Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your
Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry:
I knew pelly is all putter.
of your purpose; turned my daughter into green;
and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the • A fool's cap of Welsh materials.
deanery, and there married.
• Horns which Falstaff had.