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our weapon. By gar, I will myself have Anne Page. Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We must give folks leave to prate: what, the good-jer!

Caius. Rugby, come to the court with me. By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door. Follow my heels, Rugby.

[Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. You shall have An fool's-head of your own. 130 No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fent. [Within] Who's within there? ho!

Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house,
I pray you.

Enter Fenton.

Fent. How now, good woman! how dost thou?
Quick. The better that it pleases your good worship

to ask.

Fent. What news? how does pretty Mistress Anne?
Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest,

and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can
tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for

it.

Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou? Shall I not lose my suit?

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Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, Master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you. Have not your worship a 150 wart above your eye?

Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale :-good faith, it
is such another Nan; but, I detest, an honest
maid as ever broke bread :—we had an hour's
talk of that wart.—I shall never laugh but in
that maid's company !-But, indeed, she is given
too much to allicholy and musing: but for you-
well, go to.

Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's 160 money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf if thou seest her before me, commend

me.

Quick. Will I? i' faith, that we will; and I will tell your worship more of the wart the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers.

Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. Quick. Farewell to your worship. [Exit Fenton.] Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as an- 170 other does.-Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Exit.

ACT SECOND.

Scene I.

Before Page's house.

Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.

Mrs Page. What, have I 'scaped love-letters in the holiday-time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see.

[Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he

admits him not for his counsellor.

You are not

young, no more am I; go to, then, there's
sympathy: you are merry, so am I; ha, ha! then
there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do
I; would you desire better sympathy? Let it
suffice thee, Mistress Page,—at the least, if the
love of soldier can suffice,-that I love thee. I
will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like
phrase; but I say, love me.
love me. By me,

Thine own true knight,

By day or night,

Or any kind of light,

With all his might

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For thee to fight.-JOHN FALSTAFF.' What a Herod of Jewry is this! O wicked, wicked world! One that is well-nigh worn to pieces with age to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked-with the devil's name!-out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company! What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth: Heaven forgive me! Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be 30 revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mistress Ford.

Mrs Ford. Mrs Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you

You look very ill.

Mrs Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to

show to the contrary.

Mrs Page. Faith, but you do, in my mind.

Mrs Ford. Well, I do, then; yet, I say, I could 40 show you to the contrary. O Mistress Page, give me some counsel!

Mrs Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour!

Mrs Page. Hang the trifle, woman! take the honour. What is it? dispense with trifles; what is it?

Mrs Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, I could be knighted.

Mrs Page. What? thou liest !

Sir Alice Ford!

These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst
not alter the article of thy gentry."

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Mrs Ford. We burn daylight :-here, read, read; perceive how I might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of men's liking and yet he would not swear; praised woman's modesty ; and gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his 60 disposition would have gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire

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of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like? Mrs Page. Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs! To thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, sure, more, and these are of the second edition: he will print them, out of doubt; for he cares not what he puts into the press, when he would put 80 us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under Mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man. Mrs Ford. Why, this is the

hand, the very words.

of us?

very same; the very
What doth he think

Mrs Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury.

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Mrs Ford. Boarding,' call you it? I'll be sure to keep him above deck.

Mrs Page. So will I: if he come under my hatches,

I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on
him: let's appoint him a meeting; give him
a show of comfort in his suit, and lead him on
with a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawned
his horses to mine host of the Garter.

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