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Ford. O good sir !
i Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall.
come; he has Ford. Want no money, sir John, you shall want come ; by gar, Jahis Pible vell, dat he is no
, he is dead already, if
be be come. none.
Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you Rug. He is wise, sir : he knew your worship shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell would kill him, if he came. you,) by her own appointment; even as you camel
, Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and how I vill kill him. eleven ; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot sence. her husband, will be forth. Come you to me ai Caius. Villain-a, take your rapier. night, you shall know how I speed.
Rug. Forbear; here's company. Forl." I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir?
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page. Fab. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not:- yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they
Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor. say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius. money; for the which his wife seems to me well- Page. Now, good master doctor! favoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly
Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.
Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir ; that
you might avoid him, if you saw him.
Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue ! 1 thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; will stare him out of his wits ; I will awe him with to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, my cudrel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the thy distance, thy montánt. Is he dead, my Ethicuckold's horns : master Brook, thou shalt know, opian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt What says my Esculapius ? my Galen? my heart lie with his wife.-Come to me soon at night :
of elder? hal is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his stile ;'
Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of thou master Brook, shalt know him for a knaye de world: he is not show his face. and cuckold:-come to me soon at night. [Erit.
Host. Thou art a Castiliane king, Urinal! HecFord. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this : tor of Greece, my boy! - My hart is ready to crack with impatience
Caius. pray you, bear witness that me hare Who says, this is improvident jealousy My wife stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is is no come. made. Would any man have thought this ?-See
Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is the hell of having
a false woman! my bed shall a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodics; if you be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation should fight, you go against the hair of your prognawn at; and I shall not only receive this villa- sessions : is it not true, master Page ? nous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abomi
Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been nable terms, and by him that does me this wrong.
a great fighter, though now a nan of peace. Terms! names!-- Amaimon sounds well; Lu
Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be cifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my additions, the names of tiends: but cuckold! wit- tinger itches to make one : though we are justices, tol2 cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a
and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons bis wife, he will not be jealous : 'I will rather of women, master Page. triist a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the
Page. "Tis true, master Shallow. Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my
Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master aquavitæ' bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling doctor Calus, I am come to fetch you home. Iam geldint, than my wife with herself: then she plots, sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself
a then she ruminates, then she devises: and whai wise physician, and sir Hugh hath show'n himself thay think in their hearts they may effect, they a wise and patient churchman: you must go with will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven me, master doctor. be praised for my jealousy !--Eleven o'clock the
Ilost. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur hour; I will prevent this, detect my wise, be re
Muck-water?? venged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page.' I will
Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat ? about it; better three hours too soon, than a
Host. Mnek-water, in our English tongue, is minute too late. Fie, fie, fie ! cuckold ! 'cuckold: valour, bully. cuckold !
Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-rater
as de Englishman:-Scurvy jack-dog priest ! by SCENE III.-Windsor Park.
Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. and Rugby.
Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
Host. That is, he will make thee amends, Caius. Jack Rugby!
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-deRug. Sir.
claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack ?
Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh pro- wag. mised to meet.
Caius. Me tank you for dat.
Ilost. And moreover, bully, -But first, master (1) Add to his title. (2) Contented cuckold. (S) Usquebaugh. (4) Fence.
Cant term for Spaniard. (5) Terms in fencing.
Drain of a dunghill,
Enter Caius gar, me vill cut his ears.
guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender,l. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep go you through the town to Frogmore.
it in your arms.
(Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Host. He is there: see what humour he is in ; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : will Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow, it do well?
good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, Shal. We will do it.
and a good student from his book, and it is won. Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. derful.
(Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he Page. Save you, good sir Hugh! speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you ! Host. Lei him die: but, first, sheath thy impa - Shal. What the sword and the world! do you tience; throw cold water on thý choler: yo about study them both, master parson? the belds with me through Frogmore; I will bring!, Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a hose, this raw rheumatic day? feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said
Era. There is reasons and causes for it. I well?
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat; by gar, 1 master parson. love you ; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, Era. Fery well: what is it? de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who patients.
belike, having received wrong by some person, is Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary to at most odds with his own gravity and patienco, wards Anne Page; said I well ?
that ever you saw. Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.
Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward; Host. Let us wag then.
I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby, learning, so wide of his own respect.
(Exeunt. Eva. What is he?
Page. I think you know him; master doctor
Caius, the renowned French physician.
Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I
had as lies you would tell me of a mess of poro SCENE I. A field near Frogmore. Enter Sir ridge. Hugh Evans and Simple.
Era. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's and Galen, -and he is a knave besides; a cowardly terving-man, and friend Simple by your name, knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal. which way have you looked for master Caius, that Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight calls himself Doctor of Physic ?
with him. Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, Slen. 0, sweet Anne Page! every way; old Windsor way, and every way bui Shal. It appears so, by his weapons : Keep
them asunder ;-here comes doctor Caius. Era. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.
Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby. Sim. I will, sir. Era. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your and trempling of mind !--I shall be glad, if he have weapon. deceived' me:-how melancholies I am!-I will Sha!. So do you, good master doctor. knog his urinals about his knave's costard,' when I Host. Disarm them, and let them question ; let have good opportunities for the 'ork :-'pless my them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. soul !
(Sings. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit To shalloro rivers, to whose falls
your ear: Verefore will you not meet-a me? Melodious birds sing madrigals;
Era. Pray you, use your patience : In good time. There will we make our peds of roses,
Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, And a thousand fragrant posies. To shallow
Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to
other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. and I will one way or other make you amends : Melodious birds sing madrigals ;
I will knog your urinals about your knave's
cogscomb, for missing your meetings and appointWhen as I sat in Pabylon,
ments. And a thousand fragrant posies.
Caius. Diable ! -Jack Rugby,-mine Host de To shallow
Jarlerre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh. I not, at de place I did appoint? Eva. He's welcome :
Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you,
this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by To shallow rivers, to whose falls
mine host of the Garter. Heaven prosper the right!–What weapons is he ? and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer.
Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! 'excellent ! master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog-) Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar. more, over the stilc, this way.
ter. Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machia(1) Head.
(2) Babylon, the first line of the 137th Psalm.
the town way.
vel ? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the plots !-they are laid ; and our revolted wives potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? share damnation together. Well; I will take him, my priest ? my sir Hugh ? no ; he gives me the then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of pro-verbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy hand, modesty from the so seemingo mistress Pare, diterrestrial; so:-Give me thy hand, celestial; so. vulye Paze hinself for a secure and wilsul Actxon;
-Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have and to these violent proceedings all iny nei hbours directed you to wrong places: your hearts are shall cry aim. (Clock strikes.] The clock gives mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; be ihe issue.-Come, lay their swords to pawn: There I shall find Falstaft: I shall be rather praised Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as the
Shal. Trust me, a mad host:--Follow, gentic- earth is firin, that Falstaff is there: I will go. men, follow. Slen. 0, sweet Anne Page !
Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh [Ereunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Host.
Evans, Caius, and Rugby. Caius. Hal do I perceive dat? have you makea de sot' of us? ha, ha!
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlouting- Ford. Trust me, a good knot : I have good stog.-I desire you, that we may be friends; and cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on Shal. I must excuse mysell, master Ford. this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the Slen. And so must I, sir; we have appointed host of the Garter.
to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise with her for more money than I'll speak of. to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he de- Shal. We have linger'd about a match between ceive me too.
Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles :-Pray we shall have our answer.
[Exeuni. Slen. I hope, I have your good-will, father
Page. SCENE II.-The Street in Windsor. Enter Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholMrs. Page and Robin.
ly for you :-but my wife, master doctor, is for
you altogether. Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me ; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes,
Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? or eye your master's heels ? Rob." I had rather, forsooth, go before you like writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April
he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he a man, than follow him like a dwarf.
and May: he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in Mrs. Page. O) you are a flattering boy; now, I his buttons ; he will carry't. sce, you'll be a courtier.
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The
gentlemen is of no having :6 he kept company with Enter Ford.
the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a reFord. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go knot in his fortunes with the singer of my sub
gion, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a you?
stance: if he take her, let him take her simply ; Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my at home?
consent goes not that way. Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, Ford. I bescech you, heartily, some of you go for want of company: I think, if your husbands home with me to dinner : besides your cheer, you were dead, you two would marry.
shall have sport; I will show you a monster.Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, -two other hus- Master doctor, you shall go ;-so shall you, master bands.
Page ;-and voi, sir Hugh. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? Shd. Well, fare you well:-we shall have the
Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his freer wooing at master Page's. name is my husband had him of: What do you
(Ereunt Shalloir and Slender. call your knight's name, sirrah?
Caius, Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. Rob. Sir John Falstail.
(Erit Rugby. Ford. Sir John Falstaff!
Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest Mrs. Page. He, he: I can never hit on's name. knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. There is such a league between my good man
[Eril Host. and he !-Is your wise at home, indeed ?
Ford. [Aside.) I thirk, I shall drink in pipe Ford. Indecd, she is.
wine first with him ; I'll make him dance. Will Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir ;-I am sick, till you go, gentles ? I see her. (Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin.
All. Have with you, to see this monster. Ford. Has Page anv brains ? hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath
(Ereunt. no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter SCENE II.-A room in Ford's house. Enler twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point
Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion, and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly : is the buck
Mrs. Ford. What, John! what, Robert ! boy with her.
A man may hear this shower sing basketin the wind !--and Falstaff's boy with her!–Good Mrs. Ford. I warrant :—what, Robin, I say.
(1) Fool. (2) Flouting-stock. (3) Specious. 14) Shall encourage.
(5) Out of the common style. (6) Not rich.
Enter Servants with a basket.
Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing Mrs. Page. Come, come, come. Mrs. Furd. Here, set it down.
Fal. What made me love thee? let that perMrs. Paze. Give your men the charge ; we
suade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. must be brief.
Come, I cannot cos, and say, thou art this and Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn buds, and Robert, be readý here hard by in the brew? that come like women in mei's apparel, and snell house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.
like Buchler: bury in simple-time; I cannot : but and ( without any pause or staggering,) take this
Nrs. Furi. Do not betray me, sir; I fear, you basket on your shoulders : that done, trudge with it in all hasie, and carry it among the whilsters' in love mistress Puge. Datchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddy,
Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk ditch, close by ihe Thames' side.
by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to zne as
the reek of a line-kiln. Mrs. Page. You will do it? Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over;
Mrs. Furd. Well, heaven knows, how I love they lack no direction : be gone, and come when you;, and you shall one day find it. you are called.
Ful. Keep in that mind; l'll deserve it. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.
Mrs. Furd. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or
else I could not be in that mind. Enter Robin.
Rob. (within.) Mistress Ford, misiress Ford !
here's misire:s Paze at the door, sweating and Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket ?? what blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs news with you?
speak with you presently. Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce" me back-door, mistress Ford ; and requests your com- behind the arras.' pany.
Nrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tatMrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent," have you tling woman.
[Falstatl hides himself. been true to us? Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: my master knows not
Enter Nistress Page and Robin. of your being here; and hath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you otit; for, What's the matter? how now? be swears, he'll turn me away.
Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you Mrs. Pace. Thou'rt a good boy; this secrecy or done? You're shamed, you are overthrown, you thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee are undone for ever. a new doublet and hose.-I'll go hide me.
Alrs. For.. What's the matter, good mistress Mrs. Ford. D) so:-Go tell thy master, I am
Page ? alonc. Mrs. Page, remember you your cue.
Mrs. Pace. well-a-day, mistress Ford ! hav.
[Erit Robin. ing an honest man to your husband, to give him Mrs. Page. I warrant thce; if I do not act it, such cause of suspicion !
(Erit Mrs. Pare.
Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? rs. Ford. Go to then; we'll use this unwhole
Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out upsome humidity, this gross watry pumpion ;-we'll on you! h w am I mistook in you! teach him to know turtles from jays.
Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter ?
Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, wcEnter Falstaff.
man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for
- gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the Fal. Hare I caught thee, my hearenly jercel ? house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; his absence. You are undone. this is the period of my ambition : O this blessed Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.-[Aside. ]—'Tis not hour!
so, I hope. Mrs. Ford, ( sweet sir John!
Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you Fal. Misiress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate, have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I husband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, would thy husband were dead: I'll speak it before to search for such a one. I come before to tell the best lord, I would make thee my lady. you: if you know yourself clear, why I am glad
Irs. Ford. I your lady, sir John! alus, I should of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, conbe a pitiful lady:
vey him out. Be not amazed ; cail all your senses Fal. Let the court of France show me such ano-to you ; defend your reputation, or bid farewell to thr; I see how thine eyes would emulate the your good life forever. diunond: thou hast the right arched bent of the Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?---There is a genbror, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire.valiant, teman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own or any tire of Venetian admittance. +
shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my thousand pound, he were out of the house. brows become nothing else ; nor that well neither. Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had
F:l. Thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st rather, and you had rather; your husband's here mke an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the thy fooi would give an excellent motion to thy gait, house you cannoi hide hiin.-1), hou have you dein a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou ceived me!--Look, here is a basket; if he he of wort, if fortune thy toe were not; nature is thy any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and friend : come, thou canst not hide it.
throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to (1) Bleachers of linen.
(4) Venetian fashions. (2) A young small hawk.
(5) Formerly chiefly inhabited by druggists. (3) A puppet thrown at in Lent, like shrove-cocks. (6) Prison.
bucking: or, it is whiting-time,' send him by your Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, men to Datchet Mead.
mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : what into the water; and give him another hope, to beshall I do?
tray him to another punishment?
Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for toRe-enter Falstaff,
morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! I'll in, I'll in ;-follow your friend's counsel ;
Re-enler Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. I'll in, Mrs. Puge. What! sir John Falstast! Are these bragged of that he could not compass.
Ford. I cannot find him; may be the knave your letters, knight?
Mrs. Page. Heard you that? Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me
Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me well, away: let me creep in here ; I'll never[He goes into the basket; they cover hin with master Ford, do you?'
Ford. Ay, I do so. foul linen.] Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: call
Alrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your
thoughts! your men, mistress Ford:-You dissembling knight!
Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong,
master Ford. clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-stafl?? look, how you drumble ;: carry them to the laun
Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. dress in Datchet Mead; quickly, come.
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in
the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment!
Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect with- Page. Fie, lie, master Ford ! are you not ashamout cause, why then make sport at me, then let me ed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagina. be your jest; I deserve it.-llow now? whither tion ? I would not have your distemper in this kind, bear you this?
for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Seiv. To the laundress, forsooth.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer for it. Mrs, Ford, Why, what have you to do whither Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife they bear it ? you were best meddle with buck- is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five washing.
thousand, ard five hundred too. Foril. Buck? I would I could wash myself of Cuius. By gar, I see 'lis an honest woman. the buck! Buck, buck, buck ? ay, fuck; I war- Ford. Well;---I promised you a dinner :- Come, rant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall ap- come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; pear. [Exeunt Servants with the baskel.) Gentle I will hereafter make known to you, why I have men, I have dreamed to-pight ; I'll tell you my done this. Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page; I dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. chambers, search, seek, tind out : I'll warrant, we'll Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, unkennel the fox:-Let me stop this way first :
we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morn$0, now, uncape,
ing to my house to breakfast; alter, we'll a bird. Page,' Good master Ford, be contented: you ing together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: wrong yourself too much.
shall it be so ? Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you
Ford. Any thing. shall sec sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. Era. If there is one, I shall make two in the
[Eril. company. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours, and jea. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a do lousies.
tird. Caius. B; gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it Eva. In your teeth: for shame. is not jealous in France.
Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow of his search. (Exeuní Evans, Page, and Caius. on the lousy knave, mine host.
Mrs. Page, Is there not a double excellency in Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. this?
Era. A lousy knave; to have his jibes and his Mrs, Ford. I know not which pleases me better, mockeries.
(Ereunt. that my husband is deceived, or sir John.
Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your SCENE IV. room in Page's house. Enler husband asked whos was in the basket !
Fenton and Mistress Anne Page. Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; him a bcnefit.
Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs, Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I
Anne, Alas! how then ? would, all of the same strain were in the same
Why, thou must be thyself, distress.
He doth object, I am too great of birth ; Mrs, Ford, I think, my husband hath some spe- And that, my state being gall?d with my exp se, cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never I seek to heal it only by his wealth: saw him so gross in his jealousy till now,
Besides these, other bars he lays before me, Mrs. Page, I will lay a plot to try that: And My riots past, my wild societies; we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dis- And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible solute disease will scarce obey this medicine,
I should love thee, but as a property.
Anne. May be, he tells you true, (1) Bleaching-time. 12) A staff for carry'vg a large tub or basket. (3) Drone. (4) Unbag the fox, (5) Whah