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JMrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion. mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water ; and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment? ..Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to: morrow eight o'clock, to have amends.
Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans,
Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that he could not compass. ..Mrs. Page. Heard you that? ..Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace:—You use me well, master Ford, do o Ford. Ay, I do so. ..Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your thoughts! Ford. Amen. .Mrs. Page. master Ford. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. Era. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day "... Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Page. Fie, sie, master Ford are you not ashamed? What * what devil suggests this imagina: tion ? I would not have your distemper in soil. for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Ford. Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. Era. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wise is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too. Cuius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Ford. Well;-I promised you a dinner:—Come, come; walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me;
You do yourself mighty wrong,
dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out: I’ll warrant, o unkennel the fox:—Let me stop this way first:– So, now, uncape.* hig. Good master Ford, be contented: you wrong yourself too much. Ford. True, master Page.—Up, gentlemen; you shall see sport anon: follow me, * arit. Era. This is fery fantastical humours, and jealousies. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France: it is not jealous in France. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his search. [Ereunt Evans, Page, and Caius. off. Page. Is there not a double excellency in
s JMrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or sir John. .Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket! JMrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit. JMrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would, all of the same strain were in the same distress. JMrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff’s being here; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now. .Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine. § Bleaching-time. } A staff for carrying a large tub or basket.
pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. age. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: shall it be so Ford. Any thing. Era. If there is one, I shall make two in the company. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de
ircI. Era. In your teeth: for shame. Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Era. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host. Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Era. A lousy fo, to have his jibes and his mockeries. [Ereunt
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to
Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
.1nne. Gentle master Fenton,
[They converse apart.
Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.
Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't:1 slid, 'tis but venturing. Shal. Be not dismay’d. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that.—but that I am afeard. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word with you. ..onne. I come to him.—This is my father's choice. 0, what a world of vile ill-favour’d faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds o .# ! ~15ttle. Quick. And how does good master Fenton 1 Pray you, a word with you. shii. She's coming; to her, coz. hadst a father Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne;—my uncle can tell you good jests of him:—Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle. Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. Slon. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Giocestershire. Sha'. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. Sen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,” under the degree of a squire. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure. .inne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I’ll leave W out. ..onne. Now, master Slender. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. ..?nne. What is }of will 7 Slen. My will od's heartlings, that's a pretty irst, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. •onne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me? Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: your father, and my uncle, have made motions: if it be my luck, so if not happy man be his dole: They can tell you how things o, better than I can: you may ask your father; ere he comes.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page.
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.
(1) A proverb–a shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt a thick short one.
have been, when I had been swelled ! I should Ford. Wha
have been a mountain of mummy. Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine.
Bird. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with vou.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in.
13tral. Come in, woman.
Enter Mrs. Quickly.
was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full of
Ford. Bless you, sir! Fal. Now, master Brook; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife 2 food. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. Ful. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was at her house the hour she appointed me. Ford. And how speed you, sir? Ful. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. Ford. How so, sir? Did she change her determination ? Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornuto, her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a contino ihrum of jealousy, comes mc in the instant of otr encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.
'i while you were there? Fal. While I was there. Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find you ? Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. Ford. A buck-basket ! Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in with foulshirts and smocks, socks, soul stockings, and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous sinci, that ever offended nostril. Ford. And how long lay you there? Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their mistress, to carry me in the name of soil clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave, their master, in the door; who asked them once or twice what they had in their basket. I quaked for fear, left the lunatic knave would have searched it; but Fate ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well:, on went he for a search, and away went i for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten-bell-wether: next, to be compassed like a good bilbo,” in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head: and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, with stiling clothes that fretted in their own grease: think of that, a man of my kidney, think of that; that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw: it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to he thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hol, in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that:histing hot, think of that, master Brook. 'ord. In good sadness,” sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then is desperate; you'll undertake her no more. Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into the Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a birding: I have received from her another embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Brook. * Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. Fal. is it 7 Fol then address me" to my appointment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her : adieu. You shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. [Erit. Ford. Hum! has is this a vision? is this a dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be married; this 'tis to have linen, and bick-baskets!—Well, I will proclaim myself what I am : I will now take the lecher; he is at my house : he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepper-box : but, lest the devil that guides him o d aid him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to
(3) Seriousness. t4) Make myself ready.
be what I would not, shall not make me tame: if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me, I'll be horn mad. [Eril.
SCENTE I.—The Street. Enter..Mrs. Page, Mrs. uickly, and William.
Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, think'st thou ?
Quick. Sure he is by this; or will be presently: but truly, he is very courageous' mad, about his throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come olden!
Mrs. Page. I’ll be with her by and by; I'll but bring my young man here to school: look, where his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
How now, sir Hugh 2 no school to-day? Era. No; master Slender is let the boys leave to
lay. §. Blessing of his heart! ..Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence. Era." Come hither, william; hold up your head; come. JMrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your head; answer your master, be not afraid. Era, William, how many numbers is in nouns? Will. Two. Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number more ; because they * od's nouns. lo Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Wil
m Will. Pulcher. Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than poulcats, sure. Era. You are a very simplicity'oman; I pray you, peace. What is lapis, William 'ill. A stone. Era. And what is a stone, William 7 Will. A pebble. Era. No, it is lapis; I pray you remember in your prain. Will. Lapis. Eva. Thăt is good William. What is he, William, that does lend articles 2 Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominatiro, hio, hatc, hoc. Era. Nominatiro, hig mark: genitivo, hujus: sittire case ? Will. .1ccusatiro, hinc. Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, rh'd; Tecisatiro, hing, hang, hog. Quick. Hang hog is flatin for bacon, I warrant volt. Era. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is to focatire case, William Will. 0–Vocatiro, 0. Era. Remember, william ; focatire is, caret. Quick. And that's a good root.
Era. 'Oman, forbear.
JMrs. Page. Peace. li #. What is your genitive case, plural, Wil iann
JWill. Genitive case ?
Will. onitor-wrun, harum, horum.
Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny’s case ! sle on her l—never name her, child, if she be a whore.
Eva. For shame, 'oman.
Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum:— fie upon you !
Ira. Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of the genders 2 Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires.
.Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee
Eva. Show me now, of your pronouns.
Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.
Eva. It is ki, kar, cod; if you forget your kies, your kars, and your cods, you must be preeches.” Go your ways, and play, go.
..Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he was.
Era. He is a good sprag" memory. Farewell, mistress Page.
..Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Erit Sir Hugh.] et you home, boy.—Come, we stay too long. |Ezeunt.
hold thy peace. William, some declensions
Enter JMrs. Page.
JMrs. Page. How now, sweetheart 7 who's at home beside yourself? ..Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. JMrs. Page. Indeed? JIrs. Ford. No, certainly;—speak louder. [..slside. JMrs. Page. Truly, I ain so glad you have nobody here. .*Irs. Ford. Why? JMrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes" again: he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind: so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, crying, peer out, peer out !” that any madness ever yet beheld, seemed, but tameness, civility, and patience, to this his distemper he is in now : I am glad the fat knight is not here. JMrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Jirs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket: protests to my husband, he is now
(6) As children call on a snail to push forth his horns.
bere; and hath drawn him and the rest of their
company from their sport, to make another experi-
Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: may I not go out, ere he come 2 ..Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers watch the door with pistols, that none should issue out; otherwise you might slip away cre he came. But what make you here? Fal. What shall I do?—I'll creep up into the chimney. ..Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge their birding-pieces: creep into the kiln-hole. Fal. Where is it? ..Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract" for the remembrance of such laces, and goes to them by his note: there is no iding you in the house. Fal. I’ll go out then. ..Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semo you die, sir John. Unless you go out disulsed...Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him? JMrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There is no woman's gown big enough for him ; otherwise, he might put on a hat, a mufller, and a kerchief. and so esca Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremo, rather than a mischief. ..Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the sat woman of Brentford, has a gown above. .Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him; she's as big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler too: run up, sir John, JMrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John ; mistress Page and I will look some linen for your hood. ..Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you straight: put on the gown the while. [Erit Fal. JMrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. ..Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's o ; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards : ..Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming? Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness,” is he ; and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelliorence. .Mrs. Ford. We'll try that: for I'll a men to carry the basket again, to meet | door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford.
(1) Short note of. (2) Seriousness.
Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have you any way then to unfool me again?—Set down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my wife:–You, youth in a booke, come out here ! —0, you sanderly rascals' there's a knot, a ging,” a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the devil be shamed. What wife, I say! come come forth; behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching.
Page. Why, this passes;* Master Ford, you are not to go loose any longer ; you must be pinioned.
Eva. Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad
Enter JMrs. Ford.
Ford. So say I too, Sir.—Come hither, mistress Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her husband 1–I suspect without cause, mistress, do I ? JMrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, is you suspect me in any dishonesty. "ord. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.— Come forth, sirrah. [Pulls the clothes out of the basket. Page. This passes! Jrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the clothes alone. Ford. I shall find you anon. Era. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife’s clothes? Come away. Ford. Empty the basket, I say. ..Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why, Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket: Why may not he be there again? In my house I am sure he is: my intelligence is true; my jealousy is reasonable: Pluck me out all the linen. JMrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death. Page. Here’s no man.
(3) Gang. (4) Surpasses, to go beyond bounds