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I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. pursued me; occasions. in my mind, or in my means, meed,” I am sure, I

Will they yet look after thee! Wilt thou, after the expense of so much money, be now a gainer * Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter.

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Ford. Bless you, sir. Fal. And you, sir; Would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you. Fal. You're welcome; What's your will ? Give us leave, drawer. [Erit Bardolph. Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook. Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you. Ford. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something enboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open. Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help me to bear it, sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the car

riage. Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter. --- Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing. Fal. Speak, good master Brook: I shall be glad to be your servant. Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar, I will be brief with you; and you have been a man long known to me, though I had never so good means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine own impersection: but, good sir John, as you hayo one eye upon my follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own; that I #'. pass with a reproof the easier, sith" you yourself know, how easy it is to be such an offender.

1) A cant phrase of exultation. § Since (3) Reward.

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dotin meet her; see'd every slight occasion, that could but niggardly give me sight of her : not only

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Fal. Well, sir.

Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a observance ; engrossed opportunities to

bought many presents to give her, but have given

[Erit Pistol. largely to many, to know what she would have hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is"

given : briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath which hath been, on the wing of all

But whatsoveri have merited, either

have received none; unless experience be a jewel : that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that nath taught me to say this:

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pur

stres : Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfac tion at her hands ! Ford. Never. Fal. Have you importuned her to such a purpose ? Ford. Never. Fal. Of what quality was your love then? Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it. o, To what purpose have you unfolded this

ne Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she appear honest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her mirth so far, that there is shrewd construction made of her. Now, sir John, here is the heart of my purpose: You are a gentleman of excellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance," authentic in your place and person, generally allowed” for your many warlike, court-like, and o forum. . Up. Sir

Ford. Believe it, for you know it:—There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife; use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; if any man may, you. may as soon as any.

Fal. Would it *" well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy! Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

ord. O, understand my drift" she dwells so

securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand, my desires had instance and argument to commend themselves; I could drive her then from the ward" of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too strongly old against me; What say you to't, sir of in

Fal. Mastar Brook, I will first make bold with your money; next, give me, your hand; and last, as I am afoueman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford’s wife.

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Ford. O good sir!
Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall.
Ford. Want no money, sir John, you shall want

none. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell you,) by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed. ord. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir? Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave I know him not:—yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses 6 money; for the which his wife seems to me wellfavoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home. ord. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him. al. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue ! I will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel: it shall hang like a motor or the cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt lie with his wife.—Come to me soon at night:— Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his stile ;" thou master Brook, shalt know him for a knave and cuckold :—come to me soon at night. [Erit. Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this ' —My heart is ready to crack with impatience— Who says, this is improvident jealousy 2 My wise

made. Would any man have thought this?—See the hell of having a false woman my bed shall be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abomi

nable terms, and by him that does me this wrong."

Terms' names!—Amaimon sounds well ; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold ! wittola cuckold ! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be Jealous : I will rather trust". Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman, with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavitae" bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling

elding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises: and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised for my jealousy –Eleven o'clock the hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at %. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold cuckold ! cuckold ! [Erit. SCENTE III.--Windsor Park.

and Rugby.

Enter Caius

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Caius. B come ; he come ; by gar, he be come. "Rio" is is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill him, if he came. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I will kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I will tell you how I will kill him. Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence. Caius. Villain-a, take your rapier. I'ug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Host. "Bless thee, bully doctor. Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius. Page. Now, good master doctor : Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. f Giu. V at be all you, one, two, tree, four, conte or Host. To see thee fight, to see thee soin,” to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montánt." Is he dead, my Ethopian is he dead, my Francisco.1 ha, bully What says my AEsculapius 7 my Galen? my heart of elder ha? is he dead, bully Stale is he dead? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de world: he is not show his face. Host. Thou art a Castilian" king, Urinal | Hector of Greece, my boy! aius. I pray you, bear witness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your prosessions: is it not true, master Page 1 Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been reat fighter, though now a man of peace. hal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, , and churchmen, master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the soils of women, master Page. Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown hims, 's a wise and patient churchman: you must go with me, master doctor. Hol. Pardon, guest justice:—A word, monsieur Muck-water 7" Caius. Muck-water vat is dat? Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully. Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-water as de Englishman:—Scurvy jack-dog priest b gar, me vill cut his ears. o, bully.

gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no .. ray his Pible vell, dat he is no ack Rugby, he is dead already, it

Hol. ii. will clapper-claw thee

Caius. Clapper-de-claw vat is dat?
Host. That is, he will make thee amends.
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-

claw me ; for, by gar, me will have it.
Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him

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t, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender,.

go you through the town to Frogmore.

[.1side to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Host. He is there: see what humour he is in : and I will bring the doctor about by the fields: will it do well ? Shal. We will do it. Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. [Ereunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne i. is, at a farm-house a }.} ; and thou shalt woo her: Cry’d game, said We

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Era. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic?

Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way.

Era. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.

Sim. I wisl, sir.

Era. "Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!—I shall be glad, if he have deceived me:—how melancholies i am!—I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard," when I have good opportunities for the 'ork:—'pless my soul! [Sings. To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals; There will ure make our peds of roses, Mnd a thousand fragrani posies.

To shallow

Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

JMelodious birds sing madrigals;–
When as I sat in Pabylon,”
.ind a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow

Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh. Era. He's welcome:—

To shallow rivers, to whose falls Heaven prosper the right!—What weapons is he?

Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this way."

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Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, i. o good student from i. book, and it is wonerful. Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Page. Save you, good sir Hugh ! Era, 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you ! Shal. What! the sword and the world! do you study them both, master parson 7 Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day? Eva. There is reasons and causes for it. Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master parson. Era. Fery well: what is it? Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who elike, having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect. Era. What is ho Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician. Era. Got's will, and his passion of my heart | 1 . as lies you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Page. Why? Era. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withai. Page. | warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. Slen. 0, sweet Anne Page! Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:—Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius.

Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Host. Disarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your ear: Werefore will you not meet-a me? Era. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. Era. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends:– I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb, for inissing your meetings and appointments. | Caius. Diable 1–Jack Rugby, mine Host de |Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint? Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll b. judgment by mine host of the Garter. Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer. Caius. Ay, dat is very good!" excellent! Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politic 7 am I subtle 2 am I a Machia

(2) Babylon, the first line of the 137th Psalm. H

vel? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the plots —they are laid; and our revolted wors

potions, and the motions. Shall i lose my parson 1
my priest my sir Hugh 7 no ; he gives me the
pro-verbs and the no-verbs—Give methy hand,
terrestrial; so :—Give me thy hand, celestial; so.
—Boys of art, I have deceived you both ; I have
directed you to wrong places: your hearts are
mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack
be the issue.—Come, lay their swords to pawn:—
Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow.
Shal. Trust me, a mad host:-Follow, gentle-
men, follow.
Slen. O, sweet Anne Page'
| Ereunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Host.
Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-
a de sot' of us? ha, ha!
Era. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-
stog.”—I desire you, that we may be friends; and
let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on
this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the
host of the Garter.
Caius. By gar, wit all my heart; he promise
to bring me were is Anne Page: by gar, he de-
ceive me too.
Era. Well, I will smite his noddles:—Pray
you, follow. [Ereunt.

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Fol. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you .Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she at home 7 Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company: I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry. .Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, -two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? . Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: What do you call your knight's name, sirrah? Rob. Sir John Falstaff. Ford. Sir John Falstaff! .Mrs. Page. He, he I can never hit on's name. Those is such a league on in good man and he l—is your wife at home, indeed 2 Ford. Indecd, she is. ..Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir;-I am sick, till I see her. [Ereunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains 1 hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot pointblank 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 boy with her. A man .# hear this shower sing in the wind l—and Falstaff's boy with her!—Good

o Fool. (2) Flouting-stock. (3) Specious. (4) Shall encourage.

share damnation together. Well; I will take to then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed vei, modesty from the so seeming” mistress Page, vulge Page himself for a securs and wilful Actaev. and to these violent proceedings all my neighbou shall cry aim.” so strikes.) The clock gome my cue, and my assurance bids me searc . there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather prais ! for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there: I will go.

Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh vans, Caius, and Rugby.

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Euter Servants with a basket.

.Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down. .Mrs. Page. Give your men the charge ; we must be brief. ..Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, and Robert, be ready here hard by in the brewhouse; and when I suddenly call you, come forth, and (without any pause or staggering,) take this basket, on your shoulders: that done, trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters' in Datchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch, close by the Thames' side. ..Mrs. Page. You will do it? JMrs. Ford. I have told them over and over; they lack no direction: be gone, and come when you are called. [Ereunt Servants. .Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.

Enter Robin.

JMrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket?” what news with you?

Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your back-door, mistress Ford; and requests your com

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JMrs. Ford. O sweet sir John Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prat Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: would o husband were dead: I'll speak it before the best lord. I would make thee o ady. Mrs. For? I your lady, sir John! alas, I should be †"; lady. Fal. Let the court of France show me such another; I see how thine eyes would emulate the diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance.* Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my brows become nothing else; nor that well neither. Fal. Thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st make an absolute courtier: and the firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait, in a ... farthingale. I see what thou wert, if fortune, thy foe were not; friend: come, thou canst not hide it.

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... Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.

In line.
Fal. What made me love thee? let that !.
suade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee.
Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and
that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn buds
that come like women in men's apparel, and so.
like Bucklersbury in simple-time; I cannot; but
I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservesti.
JMrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir; I fear, you
love mistress Page.
al. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk
by the Counter-gate; which is as hateful to me as
the reek of a lime-kiln.
JMrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows, how I love
you; and you shall one day find it.
Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it.
JMrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do ; or
else I could not be in that mind.
Rob. [within..] Mistress Ford, mistress Ford
here's mistress Page at the door, sweating and
blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs
speak with you o
Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce” me
behind the arras."
JMrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tat-
tling woman.— [Falstaff hides himself.

Enter JMistress Page and Robin.

What's the matter? how now?
JMrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you
done You're shamed, you are overthrown, you
are undone for ever.
JMrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress
Page 2
Mrs. Page. 0 well-a-day, mistress Ford ' hav-
ing an honest man to your husband, to give him
such cause of suspicion 1
JMrs. Ford. W. cause of suspicion?
JMrs. Page. What cause of suspicion?–Out up-
on you! how am I mistook in you!
Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter?
JMrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, we-
man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for
a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the
house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of
his absence. You are undone.
JMrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[..slside.]—'Tis not
so, I hope.
JMrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that yori
have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your
husband's coming, with half Windsor at his he, 1s
to sorch for such a on." I come before to ti
you: if you know yourself clear, why I am glad
of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, cor-
vey him out. Be not amazed; call all your senses
to you; desend your reputation, or bid farewell to
your good life forever.
JIrs. Ford. What shall I do?—There is a gen-
tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine-own
shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a
thousand pound, he were out of the house.
..Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had
rather, and you had rather; your husband's here
at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the
house you cannot hide him.–0, how have you de-
ceived me !—Look, here is a basket; if he he of
any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and
throw soul linen upon him, as if it were going to
4) Venetian fashions.
5) Formerly chiefly inhabited by druggists.
6) Prison. (7) Hide. (8) Tapestry.

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