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trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, Servingman, a fresh tapster: Go; adieu.
French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will
[Ereunt Falstaff and Robin. thrise.
[Erit BARD. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd, and Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the
fullam bolds, spigot wield ?
And high and low beguile the rich and poor; Nym. He was gotten in drink : Is not the hu- Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, mour conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and Base Phrygian Turk! there's the humour of it.
Nym. I have operations in my head, which bo Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinder-box; bumours of revenge. his thefts were too open: his filching was like an Pist. Wilt thou revenge ? unskilful singer, he kept not time.
Nym. By welkin, and her star! Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's Pist. With wit, or steel?
Nym. With both the humours, I: Pist
. Convey, the wise it call : Steal ! foh; a I will discuss the humour of this love to Page. fico for the phrase !
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels.
How Falstaff, varlet vile, Pist. Why then, let kibes ensue.
His dove will prove, his gold will hold, Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch ;
And his soft couch defile. I must shift.
Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Pist. Young ravens must have food.
Page to deal with poison; I will possess bim with Fal. Wbich of you know Ford of this town? yellowness; for the revolt of mien is dangerous : Pist. I ken the wight; be is of substance good. that is my true humour.
Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I seabout.
cond thee; troop on.
[Exeuni. Pist. Two yards, and more.
Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in the SCENE IV.--A Room in Dr. Caius's House. waist two yards about: but I am now about no
Enter Mrs. QuickLY, SIMPLE, and Rugbi. waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in Quick. What: John Rugby !-I pray thee, go her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer to the casement, and see if you can see my master of invitation : I can construe the action of her fa- master Doctor Caius, coming : if be do, i'faith, and miliar style ; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, find any body in the house, here will be an old to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's. abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated Rug. I'll go watch.
[Erit Rugby, her well; out of honesty into English.
Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at Nym. The anchor is deep: Will that humour night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea.coal fire. pass ?
An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule shall come in house withal ; and, I warrant you, no of her husband's purse ; she hath legions of angels. tell-tale, por nu breed-bate : his worst fault is, that Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, be is given to prayer; he is something peevish that
way; but nobody but has his fault ;-but let that Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ? me the angels.
Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and Quick. And master Slender's your master ? here another to Page's wife; who even now gave Sim. Ay, forsooth. me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard. judicious eyliads : sometimes the beam of her view like a glover's paring knife ? gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
Sim. No, forsooth: be hath but a little wee face Pist. 'Í'hen did the sun on dunghill shine. with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beara, Nym. I thank thee for that humour.
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Fal. O, she did discourse o'er my exteriors with Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her hands, as any is between this and his head; he eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass ! hath fought with a warrener. Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse Quick. How say you ?–0, I should remember too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. him; Does be not hold up his head, as it were ? I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be and strut in his gait? exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Sim. Yes, indeel, does he. Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear Quick. Well, beaven send Anne Page no worso thou this letter to mistress Page ; and thou this to fortune ! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what mistress Ford : we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. I can for your master: An is a good girl, and I
Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, wishAnd by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all !
Re-enter RUGBY. Nym. I will run no base humour : here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of repu- Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. tation,
Quick. We shall all be sbent • Run in here good Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Rox.] bear you these let- young man: go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in ters tightly;
the closet.] He will not stay long.–What, John Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.- Pugby! John, what John, I say!-Go, John, go Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like bail-stones, go; inquire for my master; I doubt, be be not well, Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, that he comes not home :—and down, down, aamwn-a, pack !
two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to Enter Doctor Carl's. trow at his dog.
Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like these toys; Caius. It is no matter-a for dat :-do not you Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?verd ; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak ? by gar, I will kill de Jack Priest; and I have apo a green-a box,
pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad weapon :- by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. he went not in bimself: if he bad found the young
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be man, he would bave been born-mad. [ Aside. well: we must give folks leave to prate : What, the Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud.
good-jer! Je m'en rais à la Cour,- la grande affaire.
Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me :--By Quick. Is it tbis, sir?
gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head Caius. Ouy; melte le au mon pocket; Depêche, out of my door :-Follow my heels, Rugby. quickly :- Vere is dat knave Rugby ?
[Exeunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. W bat, Jobo Rugby! John!
Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your Rug. Here, sir.
No, I know Anne's mind for that : never a Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind, Rugby : Come, take-a your rapier, and come after than I do: nor can do more than I do with her, I my beel to de court.
thank Heaven. Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
Fent. [Within.] Who's within there ? ho! Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's me!
Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the Qari'ay j'oublié? 'dere is some simples in my closet, house, I pray you. dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave bebind. Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there,
Enter Fenton. and be mad!
Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou ? Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?- Quick. The better, that it pleases your good Villainy! larron! (Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, worship to ask. my rapier.
Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Quick. Good master, be content.
Anne? Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?
Quick. In troth, sir, and she is pretty, and bonest. Quick. The young man is an honest man.
and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? you that by the way; I praise Heaven for it. dere is no bonest man dat shull come in my closet.
Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou ? Shall Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; bear I not lose my suit? the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from
Quick. Troth, sir, all is in His hands above: but parson Hugb.
potwithstanding, master Fenton, l'll be sworn on a Cairs. Vell.
book, she loves you :-Have not your worship a Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to
wart above your eye? Quick. Peace, I pray you.
Fent. Yes, marry have I ; what of that? Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this hopest gentlewoman, your it is such anotber Nan;-but, I detest, an honest
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;--good faith, maid, to speak a good word to Mrs. Anne Page for maid as ever broke bread :—We had an hour's talk my master, in the way of marriage.
of that wart :-I shall never laugh but in that maid's Quick. This is all, indeed, la ; but I'll ne’er put company! But, indeed, sbe is given too much my finger in the fire, and need not.
to allicholly, and musing : But for you-Well, Caius. Sir Hugh send a you ?—Rugby, baillez me some paper : Tarry you a little-a while.
Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day; Hold, there's [Writes.
money for thee; let me have thy voice in my beQuick. I am glad he is so quiet: If he bad been half: if thou seest ber before me, commend mom thorougbly moved, you should have heard him so
Quick. Will I ? i'faith, that we will; and I will lood, and so melancholy ;-But notwithstanding, tell your worship more of the wart, the next time man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the we have confidence ; and of other wooers. very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my mas
Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. ter,-1 may call him my master, look you, for I
[Exit. keep bis house ; and I wash, wring, brew, bake,
Quick. Farewell to your worship. — Truly, an scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do honest gentleman; but. Anne loves him not; for I all myself:
know Anne's mind as well as another does :-Out Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one upon't! what have I forgot?
[Erit body's hand.
Quick. Are you afis'd o'that? you shall find it a great charge : and to be up early and down late ;but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; . I would have no words of it ;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwith
ACT II. standing that,- Ikoow Anne's mind, -that's neither bere nor there.
SCENE I.-- Befors Page's House. Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to sir
Enter Mistress Page, with a Letter. Hugh; by gar, it is a sballenge: I will cut his troat in de park, and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape Mrs. Page. What! bave I 'scap'd love-letters in priest to meddle or make :--you may be cone; it is the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I non a it good you tarry here :-by gar, I will cut all his subject for them ? Let me see :
Ask mne no reason why I love you ; for though love protest, mine never shall, 1 Warrant he hath a use reason for his precision, he admits him not for his thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for counsellor : You are not young, no more am I, go to different names (sure more), and these are of the then, there's sympathy: you are meriy, so am I; Ha! second - dition : He will print them out of doubt; ha ! then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and for he cares not what he puts into the press when so do 1; Would you desire betier sympathy? Let it he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, suffice thee, Mistress Page, (at the least, if the love of a and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you soldier cun suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man. pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but I say, love Mrs. Ford. Why this is the very same; the
very By nie,
hand, the very words: What dotb' he think of us ? Thine owon true knight,
Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not : It makes me alBy day or night,
most ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll Or any kind of light,
entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted With all his might,
withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in For thee to fight,
John Falstaff. me, that I know not myself, he would never have
boarded me in this fury. What a Herod of Jewry is this ? O wicked, Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure to wicked world !-one that is well nigh worn to keep him above deck. pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant ! Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my Wbat an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish hatches, l'il never to sea again. Let's be reveng's drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my on him : let's appoint him a meeting ; give him a conversation, that he dares in this mannr assay show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my com a fine baited delay, till be hath pawn'd his horses pany!- What should I say to him ?-1 was then fru- to mine host of the Garter. gal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me !--Why I'll Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vilexhibit a bill in the parliament for the puiting lang against him, that may not sully the chariness down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? of our honesty.. O, that my husband saw this letfor revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made ter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy, of puddings.
Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and
my good man too; he's as far from jealousy, as I Enter Mistress Ford.
am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page ! trust me, I was go- unmeasurable distance. ing to your bouse !
Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this You look very ill.
greasy knight : Come hither.
[They retire. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.
Enter FORD, PISTOL, Page, and Nym. Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do, then; yet, I say, I could Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in gone affairs : show you to the contrary : 0, Mistress Page, give Sir John affects thy wife. me some counsel !
Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young. Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?
Pist. He woves both high and low, both rich and Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one tri.
poor, fing respect, I could come to such honour !
and old, one with another, Ford ;
Pist. With liver burning hot : l’rerent, or go Mrs. Ford. If I would go but to hell for an eter
thou, nal moment, or so, I could be knighted.
Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels:-Mrs. Page. What? thou liest ! Sir Alice Ford ! 0, odious is the name !
-Tbese knights will hack; and so thou shouldst Ford. What name, sir? not alter the article of thy gentry.
Pist. The horn, 1 say: Farewell. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-hero, read, Take heed; have open eye ; for thieves do foot by sead ;--perceive how I mighi be knighted.-I shall
night : think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an | Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds do eye to make difference of men's liking: And yet he
sing.-would not swear; praised women's modesty: And Away, sir corporal Nym. — gave such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all Believe it, Page ; be speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. uncomeliness, that I would have sworn bis disposi- Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. tion would have gone to the truth of his words: but Nym. And this is true ; [to Page.] I like not the they do no more adhere and keep place together humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some tban the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green humours: 1 should have borne the humoured letter sleeves. What tempest, 1 trow, threw this whale to lier ; but I bave a sword, and it shall bite upon with so many tuns of oil in bis belly, ashore at my necessity. He loves your wife ; there's the Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? I short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; 1 thiok the best way were to entertain him with hope, speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true ;-my name is Nym, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in bis and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love nt own grease.- Did you ever bear tbe like?
the humour of bread and cheese ; and there's the Mrs. Page. Letter for letter ; but that the name humour of it. Adieu.
[Erit Nys. of Page and Ford differs ?–To thy great comfort in Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! bere's a fellow this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin brother frights humour out of bis wits. of thy letter : but let thine inherit first; for, 11 Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.
you not ?
Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting | Ford. Good mine host o'the Garter, a mord with -ogue.
you. Ford. If I do find it, well.
Host. Wbat say'st thou, bully-rook? Page. I will not believe such a Calaian, though
[They go aside. the priest o' the town commended bim for a true Shal. Will you (to Page] go with us to bbold
it ? My merry bost hath had the measuring of their Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow : Well. weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them Page. How now, Meg?
contrary places : for, believe me, I hear the parson Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ?--Hark is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport you.
shall be. Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank ? why art Host. Hąst thou no suit against my knight, my thou melancholy ?
guest-cavalier ? Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.- Ford. None, I protest : but I'll give you a pottle Get you home, go.
of burnt sack to give me recourse to bim, and tell Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in him, my name is Brookonly for a jest. thy head now.–Will you go, mistress Page ? Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress
Mrs. Page. Have with you. —You'll come to and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall be dinner, George ! Look, who comes yonder: she Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. bearts?
[Aside to Mrs. FORD. Shal. Have with you, mine host.
Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.
skill in bis rapier. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll these times you stand on distance, your passes,
Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more : le fit it. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter master Page; 'tis here, 'tis bere. I have sen tho
stoccadoes, and I know not what : 'tis the beart, Anne? Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does four tall fellows skip like rats.
time, with my long sword, I would have made you good mistress Anne ? Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an
Host. Here, boys, here, bere ! shall we wag? hour's talk with you.
Page. Have with you :-) had rather hear them [Eseunt Mrs. Pa',e, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. scold than fight. [ Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page.
Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands QUICKY.
so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off Page. How now, mas er Ford ? Ford. You heard wl.at this knave told me; did my opinion so easily. She was in his company at
Page's house; and, what they made there, I know Page. Yes; And you heard what the other told not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have
a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her bonest, I
lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour Ford. Do you rink there is truth in them?
[Exit. Page. Hang em, slaves; I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him in
SCENE II.-A Room in the Garter Inn. bis intent towards our wives, are a yoke of bis discarded men: very rogues, now they be out of ser
Enter FALSTAFF and Pistol. vice.
Fal. I will not lend thee a penny. Ford. Were they his men?
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster, Page. Marry, they were.
Which I with sword will open.Ford. I like it never the better for that.–Does I will retort the sum in equipage. be lie at the Garter ?
Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, vou Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him, and what he gets of her more than sharp and your coach-fellow, Nym; or else you had
upon my good friends for three reprieves for you words, let it lie on my head.
looked through the grate like a geminy of babous. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would I am damned in bell, for swearing to geutlemen be loth to turn them together: A man may be too
my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall felconfident: I would have nothing lie on my head : lows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle I cannot be thus satisfied. Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Gar- of her fan, I took’t upon minehonour, thou hadst
it not. ter comes : there is either liquor in his pate, or
Pist. Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not fif. money in bis purse, when he looks so merrily.- teen pence? How now, mine host'
Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : Think'st thou
I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, bang no Enter Host and SHALLOW.
more about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.-A Host. How now, bully-rook! thou’rt a gentle short knise and a throng ;-to your manor of Pickman : cavalero justice, I say.
thatch, go,– You'll not bear a letter for me, you Shal. I follow, mine bost, I follow.—Good even, zogue!-You stand upon your honour ! - Why, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can you go with us? we have sport in hand.
do, to keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice ; tell bim, bully. I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on rook.
the left band, and hiding mine honour in my neces. Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and sir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the Frencb yet you, rogue, will ensconce your rags, your cal. doctor.
a-mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and
your buld-beating oaths, under the shelter of your mossenger to your worship: Mistress Pago hath honour' You will not do it, you ?
her hearty commendatiops to you too :-and le me Pist. I do relent: What would’at thou more of tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil moman ?
dest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss
you morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Enter Robin.
Windsor, whoe'er be the other; and she bade me Beb. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. tell your worship, i bat her busband is seldom from Fal. Let her approach.
home; but, she hopes there will come a time. Enter Mistress QUICKLY.
I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; sure
ly, I think you have charms, la ; yes, in truth. Quick. Give your worship good-morrow. Fal. Not'I, I assure thee; setting the attraction Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.
of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! Ful. Good maid, then.
Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this : bas Ford's Quick. I'll be sworn ; as my mother was, the wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how first hour I was born.
they love me? Fal. I do believe the swearer : What with me? Quick. That were a jest, indeed !--they have not
Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or so little grace, I hope :- that were a trick, indeed! two ?
But mistress Page would desire you to send her Fal. Two thousand, fair woman : and I'll vouch- your little page, of all loves ; ber husband has a safe ibee the bearing.
marvellous infection to the little page : and, truly, Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir ;-I pray, master Page is an honest man. Never a wie in come a little nearer this ways :-I myself dwell Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what with master doctor Caius.
she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to Fal. Well, on : Mistress Ford, you say,- bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she
Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray will; and, truly, she deserves it : for if there be your worship, come a little nearer this ways. a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must
Fal. I warrant thee, nobody bears ;- mine own send her your page ; po remedy. people, mine own people.
Fal. Why, I will. Quick. Are ihey so ? Heaven bless them, and Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he make them bis servants !
may come and go between you both; and, in any Fal. Well: Mistress Ford ;—what of her ? case,
have a nay-word, that you may know one anQuick. Why, sır, she's a good creature. Lord, other's mind, and the boy never need to underlord ! your worship's a wanton : Well, heaven for- stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children give you, and all of us, I pray!
should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, Ful. Mistress Ford ;-come, mistress Ford,- have discretion as they say, and know the world.
Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of Fal. Fare thee well : commend me to them both : it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as there's my purse ; 1 am yet thy debtor - Boy, go 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, along with this woman -- - This news distracts when the court lay at Windsor, could never have me.
[Ereunt QUICKLY and Robin. brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :knigh's, and lords, and gentlemen, with their Clap or more sails ; pursue, up with your fights; coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter Give îie; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them after letter, gift after gift ; smelling so sweetly,
[Exit Pistol. (all msk) and so rusbling, I warrant you, in silk Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack ? go thy ways : I'll and gold ; and in such alligant terms; and in such make more of thy old body tban I have done. Will wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that they yet look after thee?' Wilt thou, after the exwould have won any woman's heart ; and I war- pense of so much money, be now a gainer? Good rant you, they could never get an eye-wink of body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly her.--1 bad myself twenty angels given me this done; so it be fairly done, no matter. morniny; but I defy all angels, (in any such sort,
Enter BARDOLPH. as they say,) but in the way of bonesty :-and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; and would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pen- you; and bath sent your worship a morning's sioners ; but, I warrant you, all is one with her. draught of sack.
Fal. But what says she to me ? be brief, my good Fal. Brook, is bis name? she Mercury
Bard. Ay, sir. Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for Ful. Call him in ; [Exit BardolPH.] Such the which she thaoks you a thousand times : 'and Brooks are welcome to me, tbat o'erflow suc'ı she gives you to notify, that her husband will be liquor. Ab! ha! mistress Ford and mistress absence from his bouse between ten and eleven. Page, have I encompassed you ? go to; via!
Fal. Teo and eleven?
Re-enter BARDOLPH, with Ford disguised. and see the picture, she says, that you wot of;
Ford. Bless you, sir. master Ford, her husband, will be from home; Fal. And you, sir: would you speak with me? Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with bim, Ford. I make bold, to press with so little prehe's a very, jealousy man: she leads a very fram- paration upon you. pold life with him, good heart.
Fal. You're welcome ; what's your will ? Give Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commeud me to us leave, drawer.
[Exit BARDOLPH. ber; I will not fail her.
Ford. Sir, I am a gentie man that have spent Qu'ck. Why you say will : But I have another nuch; my name is Brook.