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SCENE 1.-Before PAGE's House. Enter Mistress PAGE, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I'scaped love-letters in the holy day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see: [Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love use reason for his precisian, he admits him not for his counsellor: You are not young, no more am I go to then, there's sympathy: you are merry, so am I; Ha! ha then there's more sympathy: you love sack, and so do I; Would you desire better sympa thy? Let it suffice thee, mistress Page, (at the least if the love of a soldier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me. By


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comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's
the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine in-
berit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I
warrant, he bath a thousand of these letters,
writ with blank space for different names, (sure
more,) and these are of the second edition: He
will print them out of doubt: for he cares not
what he puts into the press, when he would put
us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under
lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.
mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty

Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: What doth be think

of us?

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

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

Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on bim: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with a fine baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the


What a Herod of Jewry is this? O wicked, wicked, world!-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gal-villay against him, that may not sully the Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any lant! What an unweighed behaviour bath this Fle- chariness of our honesty. Oh! that my hus mish drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in this band saw this letter! it would give eternal food manner assay me? Why, be hath not been thrice to his jealousy. in my company !-What should I say to bim ?I was then frugal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mistress FORD.

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

Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill.

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

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could show you to the contrary: O mistress Page, give me some counsel !

Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Mrs. Page. Hang the tride, woman; take the honour: What is it 7-dispense with trifleɛ ;what is it?


Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman.
Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this
greasy knight: Come bither.
[They retire.

Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so.
Pist. Hope is a curtail dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.

Ford. Why, Sir, my wife is not young.
Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich

and poor,

Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves thy gally-mawfry;; Ford, perpend. §
Ford. Love my wife?

Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go


Like Sir Acteon he, with Ringwood at thy heels :
Oh! odious is the name!

Ford. What name, Sir?

Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell. Take beed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do sing.Away, Sir corporal Nym.—— Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. 80

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What?-thou liest!-Sir Alice Ford --These knights will back; and thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light-bere, read, read ;-perceive how I might be knighted.-1 shail think the worse of fat men, as long as bave an eye to make difference of men's liking: And yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty and gave such orderly and well behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adbere and keep place together, than the hun dredth Psalm to the tune of Green sleeves. What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor ? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

Mrs. Pace. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford diflers!-To thy great

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Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. Nym. And this is true. [To PAGE.) I like not the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours; I should have borne the hu monred letter to her but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avonch. 'Tis true-my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's the humour of it. Adien. [Pall NYM.

Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow frights humour out of its wits. Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Page. I never heard such a drawling affecting

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Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a though the priest o' the town commended him for

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Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank ? why art thou melancholy ?

Ford. I melancholy ! I am not melancholy.Get you home, go.

Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -Will you go, mistress Page? Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to dinner, George !-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. [Aside to Mrs. FORD.

Enter Mistress QUICKLY. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her she'll At it.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne ?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does good mistress Anne ?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you.

[Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Mrs.

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Ford. Do you think there is truth in them ? Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him In his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be

out of service.

Ford. Were they his men?
Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter.

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him: and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together: A man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine host ?

Enter HOST and SHALLOW. Host. How now, bully-rook ? thou'rt a gentlemen; cavalero-justice, I say.

Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in band.

Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him bully-rook.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French doctor.

Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook?

[They go aside. Shal. Will you [to PAGE] go with us to behold it my merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places: for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight,

my guest-cavalier?

Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him,

• The Chinese, or sharpers, were call trians.


Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, Sir, I could have told you more : In these times you stand on distance, your passess, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'us the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long swerd, I would have made you four tall fellows skip line rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wig! Page. Have with you:-1 bad rather bear them scold than fight.

[Ereunt HOST, SHALLOW, and Pice. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and what they made there I know not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well



SCENE II-A Room in the Garter Inn.

Fal. will not lend thee a peuny.
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
I will retort the sum in equipage.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow ( Nym; or else you had looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't spon mine bosser, thou hadst it not.

Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence:

Fal. Reason, you rogne, reason: Think'st thou I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.-A short knife and a throng; -w your manor of Pick't-hatch, go.-You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue !-you stand upon your honour -Wby, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of mine, honour precise. 1, 1, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of beaven on the left hand, and hiding mine bonour in my secessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce ** your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, year redlattice phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour! You will not do it, you?

Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou mere of man?

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Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.
Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Ful. Good maid, then.

Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour I was born.

Pal. I do believe the swearer: What with me?

Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe thee the hearing.

Quick. There is one mistress Ford, Sir:-1 pray, come a little nearer this ways:-I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say, Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways. Fal. I warrant thee nobody bears-inine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so Heaven bless them, and make them his servants!

Fal. Well: mistress Ford :-what of her? Quick. Why, Sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray !

Fal. Mistress Ford;-come, mistress Ford, Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentle. men, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; sruelling so sweetly, (all musk,) and so rust fing, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, that would have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her.-I had myself twenty angels given me this morning but I defy all augels, (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way of honesty :-and, I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all; and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.

Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good she Mercury.

Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; for the which she thanks you a thousand times: and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.

Fal. Ten and eleven ?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you wott of;-master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frampold life with him, good


Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman, commend me to her: I will not fail her.

Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another messenger to your worship: Mistress Page bath her hearty commendations to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms

Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!

Fat. But, I pray thee, tell me this: has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they love me ?

• A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandaries.
† Know.
¡ Fretful, peevish,

Quick. That were a jest, indeed !—they have not so little grace, I hope that were a trick, indeed! But mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page of all loves;⚫ her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is an honest man. never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it: for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.

Fal. Why, I will.

Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case, have a nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and the boy never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness: old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Ful. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor.Boy, go along with this woman.-This news distracts me ! [Exeunt QUICKLY and ROBIN.

Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :— Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm [Erit PISTOL.

them all!

Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. 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.


Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

Fal. Brook is his name?
Bard. Ay, Sir.

Fal. Call him in; [Exit BARDOLPH.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ha mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompassed you? go to; via! ¡

Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised. 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. [Exit BARDOLPH. Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; my name is Brook.

Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more ac quaintance of you.

Ford. Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, think myself in better plight for a lender than you are the which hath something embolden'd 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 carriage.

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

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l'age. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.

Kea. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.

Page, Why?

Eva. 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 withal.

Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.

Slen. O sweet Aune Page! Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius.


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: Verefore vill you not meet-a me ! Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time.

Cains. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.

Eva. 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 missing your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable !-Jack Rugby,-mine Host de Jarterre, have not stay for him, to kill him have I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eua. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be 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? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs. -Give me thy 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, gentlemen, follow.

Slen. O sweet Anne Page !

[Exeunt SHAL. SLEN. PAGE, and HOST. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make a de sot of us? ha, ha i

Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlonting-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, vit all my heart; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, be deceive une too.

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Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles :-Pray you, follow. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The Street in Windsor.

Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now I see, you'll be a courtier.

Enter FORD.

Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you?

Mrs. Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife: ts she at home?

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 hasbands.

Ford. Where had you this pretty weathercock ?

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 Faistaff.

Ford. Sir John Falstaff!

Mrs. Page. He, be; I can never hit on's name. There is such a league between my good man and he !-Is your wife at home, nadeed?

Ford. Indeed, she is.

Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir;-! are ack, till I see her.


[Exeunt Mrs. PACE, and Rosis. Ford. Has Page any brains? bath be any eyes? hath be any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy w carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a 33non will shoot point-blank twelve score. pieces-out his wife's inclination; be gives ber folly motion, and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy wird ber. A mau may hear this shower sing in the wind!and Falstaff's boy with her -Good plots!they are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well; I will take him, then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed vÊ of modesty from the so seeming⚫ mistress Pare, divulge Page himself for a secure and whini Actæon; and to these violent proceedings al my neighbours shall cry aim.+ [Clock strikes.) The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find Faista: I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked ; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there: I will go.


HUGH EVANS, CAIUS, and Ruest. Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford.

Sten. And so must 1, Sir; we have appointed to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.

Shal. We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.

Sten. I hope I have your good-will, father Page.

Page. You have, master Slender; 1 stand wholly for you :-but my wife, master dofter, is for you altogether.

Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love a me; my nursh-a Quickly tell me so much.

Host. What say you to young master Fenton? he capers, be dances, he has eyes of youth, be writes verses, he speaks holyday, be sure is April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

Enter Mistress PAGE and ROBIN. Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gal-The gentleman is of no having: he kept comfant; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader: Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?

Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf.

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take her simply; the wealth I have waits on my
consent, and my consent goes not that way.

Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you
go home with me to dinner: besides your cheer,
you shall have sport; I will show you a mon-
ster.-Master doctor, you shall go;-so shall
you, master Page ;-and you, Sir Hugh.

Shal. Well, fare you well-we shall have the freer wooing at master Page's.

wish I would thy husband were dead: I'll speak it before the best lord, I would make thee my lady.

Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir John! alas, I should be a pitiful lady.

Fal. Let the court of France show me such another; I see how thine eye would emulate the diamond: Thou hast the right arched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire[Exeunt SHALLOW and SLENDER.valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance. Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, Sir John: 'my (Exit RUGBY. brows become nothing else; nor that well nefHost. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest ther. knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. [Exit HOST. Ford. [Aside.] I think, I shall drink in pipewine first with him; I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles?

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 semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou wert, if fortune thy foe were not; nature is thy friend: Come, thou canst not [Exeunt.hide it.

All. Have with you, to see this monster.

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Mrs. Ford. I warrant :-What, Robin, I say.

Enter Servants with a basket.

Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.
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 brew-
house; 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 Thaines'


Mrs. Page. You will do it?

Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over;
they lack no direction: Be gone, and come when
you are called,
Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.

Enter ROBIN.

Mrs. 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 company.

Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-leut, † have you been true to us?

Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not of your being here; and bath threatened to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, he swears, he'll turn nie away.

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

in me.

Fal. What made me love thee? let that per. 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 smell like Bucklers-bury in simple. time; I cannot but I love thee; none but thee; and thou deservest it.

Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, Sir; I fear you love mistress Page.

Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk by the Counter +-gate; which is as hateful to ine as the reek of a lime-kiln.

Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you shall one day find it.

Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. Mrs. 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, aud blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.

Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras. §

Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.— [FALSTAFF hides himself. Enter Mistress PAGE and ROBIN.

What's the matter? how now?

Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you done? You're shamed, you are overthrown, you are undone for ever.

Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford ! having an honest man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion!

Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ? Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out upon you! how am I mistook in you?

Mrs. Ford. Why, alas! what's the matter? Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, woman, 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.

Mrs. Page. Thou'rt a good boy; this secrecy
of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make
thee a new doublet and hose.-I'll go hide me.
Mrs. Ford. Do so:-Go tell thy master, I am
alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue.
[Exit ROBIN.
Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it,
hiss me.
[Exit Mrs. PAGE.
Mrs. Ford. Go to then; we'll use this un-so, I hope.
wholesome humidity, this gross wat'ry pum-
pion-we'll teach him to know turtles from

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Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one. I come before to tell you: If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him out. Be not amazed ; call all your senses to you; defend your repu tation, or bid farewell to your good life for

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