Imatges de pÓgina

şlen. I know the young gentlewontan ; she has good gifts.

Shal. Seven hundred pounds, and poffibilities, is good gifts.

Slen. Well ; let us see, honeft Mr. Page: is Felstaff there?

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie ? I do despise a liar, as I do despise one that is false ; or as I despife one that is not true. The Knight, Sir Jahn, is there ; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-wishers. I will peat the door (Knocks. ] for master Page. What, họa ? Got bless your house here.


Enter Mr. Page.
Page, Who's there?

Eva. Here is Got's plefling, and your friend, and Justice Shallow; and here's young master Slender; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings.

Page. I am glad to see your worships well. I thank you for my venison, master Sballow,

Sbal. Master Page, I am glad to fee you ; much good do it your good heart: I wish'd your venison better ; it was ill kill'd. How doth good mistrefs Page? and I thank you always with my heart, la ; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank you.
Sbal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.
Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender.

Şlen. How does your fallow greyhound, Sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotfale,

Page. It could not be judg'd, Sir,
Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess.

Shal. That he will not 'tis your fault, 'tis your fault-'tis a good dog. Page A cur, Sir.


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Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog ; can there be more said ? he is good and fair. Is Sir John Falstaff here?

Page. Sir, he is within ; and I would; I could do a good office between you.

Eva. It is spoke as a christian ought to speak.
Sbal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some fort confess it.

Sbal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd ; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me--indeed, he hathat a word, he hath-believe me-Robert Shallow, Efq; faith he is wrong'd.

Page. Here comes Sir John.


Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym and Pistol.

Fal. Now, master Shallow, you'll complain of nie to the Council ? :

Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, kill'd my deer, and broke open my lodge *. ! Fal. But not kils'd your keeper's daughter.

Sbal. Tut, a pin ; this shall be answer'd.

Fal. I will answer it strait : I have done all this. That is now answer'd.

Shal. The Council Thall know this.

Fal. 'Twere better for you, if 'twere not known in Council : you'll be laugh'd at.

Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John; good worts.

Fal. Good worts ? good cabbage. Slender, I broke your head ; what matter have you against me?

Slen. Marry, Sir, I have matter in my head against you, and against your cony-catching-rascals Bardolph, Nym and Pistol.


* This probably alludes to of Elizabeth, a common name for Some real incident, at that time a cheat or Sharper, Green, one well known.

of the first among us wbo made "A Coneycatcher wasin the time a trade of writing pamphlets,


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Bar. You Banbury cheese!
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.
Pift. How now, Mephostopkilus?
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Nym. Şlice, I' say ; payca, pauca : Nice, that's my

Slen. Where's Simple, my man? can you tell, cousin?

Eva. Peace : I pray you: now let us understand; there is three umpires in this matter, as I understand; that is, master Page; fidelicet, master Pages and there is myself; fidelicet, myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine Hoft of the Garter.

Page. We three to hear it, and end it between them,

Eva. Ferry goot; I will make a prief of it in my
note-book, and we will afterwards ork upon the cause
with as great discreetly as we can,

Fal. Pistol.
Pift. He hears with ears.

Eva. The tevil and his tarn! what phrase is this;
he hears with ears? why this is affectations.

Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse ?

Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he; (or I would I
might never come in mine own great chamber again
elfe,) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two 1 Ed.
ward shovel-boards, that cost me two fhilling and two
pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.

Fal. Is this true, Pistol ?
Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
Pift. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner !Sir Jobn,

and master mine,
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published a dete&tion of the frauds veled on a board, with king
and tricks of Çoneycatchers and Edward's face stamped upon

Edward Shovelboards.] By : 8] combat challenge of this La-
this term, I believe, are meant tin bilboe :) Our modern
brass cafters, such as are ho- Editors have diftinguish'd this


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Word of denial in thy Labra's here';
Word of denial. Froth and scum, thou ly'ft.

Slen. By these gloves, then 'twas he.

Nym. Be advis'd, Sir, and pass good humours: I will say marry trap * with you, if you run the ' bass humour on me ; that is the very note of it.

Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face had it; for tho' I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not alcogether an ass.

Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John ?

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Word, Latin, in Italic Charac- temoigne; c'est ce que nous appelters, as if it was address'd to Sir lons aujourd'huy du leton: * It Hugh, and meant to call him pe- " is a sort of Mountain-Copper, dantic Blade, on account of his “ as its very Name imports, and being a Schoolmaster, and teach “ which we at this time of Day ing Latin. But I'll be bold to

“ call Latten.THEOBALD. say, in This they do not take the Marry trap.] When a man Poet's Conceit. Piftolbarely calls was caughtin his own ftratagem, Sir Hugh Mountain-foreigner, I suppose the exclamation of inbecause he had interpos’d in the sult was marry trap! Dispute: but then immediately I Word of denial in i by Labra's demands the Combat of Şlender, bere ;] I suppose it should for having charg'd him withpick rather be read, ing his Pocket. The old Quar Word of denial in my Labra's *to's write it Latten, as it should hear. be, in the common Characters: That is, hear the word of deAnd as a Proof that the Author nial in my lips, Thau lief. design'd This should be address'd -base humour] Read, pass to Slender, Sir Hugh does not the Nurhooks humour. Nuthook was there interpose one Word in the a term of reproach in the vulgar Quarrel. But what then signifies way, and in cant strain. In the

latten Bilbo? Why, Piftol second part of Hen. IV. Doll seeing Slender such a slim, puny, Tearsheet says to the beadle, NutWight, would intimate, that he book, Nubook, you lie. Probably is as thin as a Plate of that com- it was a name given to a bailiff pound Metal, which is call'd lat- or catchpole, very odious to the ien: and which was, as we are common people. HANMER. told, the Old Orichalc. Mon.

Scarlet and John?] sieur Dacier, upon this.Verse in The names of two of Robin Horace's Epistle de Arte Poetica, Hood's companions; but the huTibia non ut nunc Orichalco mour confiits in the allufion to vincta, &c.

Bardolpb's red face; concerning says, C'est une espece de Cuivre de which see the second part of montagne, comme fon nom memele Henry the fourth. WARBURTON.


Bard. Why, Sir; for my part, I fay, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences.

Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the Ignorance is!

Bard. And being fap, Sir, was, as they fay, caThier'd; and fo conclusions paft the car-eires *.

Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter; I'll never be drunk whilft I live again, but in honeft, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken kņaves.

Eva. So Got udg me, that is a virtuous mind.
Fal. You hear all these matters deny'd, gentlemen ;

you hear it.

Enter Mistress Anne Page, with wine. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in ; we'll drink within.

[Exit Anne Page. Slen. O heav'n! this is mistress Anne Page.

Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Page. How now, mistress Ford ?

Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met; by your leave, good mistress. (Kiling ber.

Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome : come, we have a hot venison palty to dinner ; come, gentlemen; I hope, we shall drink down all unkindness.

[Exe. Fal. Page, &c.

SCENE IV. , Manent Shallow, Evans, and Slender. Slen. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here.

Enter Simple. How now, Simple, where have you been? must I wait * Careires.] I believe this fion means,

that the common Arange word is nothing but the bounds of good bobaviour were Frenco cariere, and the expref. 'overpafed.


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