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Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make a de-fot of us, ha, ha?
Eva. This is well, he has made us his vloutingftog. I desire you, that we may be friends; and lec us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this fame : fcald scurvy cogging companion, the Host of the Garter.
Caius. By gar, with all my heart; he promise to bring me where is Anne Page ; by gar, he deceive me too.
Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.
The Street, in Windfor.
Mrs. Page. N
Enter Mrs. Page, and Robin.
AY, keep your way, little gallant;
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 man, than follow him like a dwarf.
Mrs. Page. O, you are a flattering boy; now, I fee, you'll be a Courtier.
Ford. Well inet, mistress Page ; whither
whither go you? Mrs. Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife ; is the at home?
Ford. Ayį and as idle as she may hang together,
3 Scall fcurvy.) Scall was Scrivener, an old word of reproach, as Scab Under by longe lockes mare? was afterwards.
thou have ihe Scalle. Chaucer imprecates on his
for want of company; I think, if your
husbands were dead, you two would inarry.
Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, two other husbands.
this pretty weather-cock? Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: what do
you Knight's name, firrah?
Rob. Sir John Falstaff.
Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name ; there is fuch a league between my good man and he. Is your wife at home, indeed ?
Ford. Indeed, she is.
Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir. -I am sick, 'till I fee her.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page ord Robin.
Ford. Has Pege any brains ? 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 milé, as easy as a cannon will ihoot point blank twelve-fcore, He piecesout his wife's inclination; he gives her folly inotion and advantage ; and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the wind—and Faljlafi'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 borrow'd veil of modesty from the so seeming Mrs. Paige, divulge Page himself for a fecure and wilful Metron, and tò these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my
assurance bids me search ; there I shall find Falstaff. I shall be rather praised for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that. Falstaff is there : I
SCE N E VI.
To him, Erter Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoft, Evans,
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, Mr. Ford.
Ford. Trust me, a good knot: I have good cheer at home, and, I pray you, all go with me.
Shal. I muft excuse myself, Mr. Ford..
Slen. And so must 1, Sir; we have appointed to dine with Mrs. Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.
Shal. + We have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page.
Page. You have, Mr. Slender ; I stand wholly for you ; but my wife, master Doctor, is for you altogether.
Caius. Ay, by gar, and de maid is love-a-me; my nursh-a-Quick'y tell me so mulh.
Hoft. What say you to young Mr. Fenton ? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holy-day, he smells April and May ; he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in his buttons ; he will carry't.
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The Gentleman is of no having', he kept company with the
* We have linger'd-] They were turgid and bombast, on have not lingered very long. holy-days. So in Much Ado about The match was proposed by Sir Nothing, - I cannot woo in feHugh but the day before,
And again in the be writes verses, he Merchant of Venice, thou speaks holy.day,]i.e. in a high. Spend's such high-day witin praisflown, fustian ftile. It called
WARBURTON. a holy-day stile, from the old cu
of no Having,] Have ftom of acting their Farces of ing is the same as estate or fore the mysteries and moralities, which tune.
wild Prince and Poins. He is of too high a region, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance. If he take her, let him 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 thew you å monster. Mr. Doelor, you shall go; so shall you, Mr. Page ; and you,
Sir Hugh. Shal. Well, fare you well, we shall have the freer wooing at Mr. Page's.
Caius. Go home, john Rugby, I come anon.
Hot. Farewel, my hearts ; I will to my honest Knight Falstaff, and drink Canary with him.
Ford. [Aside.] I think, I shall drink in Pipe-wine first with him : I'll make him dance. Will you go, gentles ?
All. Have with you, to see this monster. [Exeunt.
Changes to Ford's House. Enter Mrs. Ford, Mrs. Page, and Servants with a
basket. Mrs. Ford. HAT; John! what, Robert !
Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly : is the buck-basket
Mrs. Ford. I warrant.---What, Robin, I say.
Mrs Page. Give your men the charge, we must be brief.
Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John and Robe: t, be ready here hard by in the brew-house, and when I suddenly call on youi, come forth, and without
any pause or staggering take this basket on your shoulders; that done, trudge with it in all hafte, and carry it among the whitsters in Darchet-Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch close by the Thames side.
Mrs. Page. You will do it?
Mrs. Ford. I ha' told them over and over; they lack no direction. Be gone, and come when you are call'd.
[Exeunt Servants. 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 backdoor, mistress Ford, and requests your company.
Mrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent, have you been true to us?
Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn : my master knows not of your being here, and hath threaten'd to put me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for he swears, he'll turn me away.
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
hide me. Mrs. Ford. Do fo; go tell thy master, I am alone; inistress Page, remember you your cue. [Exit Robin. Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss
[Exit Mrs. Page.
? How now, my Eyas-musket.] niais, un niais.--Musket figni. Eyas is a young unfledg'd hawk. fies a sparrow hawk, or the I suppose from the Italian Niafo, smallest species of hawks. This which originally signified any too is from the Italian Muschetto, young bird taken from the nest a small hawk, as appears from unfledg'd, afterwards, a young the original signification of the hawk. The French, from hence, word, namely, a troublesome flingtook their niais, and used it in ing fly. So that the humour of both those significations; towhich calling the little page an Eyasthey added a third, metaphori. musket is very intelligible. cally a filly fellow; un garçon fort