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Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen, see the iffue of his search,
S CE N E XI.
Manent Mistress Page and Mistress Ford. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?
Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceiv’d, or Sir John.
Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basker!
• Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal; I would, all of the same strain were in the same distress.
Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being here. I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that, and we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff; his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, miftress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water, and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment ?
Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to-morrow by eight o'clock, to have amends.
Re-enter Ford, Page, and the rest at a distance. Ford. I cannot find him ; may be, the knave brag'd of what he could not compass.
Mrs. Page. Heard you that?
-You use me well, master Ford, do you? Ford. Ay, ay, I do fo,
Mrs. Ford. Heav'n make you better than your thoughts !
Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, Mr. Ford.
Ford. Ay, ay ; I must bear it.
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heav'n forgive my fins at the day of judgment !
Caius. By gar, nor I too; there is no bodies.
Page. Fie, fie, Mr. Ford, are you not alham'd? what Ipirit, what devil, suggests this imagination? I would not ha' your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, Mr. Page : I suffer for it.
Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience; your wife is as honest a o'mans, as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too.
Caius. By gar, I see, 'tis an honest woman.
Ford. Well -- I promis'd you a dinner-Come,come, walk in the park. I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I have done this. Come, wife; come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me ; pray heartily, pardon me.
Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush. Shall it be lo?
Ford. Any thing.
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd.
Eva. In your teeth—for shame.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-tnorrow on
Eva. A lousy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
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Changes to Page's House.
Therefore no more turn me to him,sweet Nan.
Fent. Why, thou must be thy felf.
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heav'n so speed me in my time to come!
Anne, Gentle Mr. Fenton,
At the lat. ' If opportunity and humblej ter end of Elizabeth, feven hun suitj Dr, Thirlby imagines,
Cannot attain it, why then--hark you hither:
[Fenton and Mistress Anne go apart.
Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himseif.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : 'd'slid, 'tis but venturing
Sbal. Be not dismay’d.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
Quic. Hark yé, Mr. Slender would speak a word
Anne. I come to him.—This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill favour'd faults Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Quic. And how does good master Fenion? pray you, a word with you. Shal. She's coming; to her, coz.
O boy, thou hadít a father !
Slen. I had a father, Mrs. Anne ; my uncle can tell you good jests of him.- Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Anne the jest, how my father itole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Gloucestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a Squire.
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure. that our Author with more Pro. “ the frequentOpportunities you priety wrote:
“ find of solliciting my Father, If Importunity and humbles Suit. “and your Obsequiousness to I have not ventur'd to difturb the. “ him, cannot get him over to Text, because it may mean, “ If " your Party, Sc." THEOBALD. LI 2
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you
for that. Good comfort ; she calls you, çoz. I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen. My Will? od's heart-lings, that's a pretty jest, indeed; I ne'er made my Will yet, I thank heav'n; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.
Anne. I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for my own part, I would little or nothing with you ; your father and my uncle have made motions; if it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole! they can tell how things go, better than I can; you may ask your father, here he comes.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page. Pege. Now, master Slender : love him, daughter
Anne. Why how now? what does master Fenton here ? You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt
houle: I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos’d of.
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Page. No, good master Fenton. Come, master Shallow; come, fon Slender, in. Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quic. Speak to mistress Page. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your
daughter In such a righteous fashion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes and manners, I must advance the colours of