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tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine special suspicion of Falstaff's being bere; for I own shame, so much as his peril : I bad rather never saw bim so gross in his jealousy till now, than a thousand pound, he were out of the Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that : And house.

we will yet bave more tricks with Falstaff : Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had bis dissolute disease will scarce obey this merather, and you had rather ; your husband's dicine. there at hand, bethink you of some conveyance :

Mrs. Ford, Shall we send that foolish carin the house you cannot bide him.-Oh! how rion, mistress Quiekly, to him, and excuse his have you deceived me!-Look, here is a basket ; throwing into the water; and give him ano. if he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep ther hope to betray him to another punisbment ! in bere ; and throw foul Jinen upon bim, as if Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for it were going to bucking; Or, it is whiting. to-morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. time,' send bim by your two inen to Datchet mead.

Re-enter FORD, PAGE, Caics, and Sir Hucu

EVANS. Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What sball I do?

Ford. I cannot find bim : may be the knave

bragged of that he could not compass. Re-enter FALSTAFF.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that I Fal. Let me see't, let me see't ! O let me Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me see't! I'll in, I'll in ;-follow your friend's coun- well, master Ford, do you? sel ;-)l! in

Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff ! Are Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than these your letters, knight?

your thoughts? Fal. I love thee, and none but thee ; help me Ford. Amen. away : let me creep in here ; I'll never Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, (He goes into the basket; they cover him master Ford. with foul linen.

Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it, Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy : Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and Call your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling in the chambers, and in ihe coffers, and in the kpight!

presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of Mrs. Ford. What, Joan, Robert, John ![Exit judgment ! ROBIN; Re-enter SKRVANTS.) Go, take up these Caius. By gar, nor I too ; dere is no bodies. clothes here, quickly : Where's the cowl-staff ?+ Page. Fie, tie, master Ford I are you not look, how you drumble : I carry them to the ashamed ? What spirit, what devil suggests laundress in Datchet mead; quickly, come. this imagination ? I would not have your dis

temper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Enter FORD, PACE, CAIUS, and Sir Hugh


Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer Ford. Pray you, come near : if I suspect with for it. out cause, why then make sport at me, then let Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your me be your jest ; I deserve it.—How now? wife is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires whither bear you this?

among five thousand, and five hundred too. Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman. Mrs. Ford. Why, wbat have you to do whither Ford. Well ;-I promised you a dinner :they bear it? You were best meddle with buck - Come, come, walk in the park; I pray you, washing.

pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself or why I have done tbis, -Come, wife ;-come, the buck ! Buck, buck, buck ? Ay, buck ; ! war. mistress Page; I pray you pardon ine; pray rant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall heartily, pardon me. appear.[ Exeunt Servants with the basket.]Gen. Page. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, tlemen, I have dreamed to-night ; I'll tell you we'll mock him. i do invite you to morrow by dream. Here, here, here be my keys : morning to my house to breakfast ; after, we'H ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out : il a birding together; I have a fine bawk for the warrant, we'll unkennel the fox :-Let me stop busb : Shall it be so ? this way first :-So, now uncape. Ø

Ford. Any thing. Page. Good master Ford, be contented : you Eva. If there is one, I sball make two in the wrong yourseif too much.

company. Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen ; Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a you shall see sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. de turd.

(Eait. Eva. In your teeth : for shame. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours, and Ford. Pray you go, master Page. jealousies.

Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fasbion of France : on the lousy knave, mine host. it is not jealous in France.

Caius. Dat is good ; by gar, vit all my heart. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the Evd. A lousy koave ; to have his gibes, and issue of his search.

bis mockeries.

(Exeunt. (Ereunt Evans, PAGB, and CAIUS. Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency SCENE IV.-A Room in Page's House. in this ? Mrs. Ford. I know not wbich pleases me

Enter Fenton, and Mistress ANNE PAGE better, that my husband is deceived or Sir Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love ; John.

Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nao. Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when Anne. Alas I how then ? your husband asked who was in the basket ? Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.

Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need He doth object, I am too great of birth ; of washing; so throwing him into the water will And that, my state being gallid with my er. do him a benefit.

pense, Mrs. Page. Hang bim, dishonest ascal ; I seek to heal it only by his wealth : would all of the same strain were in the same Besides these, other bars he lays before me,-distress.

My riots past my wild societies; Mrs. Ford. I think my husband hath some and tells me 'tis a thing impossible

I should love thee, but as a property,

Anne. May be, he tells you true.
• Bleaching time.
+ A staff for carrying a large tub or basket.

Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to i Drone Uubag the fox.

i What.


in ;

Albeit, I will confess thy father's wealth

Come, master Shallow : come, son Slender, in :Was the first motive that I woo'd thice, Anne: Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value

Fenton. Tban stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bayi ; [Ereunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER And 'tis the very riches of thyself

Quick. Speak to inisiress Page. That now I aim at.

Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Anne. Gentle, master Fenton,

daughter Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, Sir : In such a righteous fashion as I do, If opportunity and humble suit

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and man. Cannot allain it, wlay then.--Hark you hither.

[They converse apart I must advance the colours of my love,

And not retire : Let me bave your good will. Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs. Anne. Good mother do not marry me to QUICKLY.

yond' sool. Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my Mrs. Page. I mean it not ; I seek you a better kinsman sball speak for himself.

husband. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : .slid, Quick. That's my master, master doctor. 'tis but venturing.

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the Shal. Be not dismay'd.

earth, Slen. No, she shall not dismay me : I care And bowl'd to death with turnips. not for that,-but that I am afeaid.

Mrs. Page, Come, trouble not yourself : Good Quick. Hark ye ; master Sleuder would speak

master Fenton, a word with you.

I will not be your friend, nor enemy: Anne. I come to him.-This is my father's My daughter will I question how she loves you, choice.

And as I find her, so am I affected ; O what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

'Till then, farewell, Sir:-She must needs go Looks bandsome iu three hundred pounds a year!

(A side. Her father will be angry. Quick. And how does good master Fenton ?

( Ereunt Mistress PAGE and ANNE. Pray you, a word with you.

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Shal. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, thou

Nan. hadst a fatber!

Quick. This is my doing, now ;-Nay, said Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my 1, will you cast away your child ou a fool, and a uncle can lell you good jests of him :- Pray physician? Look on master Feuton :- this is my you, vncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how doing. my father stole two geese out of a pen, good Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once uncle.

to-night Shab. Mistress Anne, my consin loves yo!. Give my sweet Nan this ring : There's for thy Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any


(Es it. woman in Gloucestershire.

Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune ! Shul. He will maintain you like a gentle- A kind heart he hath : a woman would run weman.

through fire and water for such a kind heart. Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne : under the degree of a 'squire.

or I would master Slender had her ; or, in Shal. He will make you a bundred and ofty sooth, I would master Fenton had ber: I will pounds jointure.

do what I can for them all three ; for so I have Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for promised, and I'll be as good as my word ; but himself.

speciously · for master Fenton. Well, I must of Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two for that good comfort. She calls you, coz : I'll mistresses ; What a beast am I to slack t it? leave you,

(Exit. Anne. Now, master Slender. Slen. Now, good mistress Aune.

SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Anne. What is your will ? Slen. My will 3 od's heartlings, that's a pretty

Enter FALSTAFF and BAR DOLPH, jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, 1 tbank Fal. Bardolph, 1 say, heaven ; I am not such a sickly creature, 1 give

Bard. Here, Sir. beaven praise.

Ful. Go fetch me a quart of sack ; put a toast Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would in't. (Exit BARD.) Have I lived to be carried you with me

in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal ; Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little and to be thrown into the Thames ? Well; if or nothing with you : Your father, and my uncle, i ! be served such another trick, I'll have my bave made motions : if it be my luck, so : if not, brains ta'en out and butter'd, and give them to happy man be bis dole! 1 They can tell you how a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted things go, better than I can : You may ask your me into the river with as little remorse as they father ; here he comes.

would have drowned a bitch's blind puppies,

fisteen i’ the litter ; and you may kuow by my Enter Page and Mistress PAGB. size, that I bave a kind of alacrity in sinking ; Page. Now, master Slender :-Love bim, if the bottom were as deep as hell, ! should daughter Anne.

down. I had been drowned, but that the shore Why, bow now! what does master Fenton was shelvy and shallow ; a death that I abbor ; for here ?

the water swells a man ; and what a thing should You wrong me, Sir, thus still to haunt my! have been, when I had been swelled! I should house :

have been a mountain of mummy. I told you, Sir, my daughter is dispos’d of. Font. Nay, master Page, be not impatient

Re-enter BARDOLPA, with the wine. Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not

Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, Sir, to speak to my child. Page. She is no match for you.

Fal. Come let me pour in some sack to the Fent. Sir, will you hear me ?

Thames water ; for my belly's as cold, as if I Page. No, good master Fenton.

bad swallowed snow.balls for pills to cool the

reins. Call her in. • A proverb---a shaft was a long ariow, and a bolt, a

Burd. Come in, woman. thick short one. Come, poor or rich.

• Specially:

+ Neglet

with you.

1 Lot.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.

searched it ; but Fate, ordaining he should be a Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy : Give cuckold, held bis band. Well ; on went he for your worship good-morrow,

a search, and away went I for foul clothes. Bus Fal. Take away these chalices :. Go brew me mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffered the a potile of sack finely.

pangs of three several deaths : first, an intolera. Bard. With eggs, Sir ?

ble fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten Fal. Simple of itself; l'll no pollet-sperm in bell-wether: next, to be compassed like a good my brewage.-[Exit Bard.)—How now

bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, bilt to Quick. Marry, Sir, I come to your worship point, beel to bead : and then, to be stopped in, from mistress Ford.

like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough : that fretted in their own grease : think of that, I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full-a man of my kidney,--think of that ; that am of ford.

as subject to beat as butter ; a man of continual Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was dissolution and thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape not her fault : she does so take on with her suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when men : they mistook their erection.

I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and woman's promise.

cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse. Quick. Well, she laments, Sir, for it, that it shoe ; think of that ;-bissing hot,-think of that, would yearn your heart to see it. Her busband master Brook. goes this morning a birding; she desires you Ford. In good sadness, + Sir, I am sorry once more to come to her between eight and that for my sake you have suffered all this. My vine : I must carry ber word quickly : she'll suit then is desperate ; you'll undertake her no make you amends, I warrant you.

more. Fal. Well, I will visit her : Tell her so; and Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into bid her think, what a man is : let her consider Ætna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will his frailty, and then judge of my merit.

leave her thus. Her husband is this morning Quick. I will tell her.

gone a birding : I bave received from her another Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st embassy of meeting ; 'twixt eight and nine is thou ?

the hour, master Brook. Quick. Eight and nine, Sir.

Ford. 'Tis past eight already, Sir. Fal. Well, be gone : 1 will not miss ber. Fal. Is it I will then address t me to my Quick. Peace be with you, Sir! (Erit. appointment. Come to me at your convenient

fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and be sent me word to stay within ; I like his the conclusion shall be crowned with your en money well. O here he comes.

joying her ; Adieu. You shall bave ber, master

Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford. Enter FORD.

[Erit. Ford. Bless you, Sir !

Ford. Ham! ba! is this a vision is this a Fal. Now, master Brook? you come to know dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? master Ford ; there's a hole made in your best

Ford. That, indeed, Sir John, is my business. coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be married I this

Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you ; 1'tis to have linen, and buck-baskets !--Well, I was at her house the hour she appointed ine. will proclaiin myself what I am : I will now Ford. And how speed you, Sir ?

take the lecher ; he is at my house : be cannot Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. 'scape me ; 'tis impossible he should ; be can.

Ford. How 80, Sir ? Did she cbange ber de not creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a termination ?

pepper-box : but, lest the devil that guides him Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking should aid him, I will search impossible places. cornato, ber husband, master Brook, dwelling in Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the wbat I would not, sball not make me tame : rustant of our encounter, after we bad embraced, if I have borns to make one mad, let the prokissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the pro- verb go with me, I'll be born mad. (Exit. logue of our consedy; and at his heels a rabble of bis companions, thither provoked and inrtigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search

his house for his wife's love.
Ford. Wbat, while you were there?

SCENE I.-The Street.
Fal. While I was there.
Ford. And did he search for you, and could

Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. QUICKLY, and pot find you?

WILLIAM. Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have it, comes in one mistress Page; gives think'st thou.

Mrs. Page. Is be at master Ford's already intelligence of Ford's approach ; and, by her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they sently : but truly, he is very courageous é mad,

Quick. Sure, he is by this ; or will be preconveyed me into a buck-basket.

about his throwing into the water. Mistress Ford Ford. A buck-basket !

desires you to come suddenly. Fal. By tbe Lord, a buck-basket : rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stock-but bring my young man bere to school : Look,

Mrs. Page. I'll be with ber by and by; I'll ings, and greasy napkins ; that, master Brook, where his master coines ; 'tis a playing-day, I there was the rankest compound of villanous

smell, ibat ever offended nostril.
Ford. And how long lay you there?

Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
Fal. Nay, you shall bear master Brook, what How now, Sir Hugh ? no school to-day!
I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for
your good. Being thus crammed in tbe basket,

Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called

to play. forth by their mistress, to carry me in the name

Quick. Blessing of his heart! of foul clothes to Datchet-lane : they took me on

Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my their shoulders; met the jealous knave their son profits nothing in the world at his book; i master in the door ; who asked them once or pray you, ask him some questions in his acci

dence. twice wbat they bad in their basket : I quaked for fear lest the lunatic kpave would have

• Bilbon, where the best blades are made. + Seriousness.

Make myself ready. Outragrous,

• Cups.

Eva. Come hither, William ; hold up your plement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure bead ; come.

of your husband Dow? Mrs. Page. Cume on, sirrah ; bold up your Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet Sir John, head; answer your master, be not afraid.

Mrs. Page. (Within.) What hva, gossip Eva. William, how many numbers is in | Ford ! what hoa ! nouus

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, Sir John. Will. 'Two.

[Exit FALSTAFF. Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one

Enter Mrs. PAGE. Quinber more ; because they say, od's nouns.

Eva. Peace your tatilings. What is fair, Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at William ?

home beside yourself? Will. Pulcher.

Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Quick. Poulcats ! there are fairer things than Mrs. Page. Indeed ? poulcats, sure.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainly ;-speak louder. Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman; pray

(Aside. you, peace. What is lapis, William ?

Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you bave noWill, A stone.

body here. Eva. And what is a stone, William?

Mrs. Ford. Why? Will. A pebble.

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is Eva. No, it is lapis ; I pray you remember in his old lunes again · he $o takes on yonder in your prain.

with my husband; so rails against all married Will. Lapis.

mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of what Eva. That is good, William. What is he, complexion soever ; and so butlets himself on William, that does lend articles ?

the forehead, crying, Peer out, peer out ! + that Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun ; any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tameand be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, ness, civility, and patience, to this his distemper he hic, hac, hoc.

is in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here. Évu. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog: pray you, Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? mark: genitivo, hujus : Well, what is your ac. Mrs, Page. Of none but bim; and swears, cusative case !

be was carried out, the last time he searched Will. Accusativo, hinc.

for him, in a basket: protests to my bushand, Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, is is now bere ; and hath drawn him and the cbild ; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

rest of their company from their sport, to make Quick. Hang bog is Latin for bacon, I war. another experiment of his suspicion : but I am rant you.

giad the knight is not here ; now he shall see bis Eva. Leave you prabbles, 'oman. What is the own foolery. focative case, William !

Mrs. Ford. How near iş be, mistress Page ? Will. 0-Vovativo, 0.

Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will Eva. Remember, William ; focati ve is, caret. be here anon. Quick. And that's a good root.

Mrs. Ford. I am undone !--the knight is Eva. 'Oman, forbear.

here. Mrs. Page. Peace.

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, Eva. What is your genitive case plural, Wil- and he's but a dead mm. What a woman are liam ?

you - Away with him, away with him ; better Will. Genitive case !

shame than murder. Eva, Ay.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should be go? how Will. Genitive,- horum, haram, horum.

should I bestow him ? Shall I put him into the Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on basket again ? ber! never bame her child, if she be a whore. Eva. For sbame 'oman.

Re-enter FALSTAFF. Quick. You do ill to teach the child such

Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket : words: he teaches bim to hick and to hack, May I not go out, ere be come ? which they'll do fast enough of themselves; and Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's to call horum :--lie upon you !

brothers watch the door with pistols, that none Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no shall issue out; otherwise you might' slip away understandings for thy cases, and the numbers ere he came, But wbat make you heret of the genders Thou art as foolish Christian Fal. What shall I do ?-I'll creep up into the creatures as I would desires.

chimney. Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee hold thy peace.

Mrs. Ford. There they always use to disEla. Show me now, William, some declen charge their birding-pieces: Creep into the sions of your pronouns.

kiln hole. Will. Forsooth, I bave forgot.

Fal. Where is it? Eva. It is ki, ke, cod ; if you forget your Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. kies, your kas, and your cods, you must be Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, preeches. • Go your ways, and play, go.

but he hath an abstract t for the remembrance Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than 1 of such places, and goes to them by bis note : thought he was.

There is no biding you in the house. Eva. He is a good sprag + memory. Farewell, Pal. l'll go out then. mistress Page.

Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semMrs. Puge. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. [Erit blance, you" die, Sir John. Uuless yon go out Sir Hugh. Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay disguised, too long.

[Exeuni. Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him!

Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There SCENE II.-A Room in FORD's House. is no woman's gown big enough for him ; other

wise, he might put on a hat, a mutller, and a Enter FALSTAFP and Mrs. FORD. kerchief, and so escape.

Fal. Good hearts, devise something : any exFal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten tremity, rather than a mischief. up niy sufferance : I see, you are obsequious 1 in your love, and I profess requital to a bair's of Brentford, bas a gown above.

Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman breadth ; not only, mistress Ford, in the simple

Mrs. Page. On my word it will serve him ; office of love, but in all the accoutrement, com

• Mad fits. • Breeched, i.e. flogged.

+ As children call on a snail to push forth his horns. Apr to learu. * Sorrowful.

Short note of

she's as big is he is : and there's her thrum'd Ford. Empty the basket, I way. bat, and her muffler too : Run up, Sir John. Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why?

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir Jobo : mistress Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there Page and I, will look some linen for your head. was one conveyed out of my house yesterday in

Mrs. Page, Quick, quick; we'll come dress this basket : Why may not he be there again? you straight : put on the gown the while. In my house I am sure he is : my intelligence

(Exit Falstapp. is true ; my jealousy is reasonable : Plucs me Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet out all the linen. him in this shape : he cannot abide the old Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, be sball woman of Brentford; he swears she's a witch; die a flea's death, forbade her my house, and hath threatened to Page. Here's no man. beat her.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Mrs. Page. Heaveu guide him to thy hus- Ford ; this wrongs you. band's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel Eva. Master Ford, you must pay, and not afterwards !

follow the imaginations of your own heart : this Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ? is jealousies.

Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he ; and Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. talks of the baskel too, howsoever he hath had Page. No, nor do wbere else, but in your intelligence.

brain. Mrs. Ford. We'll try that ; for I'll appoint Pord. Help to search my house this one time: my men to carry the basket again, to meet him if I find not what I seek, sbow no colour for my at the door with it, as they did last time. extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport:

Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that let's go dress himn like the witch of Brentford. searched a hollow walnut for bis wife's leman.

Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they Satisfy me once more ; one more search with shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen me. for him straight.

(Erit. Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page ! come Mrs. Page. Hang bim, dishonest varlet! we you and tbe old woman down, my husband will cannot misuse him enough.

come into the chamber. We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Ford. Old woman! what old woman's that? Wives may be merry, and yet honest too : Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of We do not act, that often jest and laugh : Brentford. 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. Ford. A witeb, a quean, an old cozening

[Erit. i quean! Have I not forbid her my bouse ? She

comes of errands, does she! We are simple Re-enter Mrs. FORD, with two Servants.

men; we do not know what's brought to pass Mrs. Ford. Go, Sirs, take the basket again on under the profession of fortune-telling. She your shoulders ; your master is hard at door; if works by charins, by spens, by the figure, and be bid you set it down, obey him : quickly, des such daubery as this is : beyond our element : patch.

(Erit. we know nothing.--Come down, you witch, 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up.

you bag you ; come down I say. 2 Serv. Pray heaven, be not full of the Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet busband ;knight again.

good gentlemen, let bim not strike the old 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much woman. lead.

Enter FALSTAFT in woman's clothes, led by Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, Caros, and

Mrs. PAGR.
Sir Hugu EVANS.

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, me your band. bave you any way then to unfool me again ? Ford. I'll prat her : Out of my door, you Set down the basket, villain :-Somebody calls witch! (Beats him.) You rag, you baggage, my wife : You, youth in a basket, come out you polecat, you ronyon ! out l out! I'll con. bere !-- you panderly rascals ! there's a knot, jure you, I'll fortune-tell you. & ging, t a pack, a conspiracy against me : Now

[Exit FALSTAFF. shall the devil be shamed. What! wise, I say ! Mrs. Page. Are you not asbamed ? I think, come, come forth ; behold wbat honest clotbes you bave kill'd the poor woman. you send forth to bleaching.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :-'Tis a good. Page. Why, this passes ! | Master Ford, you ly credit for you. are not to go loose any longer ; you must be Ford. Hang her, witch ! pinioned.

Era. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a Eva. Why, this is Innatics ! this is mad as a witcb indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a mad dog!

great peard ; I spy a great peard under her Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; muftier. indeed,

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech

you follow ; eee but the issue of my jealousy: if Enter Mrs. FORD.

I cry out thus upon no trail, + never trust ine Ford. So say I too, Siro-Come hither, mis. when I open 1 again. tress Ford ; mistress Ford, the honest woman, Page. Let's obey his homonr a little further : the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath Come, gentlemen, the jealous fool to her husband !-I suspect with- (Ereunt Page, FORD, SAALlow, and out cause, mistress, do I?

EVANS. Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat bim most piti. if you suspect me in any dishonesty.

fully. Ford, Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.-- Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did Come forth, sirrah.

not; he beat him most anpitifully, methought. [Pulls the clothes out of the basket. Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, Page. This passes !

and bung o'er the altar ; it bath doue meritoriMrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed I let the ous service. clothes alone.

Mrs. Ford. What think you ! May we, with Ford. I shall And you anon.

the warrant of woman-bood, and the witness of Eva. 'Tis unreasonable ! Will you take up a good conscience, pursue him with any further your wife's clothes ? Coine away.


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