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Eva. It is not meet the council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot: the council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the a riot; take your vizaments in that. sword should end it.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: and there is also another device in my

rain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions

s'er George Page, which is pretty virginity. wah it: there is Anne Page, which is daughter to

SIR Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Ste chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John, Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.

Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and coram.

4. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair and peaks small like a woman.

Ex. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as just as "ou will desire; and seven bun 1. ed pounds Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and cust-alorum.? of mons and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman upon his death's bed (Got deliver to a joyful resur born, master parson; who writes himself armigero; rections!) ie, when she is able to overtake sevenin any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, ar-teen years olu: 1 were a goot motion, if we leave migero.

Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time these three hundred years.

Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they may give the dozen white luces in their


Shal. It is an old coat.

Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies-love.

Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.

Slen. I may quarter, coz?

Shal. You may, by marrying.

Era. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.
Shal. Not a whit.

Eva. Yes, py'r lady; if he has a quarter of your coat, there is but thre; skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but that is all one: if Sir Johni Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my be nevolence, to make atonements and compromises between you.

Shal. The council shall hear it; it is a riot.

(1) A title formerly appropriated to chaplains. (2) Custos rotulorum.

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our pribbles are
Shal. Did her


Abraham, and mistress Anne rabbles, and desire a marriage

arc'sire leave her seven hundred

Era. Ay, and herfi heris make her a petter penny. Shal. I know the vorrg gentlewoman; she has good gifts.

Era. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is goot gifts.

Shal. Well, let us sce honest master Page. is Falstaff there?

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar, as I do despise one that is false; or, as I despise one that is not true. The knight, sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. What, hoa! Got pless your house here! will peat the door [knocks] for master Page.

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der; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, understand: that is, master Page, fidelicet, master
Page; and there is myself, fidelicet, myself; and
if matters grow to your likings.
Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of
the Garter.
thank you for my venison, master Shallow.

Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you; much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed:-how doth good mistress Page?-and I love you always with my heart, la ; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank you.

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

Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say, he was outrun on Cotsale.'

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 sir. cur,

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.

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

Eva. Fery 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,

Pist. He hears with ears.

Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, He hears with ear? Why, it is affectatious.

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 else,) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards," that cost me two shilling and two pence apiece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.


Fal. Is this true, Pistol?

Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!-Sir John,
and master mine,

combat challenge of this latten bilbo :
Word of denial in thy labras here;
Word of denial; froth and scum, thou liest.
Slen. By these gloves, then 'twas he.
Nym. Be advised, sir, and pass good humours
will say, marry trap, with you, if you run the

Eva. It is spoke as a christians ought to speak.
Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not
that so, master Page? he hath wrong'd me; in-I
deed, he hath ;-at a word, he hath ;-believe me;-nuthook's 10 humour on me; that is the very note of it.
Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wrong'd.
Page. Here comes Sir John.

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym, and

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Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed! my deer, and broke open my lodge.

Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter.
Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd.
Fal. I will answer it straight;-I have done all
this-that is now answer'd.

Shal. The council shall know this.
Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in
counsel: you'll be laugh'd at.

Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face had it: for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John ? Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance


Bard. And being fap sir, was as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires, 19

Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, 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 knaves.

Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentle men; you hear it.

Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John, good worts. Fal. Good worts!2 good cabbage.-Slender, I broke your head; what matter have you against Enter Mistress Anne Page with wine; Mistress


Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.

Bar. You Banbury cheese!4

Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ?'

Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; slice! that's my humour.

Ford and Mistress Page following.

Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll [Erit Anne Page. drink within. Slen. O heaven! this is mistress Anne Page. Page. How now, mistress Ford? Fal. Mistress Ford, by my treth, you are very well met: by your leave, good mistress.

[kissing her.

Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome :Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. [Exeunt all but Shal. Slend. and Evans, Eva. Peace, I pray you! Now let us under- Slen. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my stand: there is three umpires in this matter, as I book of songs and sonnets here:

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

(2) Cotswold in Gloucestershire of all the cab- of shad

Dage kind.

(3) Sharpers.

(4) Nothing but paring.
The name of an ugly spirit. (6' Few words.

(7) King Edward's shillings, used in the game

(9) Lips. (11) Drunk.

(8) Blade as thin as a lath.
(10) If you say I am a thief.

(12) The bounds of good behaviour.

Enter Simple. How now, Simple! where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not The Book of Riddles about you, have you?

Sim. Book of Riddles! why, did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake, upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas?'


Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well.

Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.

Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: my cousin Shallow: [Exit Simple.] A justice o. Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. a man:-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till peace sometime may be beholden to his friend for A word with you, coz: marry, this, coz; there is, my mother be dead: but what though? yet I live as 'twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off like a poor gentleman born. by sir Hugh here ;-do you understand me?

Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable; if they will not sit, till you come. Anne. I may not go in without your worship: it be so, I shall do that that is reason.

Shal. Nay, but understand me.
Sten. So I do, sir.

Eva. Give ear to his motions, master Slender: I will description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it.

Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did.

Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

bruised my shin the other day with playing at Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you: I Sten. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says: veneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my sword and dagger with a master of fence, three I pray you, pardon me; he's a justice of peace in troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. his country, simple though I stand here. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the

Eva. But that is not the question; the question town? is concerning your marriage.

Shal. Ay, there's the point, sir.

Eva. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to mistress Anne Page.

Slen. Why, if it be so, I will marry her, upon any reasonable demands.

Eva. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to know that of your mouth, or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold, that the lips is parcel of the mouth;-therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid?

Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Slen. I hope, sir,-I will do, as it shall become one that would do reason.

Eva. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her.

Shal. That you must: will you, upon good dowry, marry her?

Slen. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your request, cousin, in any reason.

Sha!. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz what I do, is to pleasure you, coz; Can you love the maid?


Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.

Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not? quarrel at it, as any man in England:-you are Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

seen Sackerson' loose, twenty times; and have
Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have
taken him by the chain: but, I warrant you, the
women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it
they are very ill-favoured rough things.
pass'd:4-but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em;

Re-enter Page.

Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we stay for you. Slen. I'll eat nothing; I thank you, sir. Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose,

sir: come, come.

Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way.

Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first.

Page. Come on, sir.

Anne. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.

Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will

not do you that wrong,

Anne. I pray you, sir.

Slen. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will some: you do yourself wrong, indeed, la. grow more contempt: but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, that I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely.

Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than trouble

Era. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the faul' is in the 'ort dissolutely: the 'ort is, according to our meaning, resolutely;—his meaning is good. Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la.

Re-enter Anne Page.

Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne:-Would
I were young, for your sake, mistress Anne!
Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father
desires your worships' company.

Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the giace.

Exeunt Shal. and Sir H. Evans.

(1) An intended blunder.

Three set-to's, bouts or hits.


SCENE II.-The same. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.


Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' mistress Quickly, which is in the manner of his house, which is the way and there dwells one nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his wringer.

Sim. Well, sir.

Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:—give her this let tance with mistress Anne Page; and the letter is, ter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's acquain. to desire and require her to solicit your master's I will make an end of my dinner: there's pippins desires to mistress Ann Page: I pray you, be gone; and cheese to come. [Exeunt.

(3. The name of a bear exhibited at Paris-Gar den, in Southwark.

(4) Surpassed all expression.

SCENE III. A room in the Garter Inn. Enter gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.
Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and

Fal. Mine host of the Garter,

Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.

Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector? Fal. Do so, good mine host."

Host. I have spoke; let him follow: let me see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; follow. [Exit Host. Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a good trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered serving-man, a fresh tapster: go; adieu. Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will Exit Bard. Pist. O base Gongarian' wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?


Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the humour conceited? His mind is not heroic, and there's the humour of it.

Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinderbox; his thefts were too open: his filching was like an unskilful singer, he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's

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Pist. Young ravens must have food.

Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good. Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about.

Pist. Two yards, and more.

Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with did seem to scorch me up like a burning-glass! such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too: she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.


Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer, take all! the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reNym. I will run no base humour; here, take putation.

Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Rob.] bear you these let ters tightly;

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!

Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and fullam holds,

And high and low beguile the rich and poor: Tester I'll have in pouch,' when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge.

Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

By welkin, and her star

Pist. With wit, or steel? Nym.

With both the humours, I

I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.

Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness,' for the revolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.


Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed, I am in the waist two yards about: but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I semake love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in cond thee; troop on. her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's.

Pist. He nath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English. Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass?

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions of angels.

SCENE IV.A room in Dr. Caius' house. Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby.

Quick. What: John Rugby!-I pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit Rugby.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant boy, say I. shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no Nyn. The humour rises; it is good: humour tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: 10 his worst fault is, me the angels.

Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the beam of her view

For Hungarian. (2) Fig. (3) Gold coin. Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer (5) Cleverly. (6) False dice.

that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish'i that way; but nobody but has his fault;—but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quick. And master Slender's your master?

(7) Sixpence I'll have in pocket.
(8) Instigate. (9) Jealousy.
(11) Foolish.

(10) Strife.

Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife?

for my master, in the way of marriage.
Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put
my finger in the fire and need not.

Sim. No forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez
with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. me some paper:-Tarry you a little-a while.
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?
Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall' a man of Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been
his hands, as any is between this and his head: he thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so
hath fought with a warrener.2
loud, and so melancholy ;-but notwithstanding,
Quick. How say you ?-O, I should remember man, I'll do your master what good I can: and,
him; does he not hold up his head, as it were? and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my
strut in his gait ?
master,-I may call him my master, look you, for
I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake,
scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and
do all myself;-

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish

Re-enter Rugby.

Enter Doctor Caius.

Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quick. Are you advis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early, and down late;— but notwithstanding (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,-I know Anne's mind,—that's nei ther here nor there.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent: run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the closet. He will not stay long.-What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to sir inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat that he comes not home and down, down, in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape adown-a, &c. [Sings. priest to meddle or make:-you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I will cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simple. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself? -by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have apQuick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad pointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our he went not in himself; if he had found the young weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. man, he would have been horn-mad. Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, Je m'en vais à la cour,—la grand affaire. the good-jer!

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier terd; a box, a green-a box; do íntend vat I speak?

a green-a box.

Quick. Is it this, sir?


Caias. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depeche,
quickly:-Vere is dat knave Rugby!
Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Rug. Here, sir.

Calus. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack
Rugby: come, take-a your rapier, and come after

my heel to de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
Caus. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me!
Qu'ay j'oublié dere is some simples in my closet,
dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?Villany! larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby,

my rapier.

Quick. Good master, be content. Caius, Verefore shall I be content-a? Quick. The young man is an honest man. Caus. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.

Caius, Vell.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to

Quick. Peace, I pray you.
Caius, Peace-a your tongue:-Speak-a your tale.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your
maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page,

(2) The keeper of a warren.

(1) Brave.
3) Scolded, reprimanded.

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me;-by gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door:-Follow my heels, Rugby. [Exeunt Caius and Rugby.

Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Enter Fenton.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou ? Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne?

Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle;' and' one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit?

Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, she loves you:-Have not your worship a wart above your eye?

Feni. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith,

(4) The goujere, what the pox!

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