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it is such another Nan:-but, I detest,' an honest show you to the contrary: O, mistress Page, give maid as ever broke bread:-We had an hour's me some counsel !

talk of that wart;-I shall never laugh but in that Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? maid's company. But, indeed, she is given too Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one much to allicholly and musing: but for you- trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Well, go to. Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the Fent Well, I shall see her to-day: hold, there's honour: what is it?-dispense with trifles;-what money for thee; let me have thy voice in my be- is it? half: if thou seest her before me, commend me- Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an Quick. Will I? i'faith, that we will: and I will eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers. Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now.

Mrs. Page. What ?-thou liest -Sir Alice Ford!These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. [Exit. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light :-here, read, Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an read;-perceive how I might be knighted.-I shall honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; for think the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to I know Anne's mind as well as another does :-make difference of men's liking and yet he would Ont upon't! what have I forgot? [Exit. not swear; praised women's modesty: and gave

ACT II.

Enter Mis

such orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adhere and keep place together, than the hundredth psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor? What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?

SCENE 1.—Before Page's house. tress Page, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters n the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see: [reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for though of Page and Ford differs!-To thy great comfort Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name love use reason for his precisian, he admits him in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin not for his counsellor: You are not young, no brother of thy letter: but let thine inherit first; for, more am I; go to then, there's sympathy: you I protest, mine never shall. I warrant, he hath a are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's more thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for sympathy: you love sack, and so do I would different names (sure more,) and these are of the you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, second edition: he will print them out of doubt: mistress Page (at the least, if the love of a soldier for he cares not what he puts into the press, when can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not say, pity he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you me. By me,

Thine own true knight,

By day or night,

Or any kind of light,
With all his might,
For thee to fight,

John Falstaff.

twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man.
Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the
very hand, the very words: what doth he think of us?
Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: it makes me al-
most ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll
entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted
withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in
me, that I know not myself, he would never have
boarded me in this fury.

What a Herod of Jewry is this -O wicked, wicked world!-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gallant! Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be sure What an unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish to keep him above deck. drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my compa- on him: let's appoint him a meeting: give him a ny! What should I say to him?-I was then show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with frugal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me !-Why, a fine-baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting to mine host of the Garter. down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mistress Ford.

Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house.

Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then; yet, I say, I could

(1) She means, I protest. (2) Melancholy.

Most probably Shakspeare wrote Physician.]

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any vil lany against him, that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. O, that my husband saw this letter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy.

Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance.

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman.
Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this
greasy knight: come hither. [They retire.

Enter Ford, Pistol, Page, and Nym.
Ford. Well, hope, it be not so.
(4) Caution.

Pist. Hope is a curtail' dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.

Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and
poor,

Botn young and old, one with another, Ford
He loves thy gally-mawfry; Ford, perpend.3
Ford. Love my wife?

Pist. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou,
Like sir Acteon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels:
O, odious is the name!

Ford. What name, sir?

Pist. The horn, I say: farewell.

in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service.

Ford. Were they his men?

Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Doe he lie at the Garter?

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loth to turn them together: A man may be too

Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I

sing.

Away, sir corporal Nym.-

cannot be thus satisfied.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily.How now, mine host?

Enter Host and Shallow.

Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [Exit Pistol. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not the humour of lying. He hath wrong'd me in some humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite) upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true:-my name is Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's you go with us? we have sport in hand. the humour of it. Adieu. [Exit Nym. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully here's a fel-rook.

Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! low frights humour out of his wits. Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentleman: cavalero-justice, I say.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French

Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting doctor.

rogue.

Ford. If I do find it, well.

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Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o' the town commended him for a true

man.

Ford. "Twas a good sensible fellow: Well.
Page. How now, Meg?

Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook?

[They go aside. Shal. Will you [to Page] go with us to behold it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them

Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark contrary places: for, believe me, I hear, the par

you.

son is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art sport shall be. thou melancholy?

Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.-guest-cavalier? Get you home, go.

Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to
dinner, George?-Look, who comes yonder: she
shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.
[Aside to Mrs. Ford.

Enter Mistress Quickly.
Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll

fit it.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good mistress Anne?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and sce; we have an nour's talk with you.

[Exe. Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quick. Page. How now, master Ford?

Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you not?

Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me?

him, my name is Brook; only for a jest.

Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four talls fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear them scold than fight.

[Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firinly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and, what they made there, I know Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I night would offer it: but these that accuse him lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.

(1) A dog that misses his game. (2) A medley.
(3) Consider.
(4) A lying sharper.

[Exit.

(5) Stout, bold.

(6) Did.

SCENE II.-A room in the Garter Inn. Enter it; you have brought her into such a carraries," as

Falstaff and Pistol.

Fat. I will not lend thee a penny.
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.-
I will retort the sum in equipage.'

'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter gift after gift; smelling so sweetly (all musk,) and Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grat-in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar ed upon my good friends for three reprieves for you of the best, and the fairest, that would have won and your coach-fellow Nym; or else you had any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. never get an eye-wink of her.—I had myself twenty I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my angels given me this morning: but I defy all angels friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way of and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her honesty:-and, I warrant you, they could never get fan, I took't upon my honour, thou hadst it not. her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifthem all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which teen pence? is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou, with her.

I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good more about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.-Ashe Mercury.

short knife and a throng :3-to your manor of Pickt- Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter, hatch, go.-You'll not bear a letter for me, you for the which she thanks you a thousand times; rogue! you stand upon your honour!-Why, thou and she gives you to notify, that her husband will uncontinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to be absence from his house Letween ten and eleven keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I my- Fal. Ten and eleven?

self sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, and see the picture, she says, that you wot of ;am fain to shutile, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet master Ford, her husband, will be from home. you, rogue, will ensconces your rags, your cat-a-Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frambold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your ho- pold life with him, good heart. nour! You will not do it, you?

Fal. Ten and eleven? Woman, commend me to

Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of her; I will not fail her. man?

Enter Robin.

Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too ;-and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest

Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your Fal. Let her approach.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Fal. Good maid, then?

Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouchsafe thee the hearing.

Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;-I pray, come a little nearer this ways:-I myself dwell

with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears;-mine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make them his servants!

Fal. Well: mistress Ford ;-what of her? Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your worship's a wanton: Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray!

morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoc'er be the other: and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man: surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms.

Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this; has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how they love me?

Quick. That were a jest, indeed!--they have not so little grace, I hope :-that were a trick, indeed! But mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves; her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is an honest man." Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do wha she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.

Fal. Why, I will.

Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case have a nay-word, that you may know one Quick. Marry, this is the short an. the long of another's mind, and the boy never need to under

Fal. Mistress Ford-come, mistress Ford.

(1) Pay you again in stolen goods.

(2) Draws along with you.

(3) To cut purses in a crowd.

(4) Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell. (5) Protect.

(6) Ale-house.

(7) A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandary.

(8) Know. (9) Fretful, peevish.

(10) By all means. (11) A watch-word.

Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is Ford.

Fal. Well, sir.

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stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children! should know any wickedness; old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world. Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them both: there's my purse: I am yet thy debtor.- Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to Boy, go along with this woman.-This news dis- you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a tracts me! [Exeunt Quickly and Robin. doting observance; engrossed opportunities to Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :- meet her; fee'd every slight occasion, that could Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; but niggardly give me sight of her not only Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them bought many presents to give her, but have given all! [Exit Pistol. largely to many, to know what she would have Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. pursued me; which hath been, on the wing of all Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after occasions. But whatsover I have merited, either the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? in my mind, or in my means, meed,' I am sure, I Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly have received none; unless experience be a jewel: done; so it be fairly done, no matter. that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that nath taught me to say this:

Enter Bardolph.

Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

Fal. Brook, is his name?
Bard. Ay, sir.

Fel. Call him in; [Exit Bardolph.] Such Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah! ha! mistress Ford and mistress Page, have I encompassed you? go to; via!1

Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir.

Fal. And you, sir; Would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you.

Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? Give us leave, drawer. [Exit Bardolph.

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Ford. Never.

Fal. Of what quality was your love then?

Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it.

Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she appear honest mirth so far, that there is shrewd construction to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her made of her. Now, sir John, here is the heart of Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent my purpose: You are a gentleman of excellent much; my name is Brook. tance, authentic in your place and person, genebreeding, admirable discourse, of great admitand learned preparations. rally allowed for your many warlike, court-like,

Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you.

Ford. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something enboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.

Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help me to bear it, sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the car

riage.

Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be

your porter.
Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me
the hearing.

Fal. Speak, good master Brook: I shall be glad

to be your servant.

Fal. O, sir!

Ford. Believe it, for you know it :-There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the win her to consent to you; if any man may, you honesty of this Ford's wife: use your art of wooing,

may as soon as any.

Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of enjoy? Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very your affection, that I should win what you would preposterously.

Ford. O, understand my drift! she dwells so the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is securely on the excellency of her honour, that Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,-I will be to her with any detection in my hand, my desires too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come brief with you;and you have been a man had instance and argument to commend themselves; long known to me, though I had never so good I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, Incars, as desire, to make myself acquainted with her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein other her defences, which now are too strongly nust very much lay open mine own imperfection: embattled against me; What say you to't, sír but, good sir John, as you have one eye upon my John? follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another into the register of your own; that I may pass with

Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with

a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how your money; next, give me your hand, and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy Ford's wife.

easy it is to be such an offender.

(1) A cant phrase of exultation.

(2) Since (3) Reward.

(4) In the greatest companies. (5) Approved. (6) Guard.

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Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you

Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come; by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if

he be come.

Rug. He is wise, sir: he knew your worship shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell would kill him, if he came.

you,) by her own appointment; even as you came Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and how I vill kill him. eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed.

Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir?

Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not-yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money; for the which his wife seems to me wellfavoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.

Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him.

Rug. Alas, sir, cannot fence.
Caius. Villain-a, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor.
Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good master doctor!
Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir.

Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?

Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin,4 to see Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, my cudgel it shall hang like a meteor o'er the thy distance, thy montánt. Is he dead, my Ethi cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, opian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart lie with his wife.-Come to me soon at night :of elder? ha? is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his stile;' de world: he is not show his face. Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of

Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal! Hec

thou master Brook, shalt know him for a knave
and cuckold:-come to me soon at night. [Exit.
Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this!tor of Greece, my boy!

-My heart is ready to crack with impatience

Caius. I pray you, bear witness that me have

Who says, this is improvident jealousy? My wife stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is is no come. made. Would any man have thought this ?-See

Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation should fight, you go against the hair of your prognawn at; and I shall not only receive this villa-fessions: is it not true, master Page? Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been nous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be Terms! names!--Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold! wit-finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we tol2 cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather of women, master Page. trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavitæ bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a then she ruminates, then she devises: and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they a wise and patient churchman: you must go with will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven me, master doctor. be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven o'clock the hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold!alour, bully. [Exit. cuckold!

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Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Muck-water?"

Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat ?

Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is

Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-vater as de Englishman:-Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me vill cut his ears.

Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
Host. That is, he will make thee amends.
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de..
claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it.

Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him

Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh pro-wag. mised to meet.

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Caius. Me tank you for dat.

Host. And moreover, bully,-But his master

Cant term for Spaniard.
Drain of a dunghill.

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