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Will. Two.

Eta. He is a good sprag ? memory. Farewell
Quic. Truly I thought there had been one inistress Page.
number more; because they say, od's nouns. Mrs. Puge. Adicu good sir Hugh. Get you

Era. Peace your tatlings. What is fair Wil- home, boy.--Come, we stay too long. [Excunt,
Will. Pulcher.

[liam: 5

SCENE II.
Quic. Poul-cats! there are fairer things than
poul-cats, sure.

Ford's House.
Eva. You are a very simplicity ’oman; I pray

Enter Fulstaff and Mrs. Ford.
you, peace. What is Lupis, William?

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Will. A stone.

10 sufferance: I see, you are obsequious in Era. And what is a stone, William ? Will. A pebble.

your love, and I profess requital to a hair's

breadth; not only, inistress Ford, in the simple Era. No, it is Lapis; I pray you, remember Jotlice of love, but in all the accoutrement, coinin your prain. Will. Lupis.

plement, and cereinony of it. But are you sure

15 of your husband now? Era. That is a good William: What is he,

Alrs. Ford. He's a-birding, sweet sir John. William, that does lend articles ?

Mrs. Puge. [Within.] What hoa, gossip Ford! Will. Articles are borrow'd of the pronoun; and

|what hoa! be thus declin'd, Singulariter, nominativo, bic, bec, boc.

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Era.Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, 20

[Erit Falstaff mark: genitivo, hujus: Well, what is your accusative case ?

Enter Mrs. Page. #'ill. Accusatire, hinc.

Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, home besides yourself? child; Accusativo, hung, huing, hog.

125 Mrs. Ford. Why, none but my own people. Quic. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant Mrs. Page. Indeed ?

[Aside. you.

Mrs. Ford. No, certainlySpeak louder. Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman. What is Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nothe focative case, William ?

body here. Will. (—vocativo, 0.

30 Árs. Ford. Why? Eva. Remember, William; focative is, caret. Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in Quic. And that's a good root.

his old lunes' again : he so takes on * yonder with Evu. 'Oman, forbear.

my husband; sorails against all married mankind; Mrs. Page. Peace.

[liam? so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion Era. What is your genitive case plural, Wil-35 soever; and so buitets himself on the forehead, Will. Genitive case ?

crying, 'Peer-out, peer-out! that any madness, Eva. Ay.

I ever yet beheld, seem'd but tameness, civility,
Hill. Genitive, horum, harum, horum. and patience, to this distemper he is in now: í

Quic.'Vengeance of Giney's case! tie on her! am glad the fat knight is not here.
nerer name her, child, if she be a whore. 140 Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?
Eca. For shame, 'oman.

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he Quc. You do ill to teach the child such words: was carried out, the last time he search'd for him, he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'lil in a basket; protests to my husband, he is now do fast enough of themselves; and to call ho- There; and hath drawn him and the rest of their rum:-fie upon you!

45 company from their sport, to make another expeEra. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no riment of his suspicion: but I ain glad the knight understanding for thy cases, and the numbers of is not here; now he shall see his own foolery. the genders thou art a foolish christian crea- Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? tures, as I would desires.

Alrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace. 150 be here anon.

Ecu. Shew me now, William, some declen- Mrs. Ford. I am undone !—the kuight is here. sions of your pronouns.

Mrs. Page. Why, then thou art utterly sham’d, Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.

and he's but a dead man. What a woman are Eva. It is ki, kw, cod; if you forget your kies, you? Away with him, away with him; better your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches'. 55 shame than murther. Go your ways and play, go.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how airs. Page. He is a better schular than I should I bestow him? Shall I put hiin into the thought he was.

lbasket again? Sir Hugh means to say, You must be breech'd, i. e. flogg’d. To breech is to flog. ? This word is still in use, and signifies reudi, alert, sprightly; it is pronounced as if it was written-sprack. ? That is, lunacy, frenzy. * To take on, now used for to grieve, seems to be used by our author : That is, appear horns. F

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llrs. Ford. Go,sirs, take the basketagain on your Fil. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: May shoulders; your master is hard at door; it he bid I not go out, ere he come?

you set it down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. Ilrs. Puge. Alas, three of master Ford's bro

[Ercunt alrs. Page and Urs. Ford. ther's watch the door with pistol., that none 5 Enter Serruns with the basket. should issue out; otherwise you might slip away 1 Sero. Come, come, take up. ere he came.-- But what make you here?

2 Sri. Pray heaven, it be not full of the fal. What shall I do? I'll creep up into the knight again. chimney.

1 Seri'. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much ilrs. ford. There they always used to discharge olead. their birding-pieces : creep into the kiln-hole. Enter Ford, Shullor", Page, Cuius, and Sir Ful. Where is it?

Hugh Eirils. 1/rs. Ford. He will seck there, on my word.-- Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Neither

press, cotter, chest, trunk, well, vault, you any way then to unfool ine again?-Set down but he hath an abstract for the remembrance 15ihe bushet, villain:-Somebody call my wife:of such places, and goes to them by his note: Youth in a basket! Oh, you pandarly rascals !There is no hiding you in the house.

there's a knot, a gang, a pack, a conspiracy against fal. I'll go out then.

me: Now shall the devil be sham'd.- What! Thrs. Foril. If you go out in your own sem- witi', I say! come, come forth; behold what loblance, you die, sir John; unless you go out dis-20 nest cloaths you send forth to bleaching. guis')---How might we disguise him?

Page. Why, this passes*! Master Ford, you are 1173. Puge. Alas the day, I know not. There not to go loose any longer; you must be pinion’d. is no woman's gown big enough for hin; other- Era. Why this is lunatics! this is mad as mad wise, he might put on a hat, a mutiler, and a dog! kerchiet, and so escape.

125 Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; Ful. Good hearts, devise something: any ex- indeed. tremity, rather than a mischief.

Enter Mrs. Ford. I lrs. ford. My naid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford. So say I too, sir.-Come bither, mis. Brentford, has a gown above.

tress Ford;- mistress Ford, the honest woman, 1rs. Puge. On my word, it will serve him ; 30 the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath she as big as he is; and there's her thium ? hat, the jealous fool to her husband !-1 suspect withand her mutller '100: Run up, sir Julin.

out cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. ford. Go go, sweet sir John: mistress lírs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if Page, and I, will look some linen for your head. you suspect me in any dishonesty.

Mrs. Puge. Quick, quick; we'llcome dress you 35 Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.Straight : put on the gownthe while. [Erit Fulsiai). Come forthi, sirrah. [Pulls the clouths out of the Nárs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet Page. This passes

[basket, hiin in this shape: he cannot abide ibe oid woman Alrs. Forit. Are you not asham'd? let the at Brentford; he swears, she's a witch, forbade Icloaths alune. her my house, and hath threatened w beat her. 10 Ford, I shall find you anon.

Mrs. Puge. Ileaven guide him to thy husband's Era. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afteru ards! wife's cloaths? come away.

Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming? Tord. Empty the basket, I say.
Mrs. Puge. Ay,

good sadness, is hie; and Jlrs. Ford. Thy, man, why,talks of the basket tvo, howsoever he hath bad 45 ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was intelligence.

one convey'd out of my house yesterday in this Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my basket; Why may not he be here again in my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at house I am sure he is: my intelligence is true; the door with it, as they did last time.

my jealousy is reasonable? Pluck me out all the Mirs. Puge. Nay, but he'll be here presently: 50 linen. let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. 11rs. Ford. If you find a man there he shall

Jrs. Ford. P'll first direct my men what they die a tlea's death. shali do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen Page. Here's no man. for him straight.

Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Drs. Puge. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we 55 Ford; this wrongs you. cannot inisuse him enough.

Ern. Viaster lord, you must pray, and not Well leave a proof, by that which we will do, follow the imaginations of your own heart: this Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: is jealousies. We do not act, that often jest and laugli ;

Ford. Well, he's not here I seck for. 'Tis old but true, Still swine cut all the draugh. Page. No, nor no where else but in your brain. I That is, a list, an inventory.

? The thirum is the end of a weaver's warp, and was probably used for making coarse hats. A inu her was some part of dress that cover'd the tace. To pass ineans here, to go beyond bounus. Nleaning, this is below your character.

Ford.

Ford. Help to search my house this one time: in Mrs. Page. Yea, by all means, if it be but to I find not what I seek, shew no colour for my ex- scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. tremity, let me for ever be your table-sport; Jet If they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirthem say of me, As jealous as Ford, that' search’a tuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we a hollow wall-nut for his wife's leman'. Satisty 5 two will be still the ministers. me once more, once more search with me.

Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'il have him pubMirs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page ! come licly sham’d: and, methinks, there would be no you and the old woman down; my husband will periods to the jest, should he not be publicly come into the chamber.

Shan'd. Ford. Old woman! what old woman's that? 10 Mrs. Puge. Come, to the forge with it, then,

Mirs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of shape it: I would not have things cool. [Exeunt. Brentford. Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening

SCENE III, quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She

The Garter inn. comes of errands, does she? We are simple men: 15

Enter Host and Burdolph. we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. She works by charms, Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of by spells, by the figure, and such daubery . as your horses: the duke himself will be to-inorrow this is : beyond our element: we know no- at court, and they are going to meet him. thing:- Come down, you witch; you hag you, 20

Host. What dukeshould that be, comes so secome down I say.

cretly? I hear not of him in the court: let me 11rs. ford. Nay, good sweet husband ;-good fpeak with the gentlemen; they speak English? gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman. Bard. Sir, I'll call them to you. Enter Fulstaff'inte omen's cloths,led by Mrs.Page. Host. They shall have my borses; but I'll

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give|25| make them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had me your hand.

my houses a week at command; I have turn'd Ford. I'll prat her :- -Out of my doors, you away my other guests: they must come off$; I'!! witch! [Brats him.) you hag, you baggage, you

sauce them:
: come.

[Exeunt, poulcat, you ronyon?! out! 'out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you.

[Exit Fal. 301

SCENE IV. Afrs. Puge. Are you not asham’d?" I think,

Ford's house. you have kill'd the poor woman.

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mirs. Ford. Nay, he will do it:—'Tis a good! credit for you.

Sir Hugh Eruns. Ford. Hang her, witch!

35 Era. 'Tis one of the best discretions of a'omans Eru. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a as ever I did look upon. vitch indeed: I like not when a 'omans has a Page. And did he send you both these letters great peard; I spy a great peard under bis mutiler. at an instant ?

ford. Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. you follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: it 40 Ford. Pardon me, wile: Henceforth do what 1 cry out thus upon no trail', never trust me

thou wilt : when I open again.

I rather will suspect the sun with cold, [stand, Page. Let's obey his humour a little further:- Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy bonour Come, gentlemen.

[Erennt. In him that was of late an heretic, Mrs.Page. Trust me he beat him most pitifully. 45 As firm as faith.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he clid not; Pug. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. he beat him most virpitiully, methought. Be not as extreme in submission,

Mrs. Puge. I'll have the cudgel hallow'd, and As in oitence; hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious ser- But let our plot go forward; let our wives vice.

50 Yet once again, to make us public sport, Mrs. Ford. What think you? may we, with the Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. conscience, pursue him with any further revenge? Ford. There is nobetterwaythan that theyspokeof.

Mrs. P'age. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, Puge. How? to send him word they'll meet him scar'd out of him; if th. devil have him not in feel55

in the park simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I At midnight! fie, fie; he will never come. think, in the way of waste, attempt us again. Eru. You say, he hath been thrown into the

Mirs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we Irivers; and hath peen grievously peaten, as an old have served him?

l'onnan: mcthinks, there should be terrors in him, | Loter. Leman is derived from leef, Dutch, beloved, and man. * Dauberies are disguises. ? Ronyon, applied to a woman, imports much the saine with scull or scab spoken of a man. This expression is borrowed from hunting. Truil is the scent left by the passage of the

To

cry out, is to open or burk, Meaning, there would be no proper catastropbe. That is, they must pay. F%

game.

that

goes, that

that he should not come: methinks; his fiesh is and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the punish’d, he shall have no desires.

knight with

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taber. Page. So think I too.

ford. This will be excellent. I'll go buy them Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him

vizards. when he comes,

Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all And let us two devise to bring him hither.

the fairies, Mrs. Puge. There is an old tal

Finely attired in a robe of white.
Herne the hunter,

Page. That silk will I go buy;-and in that time Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, (Aside. Doth all the winter tiine, at still inidnight, 10 And marry her at Eton.--Go, send to Falstaff Walk round about anoak, with great ragg'd horns;

straight. And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle: Ford, Nay,l'll to him again in the name of Brook: And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come. In a most hideous and dreadful manner: (chain Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us proYou have heard of such a spirit; and well you 15 And trickings for our fairies. [perties The superstitious idle-headed eld? [know, Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleaReceiv'd, and did deliver to our age,

sures, and fery honest kvaveries. This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. [fear

[Erennt Page, Ford, and Erans. Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: 20 Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind. But what of this?

[Erit Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device;- I'll to the doctor; he hath my good-will, That Falstatl' at that oak shall meet with us. And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. We'll send him word to meet us in the field, That Slender, though well-landed, is an ideot; Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. 25 And he my husband best of all atfects : Page. Well

, let it not be doubted but he'll come, The doctor is well-money'd, and his friends And in this shape: When you have brought him Potent at court; he, none but be, shall have her, thither,

Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave What shall be done with him ? what is your plot:

her.

[Exit. Mrs. Page. That likewise we have thought 30

SCENE V. upon, and thus: Nan Page iny daughter, and my little son, [dress

The Garter inn. And there are four more of their growth, we'll

Enter Host and simple. Like urchins', ouphes, and fairies, green and white, Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, |35|thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, Iquick, snap: As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,

Simp. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once

John Falstaff from master Slender. With some diffused song: upon their sight, Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, We two in great amazedness will ny

40 his standing-bed, and truckle-bed'; 'tis painted Then let thein all encircle him aboui,

about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight; new; Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an And ask Dim, why ihat hour of fairy revel, Anthropophaginian* unto thee: Knock, I say. In their so sacred pathis he dares to tread

Simp. There's an old woman, a fat woman, In shape profane

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gone up

into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, Jrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,

sir, 'till she come down: I come to speak with Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound, her, indeed. And burn him with their tapers.

Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be Mrs. Page: The truth being known,

robb’d: I'll call.- -Bully knight! Bully sir We'll all present ourselves : dis-horn the spirit, 50 John! speak from thy lungs military: Art thou And mock him home to Windsor.

there? It is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. Ford. The children must

Falstaff above. Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. Fal. How now, mine host?

Era. I will teach the children their behaviours; Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartaro tarries the "To take, here means to seize or strike with a disease. Meaning, age.

3 Urchin is a hedgelog: but is here used to signify any thing little and dwarfish. Quph is a fairy, or goblin. * Dr. Warburton says, this signifies a song that strikes out into wild sentiments beyond the bounds of natyre, such as those whose subject is fairy land. - Properties are incidental necessaries to a theatre, exclusive of scenes and dresses. To trick, is to dress out. · The usual furniture of chambers in those tiines consisted of a standing bed, under which was a truckle, or running bed. In the former lay the master, and in the latter the servant. . That is, a Cannibal. The Host uses this high-sounding word tv astonish Simple; an effect which he probably likewise means to produce by the word Ühesian, which follows. See the preceding note.

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coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, horses and money. I tell you for good-will, look bully, let her descend; iny chambers are honour- you: you are wise, and fuil of gibes and vlouting. able: Fie! privacy? tie!

stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should be cuEnter Falstaff: zen d: Fare you well.

[Exit. Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman 5

Entor Caius. even now, with me; but she's gone.

Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre? Simp. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and of Brentford

doubtful dilemma. Ful. Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell'; What Cuius, I cannot tell vat is dat: But it is tell-a. Would you with her?

10 me, dat you make a grand preparation for a duke Simp. My master, sir, master Slender, sent to de Jamany : by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de her, seeing her go through the street, to know, sir, couit is know, to come: I tell you for good-vill: whether one Nym, sir, that beguild him of a chain,

adieu.

Erit. had the chain, or 110.

Host. Hue and cry, villain, go! assist me, Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. 15 knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, Simp. And what says she, I pray, sir?

villain! I'm undone!

[Erit, Ful. Marry, she says, that the very same man,

Ful. I would all the world might be cozen'd; that beguil'd master Slender of his chain, cozen'd for I have been cozen'd, and beaten too. If it him of it.

should come to the ear of the court, how I have Simp. I would I could have spoken with the 20 been transform’d, and how my transformation woman herself; Thail other things to have spoken bath been wash'd and cudgeld, they would melt with her too, from him.

me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fisherFal. What are they? let us know.

men's boots with me: I warrant, they would Host. Ay, come; quick.

whip me with their tine wits, till I were as crestSimp. I may not conceal them, sir, 25 taln as a dry'd pear. I never prosper'd since ! Fal. Conceal them, or thou dy'st.

foreswore niyselt at Primero'. Well, if my wind Simp. Why, sir, they were nothing but about were but long enough to say my prayers, l' would mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my mas.

repent. ter's fortune to have her, or nu.

Enter Mistress Quickly. Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

30 Now! whence came you? Simp. What, sir?

Quick. From the two parties, for oth. Fal. To have her or no: Go; say the wo- Ful. The devil take one party, and his dam the man told me so.

other, and so they shall be both bestow'd! I have Simp. May I be so bold to say so, sir? suster'd more for their sakes, more, than the vilfal. Ay, sir Tike: like who inore bold. 35 lainous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to

Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my bear. master glad with these tidings. [Erit Simple. Quic. And have not they sufferd? yes, I war

Host. Thou art clerkly’, thou art clerkly, sir rant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, John: Was there a wise woman with thee? good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that 40 cannot see a white spot about her. hath taught me more wit than ever I learn'd be- Ful. What tell'st thou me of black and blue? fore in my lite; and I paid nothing for it neither, I was beaten myself into all the colours of the but was paid for my learning.

rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for Enter Bardolph.

the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! merecozenage: 45 exterity of wit, counterfeiting the action of an

Host. Where be my horses! speak well of them, old woman, deliverd me, the knave constable varletto,

had set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, Bard. Run away with the cozeners: for so soon Hor a witch. as I came beyond Laton, they threw me otl, from Quic. Sir, let me speak with you in your chambehind one of thein, in a slough of mire; and set 50%ber: you shall hear how things go; and, I warspurs, and away, like three German devils, three rant, to your content. Here is a letter will say Doctor Faustus's.

somewhat. Good hearts, what ado is here to Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, vil- bring you together ! sure one of you does not lain: do not say, they are fled; Germans are ho- serve heaven well, that you are so cross’d. pest men.

Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Ereunt. Enter Sir Hugh Erans. Eca. Where is mine host?

SCENE VI. Host. What is the matter, sir?

Entog. Fenton and Host. Edu. Ilavea care of your entertainments: there Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my is a friend of mine come to town, telts me, there 60 mind is lieavy, I will give over all. is three couzin-germans, that has cozen'd all the Fent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of

purpose, Falstaff probably calls Simple mussel-shell, froin his standing with his mouth open.

? That is, scholar-like. A game at cards.

And

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