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Anne. I come to him.-- This is my father's choice. And as I find her, so am I affected. 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
'Till then, farewell, sir : she must needs go in ; Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! Her father will be angry. [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne.
Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress.-Farewell, Nan. you, a word with you.
Quick. This is my doing, now.-Nay, said I, will Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy! thou hadst you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician ? a father,
look on master Fenton. This is my doing. Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne: my uncle can Fent. I thank thee ; and I pray thee, once to-night tell you good jests of him.-Pray you, uncle, tell mis- Give my sweet Nan this ring. There's for thy pains. tress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out
(Exit. of a pen, good uncle.
Quick. Now, heaven send thee good fortune! A Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
kind heart he hath : a woman would run through fire Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman and water for such a kind heart. But yet I would my in Gloucestershire.
master had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. had her; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have the degree of a 'squire.
promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speShal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds ciously for master Fenton. Well, I must of another jointure.
errand to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses : Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. what a beast am I to slack it. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for
SCENE V.--A Room in the Garter Inn. that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
Enter Falstaff and BARDOLPH.
[Stands back. Anne. Now, master Slender.
Fal. Bardolph, I say ! Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.
Bard. Here, sir. Anne. What is your will ?
Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Slen. My will ? od's heartlings! that's a pretty jest, [Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, indeed. I ne'er made my will yet, I thank' heaven ; I like a barrow of butcher's offal, and to be thrown in am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick,
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with I'll have my brains ta'en out, and buttered, and give me ?
them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or slighted me into the river with as little remorse as nothing with you. Your father, and my uncle, have they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies, fifmade motions : if it be my luck, so; if not, happy teen i' the litter; and you may know by my size, that man be his dole! They can tell you how things go, I have a kind of alacrity in sinking : 'if the bottom better than I can : you may ask your father; here he were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been
drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a Enter Page and Mistress Page.
death that I abhor, for the water swells a man, and Page. Now, master Slender !— Love bim, daughter what a thing should I have been, when I had been Anne.
swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy. Why, how now! what does master Fenton here ?
Re-enter BARDOLPH, with the Wine. You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.
you. Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames Mrs. Page.
Good master Fenton, come not to my water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed child.
snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Page. She is no match for you.
Bard. Come in, woman. Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
Enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Page.
No, good master Fenton.- Quick. By your leave.—I cry you mercy : give your Come, master Shallow ;-come, son Slender; in.- worship good-morrow. Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. Fal. Take away these chalices. Go, brew me a
(Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. pottle of sack finely. Quick. Speak to mistress Page.
Bard. With eggs, sir? Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my daughter
brewage.- [Exit BardolPH.]—How now? In such a righteous fashion as I do,
Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, mistress Ford. I must advance the colours of my love,
Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: I And not retire : let me have your good will.
was thrown into the ford; I have my belly full of ford. Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fool.
fault : she does so take on with her men; they mistook Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better hus- their erection. band.
Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's Quick. That's my master, master doctor.
promise. Anne. Alas! I had rather be set quick i’ the earth, Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would And bowl'd to death with turnips.
yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself. Good inorning a birding: she desires you once more to come master Fenton,
to her between eight and nine. I must carry her word I will not be your friend, nor enemy:
quickly: she'll make you amends, I warrant you. My daughter will I question how she loves you, Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her
think, what a man is : let her consider his frailty, and lane: they took me on their shoulders ; met the jealous then judge of my merit.
knave, their master, in the door, who asked them once Quick. I will tell her.
or twice what they had in their basket. I quaked for Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say’st thou ? fear, lest the lunatic knave would have searched it ; Quick. Eight and nine, sir.
but fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.
hand. Well; on went he for a search, and away went Quick. Peace be with you, sir.
[Exit. I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook : Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook : he sent I suffered the pangs of three several deaths : first, an me word to stay within. I like his money well. 0! intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten here he comes.
bell-wether: next, to be compassed, like a good bilbo, Enter Ford.
in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to Ford. Bless you, sir.
head: and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distilFal. Now, master Brook ; you come to know what lation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their own hath passed between me and Ford's wife?
grease : think of that, ,-a man of my kidney,—think of Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. that; that am as subject to heat, as butter ; a man of
Fal. Master Brook, I will not lie to you. I was at continual dissolution and thaw: it was a miracle, to her house the hour she appointed me.
'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, Ford. And sped you, sir ?
when I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook.
Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, Ford. How so, sir? Did she change her determi- glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse shoe ; think of nation?
that,—hissing hot,—think of that, master Brook. Fal. No, master Brook ; but the peaking cornuto Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a continual sake you have suffered all this. My suit, then, is deslarum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our perate; you'll undertake her no more? encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Ætna, as I and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither husband is this morning gone a birding : I have reproroked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, ceived from her another embassy of meeting ; 'twixt to search his house for his wife's love.
eight and nine is the hour, master Brook. Ford. What! while you were there?
Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. Fal. While I was there.
Fal. Is it?' I will then address me to my appointFord. And did he search for you, and could not find ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you?
you shall know how I speed, and the conclusion shall Fol. You shall hear. As good luck would have it, be crowned with your enjoying her : adieu. You shall comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of have her, master Brook; master Brook, you shall Ford's approach ; and by her invention, and Ford's cuckold Ford.
Exit. wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a buck-basket. Ford. Hum : ha! is this a vision ? is this a dream? Ford. A buck-basket!
do I sleep? Master Ford, awake! awake, master Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in Ford! there's a hole made in your best coat, master with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, and Ford. This 'tis to be married: this 'tis to have linen, greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the and buck-baskets.- Well, I will proclaim myself what rankest compound of villainous smell, that ever of- I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house : fended nostril.
he cannot 'scape me ; 'tis impossible he should : he Ford. And how long lay you there?
cannot creep into a half-penny purse, nor into a pepperFal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have box; but, lest the devil that guides him should aid suffered, to bring this woman to evil for your good. him, I will search impossible places. Though what I Being thus crainmed in the basket, a couple of Ford's am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their mistress, not make me tame : if I have horns to make me mad, to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet- I let the proverb go with me, I'll be horn mad. (Exit.
Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son
profits nothing in the world at his book : I pray you, Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. QUICKLY, and WILLIAM,
ask him some questions in his accidence. Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, think'st Eva. Come hither, William : hold up your head ; thou?
Quick. Sure, he is, by this, or will be presently; but Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah: hold up your head; truly, he is very courageous mad about his throwing answer your master, be not afraid. into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come Eva. William, how many numbers is in nouns? suddenly.
Will. Two. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by: I'll but Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one number bring my young man here to school. Look, where his more, because they say, od's nouns. naster comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see.
Eva. Peace your tattlings !- What is fair, William ? Enter Sir Hugh Evans.
Will. Pulcher. How now, sir Hugh! no school to-day?
Quick. Pole-cats ! there are fairer things than poleEca. No; master Slender is get the boys leave to cats, sure. play.
Eva. You are a very simplicity 'oman: I pray you, Quick. Blessing of his heart !
peace.- What is lapis, William?
Will. A stone.
Mrs. Ford. No, certainly.—[ Aside.] Speak louder. Eva. And what is a stone, William ?
Mrs. Page. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody Will. A pebble.
here. Eva. No, it is lapis: I pray you remember in your Mrs. Ford. Why? prain.
Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old Will. Lapis.
lunes again : he so takes on yonder with my husband; Eva. That is good, William. What is he, William, so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's that does lend articles ?
daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun ; and be himself on the forehead, crying, “ Peer-out, Peer-out!” thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc. that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tame
Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog ;-pray you, mark: ness, civility, and patience, to this distemper he is in genitivo, hujus. Well, what is your accusative case ? I am glad the fat knight is not here. Will. Accusativo, hinc.
Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child : Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was accusativo, hing, hang, hog:
carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant you. basket: protests to my husband he is now here, and
Eva. Leave your prabbles, 'oman.—What is the hath drawn him and the rest of their company from focative case, William?
their sport, to make another experiment of his susWill. (—vocativo, 0.
picion. But I am glad the knight is not here; now Eva. Remember, William; focative is, caret. he shall see his own foolery. Quick. And that's a good root.
Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? Eva. 'Oman, forbear.
Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end : he will be here Mrs. Page. Peace! Eva. What is your genitive case plural, William ? Mrs. Ford. I am undone! the knight is here. Will. Genitive case ?
Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, and Eva. Ay.
he's but a dead man.
What a woman are you !Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum.
Away with him, away with him: better shame, than Quick. Vengeance of Jenny's case ! fie on her!
-murder. Never name ber, child, if she be a whore.
Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I Eva. For shame, 'oman!
bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again? Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words.
Re-enter Falstaff in fright. He teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I fast enough of themselves; and to call horum,-fie not go out, ere he come? upon you !
Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no under- watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out; standings for thy cases, and the numbers and the gen- otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what ders ? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I make you here? would desires.
Fal. What shall I do!—I'll creep up into the chimMrs. Page. Pr’ythee hold thy peace.
ney. Eva. Show me now, William, some declensions of Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge their your pronouns.
birding-pieces. Creep into the kiln-hole. Will. Forsooth, I have forgot.
Fal. Where is it? Eva. It is qui, quæ, quod ; if you forget your quis, Mrs. Ford. He will seek there, on my word. Neither your quæs, and your quods, you must be preeches. press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an Go your ways, and play; go.
abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar, than I thought to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the
house. Eva. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, mis- Fal. I'll go out, then. tress Page.
Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semblance, Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Hugh.] you die, sir John. Unless you go out disguised, Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay too long. (Exeunt. Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him? SCENE II.--A Room in Ford's House.
Mrs. Page. Alas the day! I know not. There is Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Ford.
no woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he
might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my escape. sufferance. I see, you are obsequious in your love, Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not only, rather than a mischief. Mrs. Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brentaccoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But ford, has a gown above. are you sure of your husband now?
Mrs. Page. On my word it will serve him; she's as Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat, and her
Mrs. Page. [Within.] What hoa ! gossip Ford ! what muffler too.-Run up, sir John. hoa!
Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John: mistress Page Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir Sohn. and I will look some linen for your head.
[Exit Falstaff. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick: we'll come dress you Enter Mrs. Page.
straight; put on the gown the while. [Exit Falstaff. Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart! who's at home Mrs. Ford. I would, my husband would meet him besides yourself?
in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Brentford; he swears, she's a witch; forbade her my Mrs. Page. Indeed?
house, and hath threatened to beat her.
Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's Eva, Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow cudgel, and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies. Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?
Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for. Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain. the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. Ford. Help to search my house this one time : if I
Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with let me for ever be your table-sport; let them say of it, as they did last time.
me, “As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's for his wife's leman.” Satisfy me once more; once go dress him like the witch of Brentford.
more search with me. Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall Mrs. Ford. What hoa! mistress Page! come you, do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen for him and the old woman, down; my husband will come into straight.
[Exit. the chamber. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot Ford. Old woman! What old woman's that? misuse him enough.
Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of BrentWe'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, ford. Wives may be merry, and yet honest too :
Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! We do not act, that often jest and laugh;
Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of "Tis old but true, “Still swine eat all the draff.” errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not
[Exit. know what's brought to pass under the profession of Re-enter Mrs. Ford, with two Servants. fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, by Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on your the figure, and such daubery as this is; beyond our shoulders : : your master is hard at door; if he bid you element: we know nothing.—Come down, you witch, set it down, obey him. Quickly; despatch. [Exit. you hag you; come down I say. 1 Serv. Come, come, take it up.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband.—Good gen2 Sero. Pray heaven, be not full of knight again. tlemen, let him not strike the old woman. 1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead. Enter Falstaff in Women's Clothes, led by Mrs. Page. Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, Caius, and Sir Hugh Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat; come, give me your Evans.
hand. Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have Ford. I'll prat her.-Out of my door, you witch! you any way then to unfool me again ?-Set down the [beats him] you rag, you baggage, you polecat, you basket, villains.—Somebody call my wife.—Youth in a ronyon! out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell you. basket!— you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a
[Exit Falstaff. ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you devil be shamed.- What, wife, I say! Come, come have killed the poor woman. forth: behold what honest clothes you send forth to Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it.— 'Tis a goodly credit bleaching. | Page. Why, this passes ! Master Ford, you are not Ford. Hang her, witch ! to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned.
Eva. By yea and nay, I think, the 'oman is a witch | Era. Why, this is lunatics: this is mad as a mad indeed : I like not when a 'oman has a great peard; I dog.
spy a great peard under her muffler. Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; indeed. Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech you, Enter Mrs. FORD.
follow : see but the issue of my jealousy. If I cry out Ford. So say I too, sir.—Come hither, mistress Ford; thus upon no trail, never trust me when I open again. mistress Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the Page. Let's obey his humour a little farther. Come, virtuous creature, that hath the jealous fool to her gentlemen. [Exeunt Ford, Page, SHALLOW, and Evans. husband. I suspect without cause, mistress, do I? Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most pitifully.
Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, if you Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he suspect me in any dishonesty.
beat him most unpitifully, methought. Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.-Come Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hung forth, sirrah. [Pulls the Clothes out, and throws them o'er the altar: it hath done meritorious service. all over the stage.
Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the Page. This passes !
warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good conMrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the clothes science, pursue him with any farther revenge ? alone.
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared Ford. I shall find you anon.
out of him : if the devil have him not in fee simple, Era. 'Tis unreasonable. Will you take up your with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the sife's clothes ? Come away.
way of waste, attempt us again. Ford. Empty the basket, I say.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we have Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,
served him? Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape conveyed out of my house yesterday in this basket: the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can why may not he be there again? In my house I am find in their hearts the poor unvirtuous fat knight store he is: my intelligence is true ; my jealousy is shall be any farther afflicted, we two will still be the reasonable.- Pluck me out all the linen.
ministers. Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall die a Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him publicly Sea's death.
[All Clothes thrown out. shamed, and, methinks, there would be no period to Page. Here's no man.
the jest. Should he not be publicly shamed ! Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford; Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it, then shape
it: I would not have things cool.
this wrongs you.
SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
What shall be done with him ? what is your plot ? Enter Host and BARDOLPH.
Mrs. Page. That likewise bave we thought upon, and
thus. Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your Nan Page my daughter, and my horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at court, And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress and they are going to meet him.
Like urchins, ouphes, and fairies, green and white, Host. What duke should that be, comes so secretly? With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, I hear not of him in the court. Let me speak with And rattles in their hands. Upon a sudden, the gentlemen; they speak English ?
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met, Bard. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.
Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once Host. They shall have my horses, but I'll make With some diffused song: upon their sight, them pay; I'll sauce them: they have had my house We two in great amazedness will fly: a week at comm
mand; I have turned away my other Then, let them all encircle him about, guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them. Come. And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight;
[Exeunt. And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel, SCENE IV.-A Room in Ford's House. In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
In shape profane.
Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,
Let the supposed fairies pinch him soundly,
The truth being known, Page. And did he send you both these letters at an We'll all present ourselves, dis-horn the spirit, instant ?
And mock him home to Windsor. Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
The children must Ford. Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. wilt;
Eva. I will teach the children their behaviours; and I rather will suspect the sun with cold,
I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight Than thee with wantonness : now doth thy honour with my taber. stand,
Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them vizards. In him that was of late a heretic,
Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the As firm as faith.
fairies, Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
Finely attired in a robe of white. Be not as extreme in submission,
Page. That silk will I go buy ;-[Aside.] and in As in offence;
that time But let our plot go forward : let our wives
Shall master Slender steal
away, Yet once again, to make us public sport,
And marry her at Eton. (To them.] Go, send to Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Falstaff straight. Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook;
Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of. He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come.
Page. How? to send him word they'll meet him in Mrs. Page. Fear not you that. Go, get us properties, the park at midnight? fie, fie! he'll never come. And tricking for our fairies.
Eva. You see, he has been thrown into the rivers, Eva. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures, and and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman : me- fery honest knaveries. thinks, there should be terrors in him, that he should
[Exeunt Page, FORD, and Evans. not.come; methinks, his flesh is punished, he shall Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, have no desires.
Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind. Page. So think I too.
[Exit Mrs. FORD. Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when he I'll to the doctor: he hath my good will, comes,
And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. And let us two devise to bring him thither.
That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot ; Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne And him my husband best of all affects : the hunter,
The doctor is well money'd, and his friends Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Potent at court: he, none but he, shall have her, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,
Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her. Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns;
[Exit. And there he blasts the trees, and takes the cattle;
SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Host and SIMPLE.
skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap. Received, and did deliver to our age,
Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John FalThis tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
staff from master Slender. Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak. standing-bed, and truckle-bed : 'tis painted about with But what of this?
the story of the prodigal, fresh and new. Go, knock Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our devise; and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian unto That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,
thee : knock, I say. Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, into his chamber: I'll be so bold as stay, sir, till she And in this shape : when you have brought him thither, come down; I come to speak with her, indeed.