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dwells one mistress Quickly, which is in the Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the manner of his nurse, or his dry nurse, or his rule of her husband's purse; she hath legions cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his of angels.* wringer.
Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, Simp. Well, Sir.
boy, say I. Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:give her this Nym. The humour rises ; it is good : humour letter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's ac- me the angels. quaintance with mistress Anne Page; and the Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and letter is, to desire and require her to solicit here another to Page's wife; who even now your master's desires to mistress Anne Page: gave me good eyes too, examin’d my parts I pray you, be gone; I will make an end of my with most judicious eyliads : sometimes the dinner; there's pippins and cheese to come. beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes
[Ereunt. my portly belly. SCENE III.A room in the Garter Inn.
Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine. Enter FALSTAFF, Host,' BARDOLPH, NYM,
Nym. I thank thee for that humour.
Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors
with such a greedy intention, that the appetite Fal. Mine host of the Garter,-
of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak burning glass! Here's another letter to her; scholarly, and wisely.
she bears the purse too; she is a region in Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheatert some of my followers.
to them both, and they shall be exchequers to Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let me; they shall be my East and West Indies, them ag; trot, trot.
and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.
this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will and Pheezar, I will entertain Bardolph; he thrive. shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, bully Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, Hector ?
And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take Fal. Do so, good mine host.
all! Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take see thee froth, and lime: I am at a word; fol- the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of low.
(Exit Host. reputation. Fal. Bardolph, follow him; a tapster is a Fal. Hold, sirrah, (to Rob.) bear you these good trade: An old cloak makes a new jerkin; letters tightly ; a withered servingman, fresh tapster: Go; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.adieu.
Rogues, hence avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will
(Exit Bard. Trudge, plod, away, o'the hoof; seek shelter, Pist. O base Gongarian* wight! wilt thou Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, the spigot wield?
French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted Nym. He was gotten drink: Is not the
page. (Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. humour conceited? His mind is not heroic, Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd and there's the humour of it.
and fullam holds, Fal. I am glad, I am so acquit of this tinder- And high and low beguile the rich and poor: box; his thests were too open: his filching was Tester|| I'll have in pouch,when thou shalt lack, like an unskilful singer, he kept not time. Base Phrygian Turk!
Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a mi- Nym. I have operations in my head, which nute's rest.
be humours of revenge. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; Pist. Wilt thou revenge? a ficot for the phrase !
Nym. By welkin, and her star!
Nym. With both the humours, I :
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, Pist. Young ravens must have food.
How Falstaff, varlet vile, Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? His dove will prove, his gold will hola, Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
And his soft couch defile. Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will inam about.
cense Page to deal with poison; I will possess Pist. Two yards, and more.
him with yellowness,** for the revolt of mien Fal. No quips now, Pistol ; indeed I am in is dangerous: that is my true humour. the waist two yards about: but I am now Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I second thee; troop on.
(Exeunt do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy SCENE IV.A Room in Dr. Caius' House. entertainment in her; she discourses, she Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can
Quick. What; John Rugby!--I pray thee, construe the action of her familiar style;
and go to the casement, and see if you can see my the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be Eng- master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, lish'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstafos.
i’faith, and find any body in the house, here Pist. He hath studied her well, and trans- will be an old abusing of God's patience, and lated her well; out of honesty into English. the king's English. Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour
* Gold coin. † Escheatour, an officer in the Exchequer. Cleverly.
Il Sixpence I'll have in pocket. * For Hungarian
Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit Rugby. closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come
Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon in my closet. at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to servant shall come in house withal ; and, 1 me from parson Hugh. warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate :* Caius. Vell. his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to is something peevisht that way: but nobody Quick. Peace, I pray you. but has his fault;-but let that pass. Peter Caius. Peace-a your tongue :--Speak-a your Simple, you say your name is?
tale. Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your Quick. And master Slender's your master? maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Sim. Ay, forsooth.
Page for my master, in the way of marriage. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er like a glover's paring knife ?
put my finger in the fire, and need not. Sim. No forsooth: he hath but a little wee Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?--Rugby, bailface, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-col- les me some paper :- Tarry you a little-a while. oured beard.
[Writes. Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tallf a man been thoroughly moved, you should have heard of his hands, as any is between this and his him so loud, and so melancholy ;-But nothead; he hath fought with a warrener. withstanding, man, I'll do your master what
Quick. How say you?-0, I should remem- good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the ber him? Does he not hold up his head, as it French Doctor, my master,-I may call him my were? and strut in his gait?
master, look you, for I keep his house ; and I Sim. Yes, indeed does he.
wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no drink, make the beds, and do all myself ;worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one will do what I can for you master: Anne is body's hand. a good girl, and I wish
Quick. Are you avis' o' that? you shall Re-enter RUGBY.
find it a great charge: and to be up early, and
down late ;-but notwithstanding, (to tell you Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent :|| Run in here, master himself is in love with mistress Anne
in your ear; I would have no words of it;) my good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Page: but notwithstanding that, I know SIMPLE in the closet. He will not stay long.
Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there. What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say! -Go, John, go inquire for my master ; I doubt Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge : I vill cut
Caius. You jack’nape; give-a dis letter to he be not well, that he comes not home and his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy doren, doron, adown-a, &c.
jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make: --you Enter Doctor Caius.
may be gone ; it is not good you tarry here: Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese by gar, I vill cut all his two stones ; by gar, he toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. un boitier eerd; a box, a green-a box; Do in
[Exit SIMPLE. tend vat I speak? a green-a box.
Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am Caius. It is no matter-a for dat :-do not you glad he went not in himself; if he had found tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for mythe young man, he would have been horn-mad. self?-by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and
(Aside. I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to Caius. Fe, fe fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. measure our weapon :-by gar, I vill myself Je m'en rais à la Cour,- la grand affaire. have Anne Page. Quick. Is it this, Sir?
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; De- be well: we must give folks leave to prate : peche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave, Rugby? What, the good-jer !* Quick. What, John Rugby! John!
Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me;Rug. Here, Sir.
By gar, if I have not Ame Page, I shall turn Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are your head out of my door :-Follow my heels, Jack Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and Rugby. [Exeunt Caius and KUGBY. come after my heel to de court.
Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch. own. No, I know Anne's inind for that: never
Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long :-Od's a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's me ! Qu'ay.j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my mind than I do; nor can do more than I do closet, dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave with her, I thank heaven. behind.
Fent. (Within.] Who's within there, ho? Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the there, and be mad.
house, I pray you. Caius. O diable, diable ! vat is in my closet?
Enter FENTON. Villany? larron! (Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier.
Fent. How now, good woman; how dost
thou? Quick. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be contentea?
Quick. The better, that it pleases your good Quick. The young man is an honest man.
worship to ask. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my Anne ?
Feni. What news? how does pretty mistresy * Strife. | Foolish Brave. The keeper of a warren. Il Scolded, reprimanded.
* The goujere, what the por:
Quick. In truth, Sir, and she is pretty, and Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, you. You look very ill. I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I for it.
have to show to the contrary. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. Shall I not lose my suit?
Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet, I say, I Quick. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above: could show you-to the contrary: 0, mistress but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be Page, give me soine counsel ! sworn on a book, she loves you :-Have not Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman? your worship a wart above your eye?
Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? trifling respect, I could come to such honour!
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tail ;-good Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the faith, it is such another Nan but, I detest,* honour: What is it?-dispense with trian honest maid as ever broke bread :-We had fles ;-what is it? an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never laugh Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an but in that maid's company?-But, indeed, she eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. is given too much to allichollyt and musing: Mrs. Page. What?—thou liest -Sir Alice But for you-Well, go to.
Ford! - These knights will hack; and so Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, thou shouldst not alter the article of thy genthere's money for thee; let me have thy voice try, in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, com- Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light:-here, read, mend me
read ;-perceive how I might be knighted. I Quick. Will I? i'faith, that we will : and I shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I will tell your worship more of the wart, the have an eye to make difference of men's next time we have confidence; and of other liking: And yet he would not swear; praised wooers.
women's modesty : and gave such orderly and Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that
(Exit. I would have sworn his disposition would have Quick. Farewell to your worship.—Ī'ruly, gone to the truth of his words : but they do no an honest gentleman; but Anne loves him not; more adhere and keep place together, than the for I know Anne's mind as well as another does : hundreth Psalm to the tune of Green sleeves, -Out upon't! what have I forgot? (Exit! What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with ACT II.
so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at
Windsor? How shall I be revenged on him? SCENE I.—Before Page's House.
I think, the best way were to entertain him Enter Mistress Page, with a letter.
with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have mel. Mrs. Page. What! have l’scaped love-letters ted him in his own grease.Did you ever hear in the holly-day time of my beauty, and am I the like? now a subject for them? Let me see: [Reads. Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the Ask me no reason why I love you ; for though
name of Page and Ford differs !—To thy great love use reason for his precisian, I he admits him comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's not for his counsellor : You are not young, no inherit first; for, I protest, mine never shall.
the twin-brother of thy letter : but let thine more am 1; go to then, there's sympathy: you I warrant, he hath a thousand of these letters, are merry, so am I; Ha! ha! then there's morc sympathy: you love suck, and so do I; Would writ with blank space for different names, you desire better sympathy? Let it suffice thee, sure more,) and these are of the second edimistress Page, (at the least, if the love of a sol- tion : He will print them out of doubt : for he dier can suffice,) that I love thee. I will not cares not what he puts into the press, when he say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase ; but i would put us two. I had rather be a giantess,
and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find say, love me. By me. Thine own true knight,
you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste By day or night,
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
almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesWhat a Herod of Jewry is this?-0 wicked,
ty. I'll entertain myself like one that I am wicked, world !-one that is well nigh worn not acquainted withal ; for, sure, unless he to pieces with age, to show himself a young know some strain in me, that I know not mygallant! What an unweighed behaviour hath self, he would never have boarded me in this this Flemish drunkard picked (with the devil's
fury. name) out of my conversation, that he dares in
Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it? I'll be this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been sure to keep him above deck. thrice in my company - What should I say to
Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under him?-I was then frugal of my mirth :-heaven hatches, l’ii never to sea again. Let's be reforgive me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the venged on him : let us appoint him a meeting ; parliament for the putting down of men. How
give him a show of comfort in his suit; and shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will lead him on with a fine baited delay, till he be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings.
hath pawn’d his horses to mine Host of the Enter Mistress FORD.
Garter. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any going to your house.
villany against him, that may not sully the
chariness* of our honesty. O, that my hus* She means, I protest. † Melancholy. Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician.
my go thou,
band saw this letter! it would give eternal Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have food to his jealousy.
an hour's talk with you. Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes ; (Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Mrs. and my good man too: he's as far from jea
QUICKLY. lousy, as I am from giving him cause; and Page. How now, master Ford ? that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance. Ford. You heard what this knave told me;
Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. did you not?
Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against Page. Yes; and you heard what the other this greasy knight : Come hither. (They retire. told me? Enter FORD, PISTOL, PAGE and, Nym. Ford. Do you think there is truth in them?
Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the Ford. Well, I hope, it be not so. Pist. Hope is a curtail* dog in some affairs : him in his intent towards our wives, are a
knight would offer it: but these that accuse Sir John affects thy wife. Ford. Why, Sir, my wife is not young.
yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now Pist. He wooes both high and low, both they be out of service: rich and poor,
Ford. Were they his men?
Page. Marry, were they.
Ford. I like it never the better for that
Poge. Ay, marry, does he. If he should inLike Sir Actæon he, with Ringwood at thy of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.
turn her loose to him; and what he gets more 0, odious is the name!
Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I Ford. What name, Sir?
would be loath to turn them together: A man Pist. The horn, I say: Farewell. Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo- lie on my head : I cannot be thus satisfied.
may be too confident: I would have nothing birds do sing.-
Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Away, Sir corporal Nym.
Garter comes : there is either liquor in his pate, Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.
or money in his purse, when he looks so merFord. I will be patient; I will find out this.
rily.---How now, mine host? Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not
Enter Host and SHALLOW. the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in Host. How now, bully-rook? thou’rt a gensome humours; I should have borne the hu- tleman: cavalero-justice, I say. moured letter to her; but I have a sword, and
Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.---Good it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves even, and twenty, good master Page! Master your wife; there's the short and the long. My Page, will you go with us? we have sport in name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch. hand. "Tis true :-my name is Nym, and Falstaff Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him loves your wife.-Adieu! I love not the humour bully-rook. of bread and cheese ; and there's the humour
Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, beof it. Adieu.
(Exit Nym. tween Sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a the French doctor. fellow frights humour out of its wits.
Ford, Good mine host o'the Garter, a word Ford. I will seek out Falstaff. Page. I never heard such a drawling, affect- Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook ? ing rogue.
[They go aside. Ford. If I do find it, well.
Shal. Will you [10 PAGE] go with us to bePage. I will not believe such a Cataian, hold it? my merry host hath had the measurtho' the priest o' the town commended him ing of their weapons; and, I think, he hath apfor a true man.
pointed them contrary places : for, believe me, Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well. (i hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will Page. How now, Meg?
tell you what our sport shall be. Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George? Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight,
my guest-cavalier Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why Ford. None, I protest : but I'll give you a art thou melancholy?
pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy.-- and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a Get you home, go.
jest. Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have in thy head now.--Will you go, mistress Page? egress and regress; said I well? and thy name
Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come to shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.---Will dinner, George !--Look, who comes yonder : you go on, hearts ? she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. Shal. Have with you, mine host. (.Aside to Mrs. Ford.
Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath Enter Mistress QUICKLY.
good skill in his rapier. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her:
Shal. Tut, Sir, I could have told you more: she'll fit it.
In these times you stand on distance, your Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daugh- passes, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis ter Ame?
the heart, master page; 'tis here, 'tis here. ! Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does have seen the time, with my long sword, I good mistress Anne?
would have made you four tall* fellows skip
like rats. • A dog that misses his game. † A medley. 1 Consider A lying sharper,
* Stout, bold.
Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag?
Fal. Well, on : Mistress Ford, you say, Page. Have with you :---I had rather hear Quick. Your worship says very true; I pray them scold than fight.
your worship, come a little nearer this ways. (Exeunt Host, SAALLOW, and Page. Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears ;-mine Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and own people, mine own people. stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I can- Quick. Are they so ? Heaven bless them, and not put off my opinion so easily : She was in make them his servants ! his company at Page's house; and, what they Fal. Well : mistress Ford:-what of her? made* there, I know not. Well, I will look Quick. Why, Sir, she's a good creature. further into't: and I have a disguise to sound Lord, lord ! your worship’s a wanton : Well, Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray! labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well Fal. Mistress Ford ;--come, mistress Ford, bestowed.
Exit. Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long SCENE II.---A Room in the Garter Inn.
of it; you have brought her into such a cana
ries,* as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of Enter FALSTAFF and PISTOL.
them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.
never have brought her to such a canary. Yet Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster, there has been knights, and lords, and gentleWhich I with sword will open..-
men, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach I will retort the sum in equipage.t
after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, smelling so sweetly, (all musk,) and so rushyou should lay my countenance to pawu: 1 ling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and in have grated upon my good friends for three re- such alligant terms; and in such wine and suprieves for you and your coach fellowf Nym; gar of the best, and the fairest, that would have or else you had looked through the grate like won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, they could never get an eye-wink of her. for swearing to gentlemen my friends, you were I had myself twenty angels given me this good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mis- morning : but I defy'all angels, (in any such tress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't sort, as they say,) but in the way of honesty :upon mine honour, thou hadst it not.
and, I warrant you, they could never get her Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of fifteen pence?
them all : and yet there has been earls, nay, Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : Think'st which is more, pensioners ; but, I warrant you, thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word, all is one with her. hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my you :-g0.-A short knife and a throng ;'-to good she Mercury. your manor of Pickt-hatch|| go.—You'll not
Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter; bear a letter for me, you rogue !-you stand for the which she thanks you a thousand times; upon your honour –Why, thou unconfinable and she gives you to notify, that her husband baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the will be absence from his house between ten terms of my honour precise. I, I, I myself and eleven. sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the Fal. Ten and eleven? left hand, and hiding mine honour in my ne- Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may cessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to come and see the picture, she says, that you lurch ; and yet you, rogue, will esconcel your wott of;-master Ford, her husband, will be rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lat- from home. Alas! the sweet woman leads an tice** phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, ill life with him ; he's a very jealousy man; she under the shelter of your honour! You will leads a very frampoldf life with him, good not do it, you?
heart. Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more Fal. Ten and eleven: Woman commend me of man?
to her; I will not fail her. Enter ROBIN.
Quick. Why, you say well : But I have anRob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with other messenger to your worship : Mistress you.
Page hath her hearty commendations to you Fal. Let her approach.
too ;-and let me tell you in your ear, she's at Enter Mistress QUICKLY.
fartuous a civil modest wife, and one (I tell
you) that will not miss your morning nor evenQuick. Give your worship good-morrow. ing prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be Fal. Good-morrow, good wife,
the other : and she bade me tell your worship, Quick. Not so, an't please your worship. that her husband is seldom from home; but, Fal. Good maid, then.
she hopes, there will come a time. I never Quick. I'll be sworn ; as my mother was, the knew a woman so dote upon a man ; surely, I first hour I was born.
think you have charms, la ; yes, in truth. Fal. I do believe the swearer : What with
Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction
of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a Quick. Blessing on your heart for't! word or two?
Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this : has Ford's Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other vouchsafe thee the hearing.
how they love me? Quick. There is one mistress Ford, Sir ;-) Quick. That were a jest, indeed !--they have pray, come a little nearer this ways :-I myself not so little grace, I hope :—that were a trick, dwell with master doctor Caius.
indeed! But mistress Page would desire you * Did. † Pay you again in stolen goods.
to send her your little page of all loves ; her # Draws along with you. To cut purses in a crowd. husband has a marvellous infection to the little !! Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell.
* A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for qunndarics. ** Ale-house.
† Know. # Fretful, peevish. By all means.