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Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the buck! Buck, buck, buck? ay, buck; I war

rant you, buck; and of the season too, it shall aphim by a

pear. (Exeunt Servants with the basket.] Gentle.

† have dreamed to-night ; I'll tell you my dream. Here, here, here be my keys: ascend my chambers, search, seek, find out': I'll warrant, we'll unkennel the fox :- Let me stop this way first So, now, uncape.

Page. Good master Ford, be contented : you wrong yourself too much.

Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen.

(Exit. Eva. This is. fery fantastical humours, and jeaee; beplousies.

Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it is not jealous in France.

Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the issue of his search. (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius.

Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in this?

Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, that my husband is deceived, or sir John. Mrs. Page. What a

taking was he in, when your husband asked who was in the basket ! Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need

so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.

Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would, all of the same strain were in the same distress.

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Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.

Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine,

Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to be. tray him to another punishment ?

Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for tomorrow eight o'clock, to have amends.

Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans.

Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave bragged of that he could not compass.

Mrs. Page. Heard you that?

Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace ;-You use me well, master Ford, do you?

Ford. Ay, I do so.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your thoughts ??

Ford. Amen.

Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, master Ford.

Ford. Ay, ay ; I must bear it.

Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment!

Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Page. Fie, tie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagina. tion? I would not have your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle.

Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it.

Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five" thousand, and five hundred too.

Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.

Ford. Well ;-- I promised you a dinner :-Come, come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I have done this.-Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.

Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: shall it be so? Ford. Any thing Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company

Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de tird.

Eva. In your teeth: for shame. Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.

Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes and his mockeries.





SCENE IV.-A room in Page's house. Enter

Fenton, and Mistress Anne Page. Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love;

no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Anne. Alas! how then?

Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object, I am too great of birth ;
And that, my state being gall’d with my expense,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth:
Besides these, other bars he lays before me,-
My riots past, my wild societies ;
And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible
I should love thee, but as a property.

Anne. May be, he tells you true..
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to


Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.

Anne. Gentle master Fenton,
Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir :
If opportunity and humble suit
Cannot attain it, why then--Hark you hither.

[They converse apart. Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.

Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself.

Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't :' slid, 'tis but venturing:

Shal. Be not dismay'd.

Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am afeard.

Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word with you.

Anne. I come to him.-- This is my father's choice. 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

(Aside. Quick. And how does good master Fenton? Pray you, a word with you.

Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!

Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle can tell you good jests of him :-Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.

Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire.

(1) A proverb--a shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt a thick short one.

Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a squire.

Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.

Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.

Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen. Now, good mistress Apne.
Anne. What is your will ?

Slen. My will ? 'od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven ; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.

Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?

Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you : your father, and made motions : if it be my luck, so : if not, happy man be his dole!2 They can tell you how things go, better than I can : you may ask your father; here he comes.

my uncle, have

Enter Page, and Mistress Page. Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh.

ter Anne.
Why, how now! what does master Fenton here?
You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house
I told you, sir, my daughter is dispos'd of.

Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to


my child.

Page. She is no match for you.
Fent. Sir, will you hear me?

(1) Come poor or rich.

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