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Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small 6 like a woman. - Eva. It is that fery verson for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections !) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between master Abraham, and mistress Anne Page.

Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?

Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny.

Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.

Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.

Shal. Well, let us see honest master Page: Is
Falstaff there?
· Eva. Shall I tell you a lie ? I do despise a liar, as
I do despise one that is false; or, as I despise one
that is not true. The knight, sir John, is there;
and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I
will peat the door [knocks] for master Page. What,
hoa! Got pless your house here!

Enter Page.
Page. Who's there?

Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and justice Shallow: and here young master Slender;

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that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings. · Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I thank you for my venison, master Shallow.

Shul. Master Page, I am glad to see you ; Much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill kill'd:—How doth good mistress Page?--and I love you always with my heart, la; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank you. ..
Shal. Sir, I thank you ; by yea and no, I do.
Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender.

Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, .sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale. 7

Page. It could not be judg’d, sir. · Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess..

Shal. That he will not ;— tis your fault, ’tis your fault :- 'Tis a good dog.

Page. A cur, sir.

Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; Can there be more said? he is good, and fair. Is sir John Falstaff here?

Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you.

Era. It is spoke as a christians ought to speak.
Shal. He hath wrong’d me, master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.

Shal. If it be confessid, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page ? He háth wrong'd me; indeed, he hath ;-at a word, he hath ;--believe me ;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wrong’d.

Cotswold in Gloucestershire...

Page. Here comes sir John. ' Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, Nym, and

PISTOL. Fal. Now, master'Shallow; you'll complain of me to the king ?

Shal. Knight you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge.

Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter?
Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd.

Fal. I will answer it straight ;--I have done all this :—That is now answer'd.

Shal. The Council shall know this.

Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel : you'll be laugh'd at.

Eva. Pauca verba, sir John, good worts.

Fal. Good worts ! 8 good cabbage.--Slender, I broke your head; What matter have you against me?

Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching o rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.

Bar. You Banbury cheese!"
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.
Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ? ?
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; 3 slice! that's my humour.

8 Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind.
9 Sharpers.

Nothing but paring !
2 The name of an ugly spirit.

3 Few words.

Slen. Where's Simple, my man ?-can you tell, cousin ?

Eva. Peace: I pray you! Now let us understand: There is three umpires in this matter, as I understand: that is master Page, fidelicet, master Page; and there is myself, fidelicet, myself; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter.

Page. We three, to hear it, and end it between them.

Eva. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-book; and we will afterwards ’ork upon the cause, with as great discreetly as we can.

Fal. Pistol,
Pist. He hears with ears.

Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, He hears with ear? Why, it is affectations.

Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse ?

Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he, (or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else,) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards,4 that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.

Fal. Is this true, Pistol ?
Era. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!--Sir John, and

master mine,
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo: 5
Word of denial in thy labras 6 here;
Word of denial; froth and scum, thou liest.

Slen. By these gloves, then 'twas he.

4 King Edward's shillings used in the game of shuffle-board.

5 Blade as thin as a lath. 6 Lips.

Nym. Be advised, sir, and pass good humours: I will say, marry trap, with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on me; that is the very note of it.

Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face had it: for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. " Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John ?

Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. La

Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is !

Bard. And being fap, 8 sir,' was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass’d the careires, 9 · Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too ; but 'tis no matter : I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. · Eva. So Got ’udge me, that is a virtuous mind.

Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. Enter Mistress ANNE Page with wine; Mistress FORD

and Mistress PAGE following. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within.

: [Exit Anne PAGE, Slen. O heaven! this is mistress Anne Page. Page. How now, mistress Ford ?

! Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met: by your leave, good mistress. [kissing her.

1 If you say I am a thief. 8 Drunk.

9 The bounds of good behaviour.

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