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Away, Sir Corporal Nym,-
Believe it, Page, he speaks sense, [Exit Pistoi.

Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this.

Nym. And this is true : I like not the humour of lying; he hath wrong'd me in some humours: I should have borne the humour'd letter to her, but I have a fword, and it shall bite-upon my neceflity, he loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is Corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch, 'tis true : my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves

your

wife. dieu ; I love not the humour of bread and cheese : adieu.

[Exit Nym. Page. The humour of it, quoth a'! here's a fellow frights humour out of its wits.

Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.
Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.
Ford. If I do find it: well.

Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, tho'the priest o'th' town commended him for a true man.

Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.

S CE N E IV. Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford come forwards. Page. How now, Meg ? Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George? hark you.

Mrs. Ford How now, sweet Frank, why art thou melancholy?

Ford. I melancholy! I am not melancholy. Get you home, go.

Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head. Now, will you go, Mistress Page ! Mrs. Page. Have with you.

You'll come to din-, ner, George? Look, who comes yonder; the shall be our messenger to this paulty Knight.

Enter Mistress Quickly. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her she'll fit it. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?'

Quick. Ay, forfooth; and, I pray, how does good Mistress Anne?

Mrs.

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you.

[Exeunt Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quickly.

S CE N E V. Page. How now, Master Ford ? Ford. You heard what this knave told me, did you

not? Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me ? Ford. Do you think there is truth in them?

Poge. Hang 'em, llaves; I do not think, the Knight woulu oífer it; but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men ;. very rogues, now they be out of service.

Ford. Were they his men ?
Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter ?

Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend his. voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be loth to turn them together; a man may be too confident; I would have nothing lie on my head; I cannot be thus fatisfy'd.

Page. Look, where my ranting Host of the Garter, comes;

there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine Hoit ?

SCENE VI. Enter Hoft and Shallow. Hoft. How now, bully Rock? thou'rt a gentleman; cavaliero-justice, I say.

Shal. I follow, mine Host, I follow. Good even, and twenty, good Master Page. Master Page, will you go with us ? we have sport in hand.

Hoft. Tell him, cavaliero-justice ; tell him, bully Rock.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French doctor,

Ferd.

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Ford. Good mine Hoit oth' Garter, a word with you.

Hoft. What fay't thou, bully Rock ?

Shal. Will you go with us to behold it? my merry Hoft hath had the measuring of their weapons, and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places; for, believe me, I hear the Parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Hoft. Hast thou no fuit againtt my Knight, my guestcavalier ?

Ford. None, I protest; but I'll give you a pottle of burnt fack to give me recourse to him, and tell him my name is Brook; only for a jest.

Hoft My hand, bully: thou shalt have egrefs and regress; said I well ? and thy name shall be Brook. It is a merry knight. Will you go on, heris?

Shal. Have with you, mine Hoft.

Page. I have heard the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal - Tut, Sir, I could have told you more. In “ there times you stand on distance, your passes, stoc “ cado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, Maiter Page ; 'tis here, 'tis here.

I have seen the time, " with my long sword, I would have made you four " tall fellows skip like rats.

Hoft Here, boys, here, here: shall we wag?

Page. Have with you: I had rather hear them scold than fight. [Exeunt Hoit, Shallow, and Page.

Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stand so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opi. nion so easily. She was in his company at Page's house; and what they made there, I know not. Well, I will look further into't; and I have a disguise to found Falstaff: if I find her honest, I lose not my labour ; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestow'd. [Exit. SCENE VII. Changes to the Garter-Inn.

Enter Falstaff and Pistol. Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.

Pift. Why then the world's mine oister, which I with sword will open-I will retort the sum in equipage. VOL, I. Cc

Fa.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, you Thould lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you, and your coueh-fellow, Nymn;

nr else you had look'd through the grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damn'd in hell for swearing to gentlemen, my friends, you were good foldiers, and tall fellows: And when Mistress Bridget loit the handle of her fan, I took't

upon

mine honour, thou hadtt it not.

Pist. Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason : think'st thou I'll endanger my foul gratis. At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibber for you: go, a short knife and a thong, to your manour of Pickt-hatch * ; go, you'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue ! You stand upon your honour! why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do to keep the term of mine honour precise. I, I, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of Heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine homour in my neceflity, am fain to thuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you rogue will enfconse your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your red-lettice phrases, and your bold-bearing oaths, under the thelter of your honour ! You will not do it, you ! Pift. I do relent; what wouldit thou more of man?

Enter Robin.
Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you.
Fal. Let her approach.

SCENE VIII. Enter Mistress Quickly.
Quic. Give your W.orship good morrow.
Fal Good morrow, good wife.
Quic. Not so, an't pleale your Worship.
fal. Good maid, then.

Quic. I'll be sworn, as my mother was the first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer: what with me?
Quic. Shall I vouchsafe your Worship a word or two?
A noted harbour for thieves and pick-pockets.

Fala

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman, and I'll youchsafe thee the hearing

Quic There is one Mistress Ford, Sir: I pray, come a little nearer this ways: I myself dwell with Mr. Doctor Caius:

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say.

Quic. Your Worship says very true : I pray your Worship, come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, no body hears: mine own people, mine own people.

Quic. Are they fo? Heav'n bless them, and make them his servants !

Fal. Well : Mistress Ford, what of her?

Quic. Why, Sir, she's a good creature. Lord, Lord, your Worship’s a wanton: well, Heav'n forgive you, and all of us, I pray

Fal. Mistress Ford, -come, Mistress Ford-

Quic. Marry, this is the short and the long of it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as ’tis wonderful : the best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to fuch a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; 1 warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift, smelling so sweetly; all musk; and so russling, I warrant you, in filk and gold, and in such alligant terms, and in such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairelt, that would have won any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could never get an eye-wink of her. I had myself twenty angels given me this morning ; but I defy all angels, in any such fort as they say, but in the way of honesty; and I warrant you, they could never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all: and yet there has been Earls; nay, which is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.

Fal. But what says the to me? be brief, my good she Mercury.

Quic. Marry, she hath receiv'd your letter, for the which she thanks you a thousand tinies; and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven. Fal. Ten and eleven. Сс 2

Quir.

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