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[The women run out. Fal. I think the devil will not have me dámn'd, leit the oil that is in ine should let hell on fire ; he never would elle crois me thus.
} Away, away
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like Fairies, with tapers.
Eva Elves, lift your names; filence, you airy toys.
Fal.. They're Fairies; he that speaks to them thall
[Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede? go you, and where you find
And nightly.meadow-fairies, look, you fing,
Fal. Heav'ns defend me from that Welch Fairy, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! Eva. Vild worm, thou wast o’erlook'd ev’n in thy
[They burn him with their tapers, and pinch him. Come, with this wood take fire.
Fal. Oh, oh, oh!
Eva. It is right, indeed, he is full of lecheries and iniquity.
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Fed in heart, whole flames aspire,
Pinch him, Fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villany.
Till candles, and far-light, and moon-fhine, be out.
one way, and steals away a boy in green; Slender amother
way, and he takes away a boy in white ; and Fenton comes and fieals away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. All the Fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises.
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Windfor wives? See you these, husbands? do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town?
Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now? Mr. Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are his horns, Master Brook; and, Master Brook, he hatlı enjoy'd nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cucigel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be paid to Master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, Master Brook. Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we coulů I will never take
love again, but I will always count you my deer.
Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.
Ford. Ay, and an ox too: both the proofs are extant.
Fal. And there are not Fairios? I was three or four times in ihe thought, they were not Fairies; and yet the guiluiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the groftness of the foppery into a receiv'd belief, in despight of the tecth of all rhime and reason, that li 2
they were Fairies. See now, how wit may be made a jack a-lent. when 'tis upon ill employment?
Eva. Sir John Falitaff, serve Got, and leave your desires. and Fairies will not pinse you.
Ford 11 ell said, fairy Hugh.
Ford I will never miltrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her in good English
Fal Have I laid my brain in the sun and dry'd it, that it wants matter to prevent so grofs o'er-reaching as this' am ! ridden with a Welch goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize 'tis time I were choak'd with a piece of toasted cheese.
Eva Seele is not good to give puţter; your pelly is all putter.
Fal Seese and putter? have I liv'd to stand in the taunt of one, that makes fritters of English? this is enough to be the decay of luft and late-walking through the realm.
Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight?
Ford What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax?
Page. Old, cold, wither'd, and of intolerable entrails?
Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan?
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and facks, and wines, and metheglins; and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?
Fal. Well, I ain your theme; you have the start of me ;
I am dejected ; I am not able to answer the Welch fannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o’er me; use me as you will.
Ford. Marry, Sir, we'll bring you to Windsor to one Mr. Brook, that you have cozen'd of money, to whom you should have been a pander: over and above that,
you have suffer'd, I think, to repay that money will be a biting affliction. Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make a
mends: Forgive that fum, and so we'll all be friends.
Ford. Well, here's my hand: all's forgiven at last.
Page. Yet be chearful, Knight; thou shalt eat a poffet to-night at my house, where I will defire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, Mr. Slender hath marry'd her daughter.
Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that; if Anne Page be my daughter, the is, by this, Doctor Caius's wife. [-Aside.
SCENE VI. Enter Slender. Slen. What hoe! hoe! father Page.
Page. Son, how now ? how now, son, have you dispatch'd ?
Slen. Dispatch’d? I'll make the best in GloucesterThire known on’t; would I were hang'd la, else.
Page. Of what, fon?
Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i' th' church, I would have swinge'd him, or he should have swinge'd me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never itir, and ’tis a post-master's boy.
Page. Upon my life, then you took the wrong.
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl: if I had been marry'd to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him.
Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments ?
Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd Mum, and The cry'd Budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and
it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys?
Page 0, I am ver'd at heart. What shall I do!
Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry; I knew of your purpose, turn'd my daughter into green, and in