The loves you: have not your worship a wart above your eye?

Fent. Yes, marry, have l; and what of that?

Quic. Well, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such

another Nan, but, I deteft, an honest maid as ever broke bread; we had an hour's talk of that wart: I fhall neier laugh but in that maid's company! but, indeed, The is given too much to atlicholly and mufing, but for you. - Wellgo to!

Pent. Well, I shall see her to day; hold, there's mony for thee : let me have thy voice in my behalf; if thou. feeft her before me, commend me

Quic. Will 1? ay, faith, that we will : and I will tell your worlhip more of the wart, the next cime we have confidence, and of other woers.

Fen. Well, fajewel, I am in great hade now. {Exit.

Quic. Farewel to your worlhip. · Truly, an honeft gentleman, but Anne loves him not ; I know Anne's. mini as well as another does... Out apon't, what have I forgots


А Є і т. II.
SCENE; before Page’s Hotfe.
Enter Mrs. Page, with a Lettér.

Mrs. PAGE.
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Ask me no reason, why I love you ; for the love use réa. fon for his precisor, be admits him not for bis counsellor : you are not young, no more am I; go to then, there's Sympatky: you are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then there's mire sympathy; you love fack, and so do I; would you defare better sympathy ? let it fuffice thee, miflres Page, of


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the leaf if the love of ai foldier can fuffice, that I love thee. I will not say, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love me :

By me, thine own true Knight, by day or night,
Or any kind of light with all bis might,
For thee 'to fig bes non

John Falstaff. ago What a Hered of Fawty is this? O wicked, wicked world! one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to how himfelf a young gallant! what unweigh'd beha viour hath this Flemish drunkard pickt, i'th' devil's name, out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me why, he hath not been thrice in my company : what should I say to him id I was then frugal of my mirth, heav'n forgive me : why, I'll exhibit (8) a bill in the Parliament for the putting down of fat men: how shall. I be reveng'd on him for reveng'd I will be, as fure' as his guts are made of puddings.

Enter Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page, trust me, I was going to your house,

Mrs. Page. And trust me, I was coming to you ; you look very

ill. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that ; I have to thew to the contrary.

Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind.

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(8) a bill in the Parliament for the putting down of Men :) What, Mrs. Pagė, put down the whole Species Unus ob noxam, for a single Offender's Trespafs? Don't be so unreasonable in your Anger, , But 'tis a false Charge against you. I am per suaded, a short Monofyllable is dropt out, which, once reftored, would qualify the Matter. We must necessarily read, · for ibe putting down of fat Men.

-Mrs. Ford says in the very enfuing Scene, I shall tbink the worse of fat Miri, as long as I bave an Eye, &c. And in the old Quarto's, Mrs. Puge, so soon as the has read the Letter, says, Well, I mall truft fat. Men the worse, while I live, for bis fake : And he is called, the fat Knight, the greafy Knight, by the Women, throughout the Play.


Mrs. Ford. Well, I do then ; yet I say, I could theme you to the contrary : O mistress Page, give me fomo counsel.

Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman?

Mrs. Ford. O woman! if it were not for one trifting respect, I could come to such honour. by

Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman, take the honour what is it difpenfe with trifless what is it?

Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted.

Mrs. Page. What, thou lieft! Sir Alicè Ford! these Knights will hack, and so thou shouldi not alter the article of thy gentry.

Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light; here, read, read ; perceive how I might be knighted : Ithall think the worfe of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make dif. ference of men's liking, and yet he would not fwear ; prais'd women's modelty; and gave fuck orderly and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn bis disposition would have gone to the truth of his words ; but they do no more adhere, and keep place together, than the hundred Pfalm to the tune of Greta Sleeves. What tempelt, I trow, threw this whale, with fo many tun of oil in bis belly, a-Hore at Windfor? how fall I be revengʻd on him. I think, the best way were to entertain him with hope, 'till the wicked fire of luft have melted him in his owe greafe. Did you ever hear the like? 4: Mrs. Page. Letter for letter, but that the name of Page and Ford differs. To thy great coniført in this mus Hery of ill opinions, here's the twin brother of thya lerter, but let thine inherit firit, for, I protest, mine never fall. I warrant he hath a thoufand of these letters, writ with blank-space for different names; nay, more ; and these are of the second edition : he will print them out of doubt, for he cares no what he puts into the prefs; 'when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantels, and lię under mouw Pelion. Well, I will find you (wenty lat civious turtles, ere one chaste man.



Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very fame, the very hand, the very words; what doth he think of us..

Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not ; it makes me almoft. ready to wrangle with mine own honefty. Il entertain. myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; far, fare, unless he knew fome Stain in me, that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury:

Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call it you? I'll be sure to keep him above ck.

Mrs. Page. So will I; if he come under my hatches, 141 never to fea again. 'Let's do réveng'd on him ; let's. appoint him a meeting, give him a mow of comforp ini bis fuit, and lead him

on with a fine baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Hoft of the Garter.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him, that may not fully the chasiness of our hos nefty: oh, that my husband faw this letter ! it would give him eternal food to his jealousy.

Mrs. Page Why, look, where he comes, and my good man too; he's as far from jealousy, as I am frono giving him caufe ; and that, I hope is an unmeafurable distance. erano in

Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman.

Mrs. Page. Let's confult together againk this greafy Knight. Come hither.

[They retire. Enter Ford with Piftol, Page with Nym. Ford, Well, I hope, it he not fo..

Pif. Hope is a curtal dog in fome affairs. Sir Fobn affects thy wife.

"Ford, Why, Sir, my wife is not young. . Pift. He wooes both high and low, both rich and

poor, Both young and old, one with another, Ford; He loves thy gally-mawfry, Ford, perpend. Ford. Love my wife?

PiA. With liver burning hot: prevent, or go thou, like Sir Asteon, he, with Ring-wood at thy heels, odious is the name.

Ford. What name, Sir?
Pif. The horn, I say: farewel.


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Take heed, have open eye ; for thieves do foot by night.
Take heed ere summer comes, or cuckoo birds affright.
Away, Sir corporal Nym
Believe it, Page, he speaks sense.

[Exit Piftol. Ford. I will be patient ; I will find out this.

Nym. And this is true : Ilike not the humour of lying ; he hath wrongd me in fome humours : L fhould have borne the humour'd letter to her ; but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife, there's the short and the long. My name is- Corporal Nym; 1 speak, and I avouch; 'tis true: my name is Nym, and Falstoff loves your wife. Adieu ; I love not the humour of bread and cheese: adieu.'' [Exit Nym.

Page. The humour of it, quoth a'l 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 Catalan, tho' the priest o'the town commended him for a true man. I Ford. "Twas a good sensible fellow: well.com

Mrs. Page and Mrs. Ford come forwards.
Paga. How now, Meg?
Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ? hark you.

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

Ford. I'melancholy,! I am not melancholy. Get you

Mrs. Ford. Faith, thou hast - fome crotchets in thy head. Now, will you go, mistress Page ?

Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George? Look, who comes yonder': The thall be out messenger to this paultry 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 ??

Quic. Ay, forsooth ; and, I pray, how does good mistress Anne


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