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on my head.
Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and fee ; we haye an hour's talk with you.
[Exe. Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quickly. Page. How now, master Ford. Ford. You heard what this knaye told me, did you not? Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me Fond. Dos
think there is truth in them? Page. Hang 'em, flaves; I do pot think, the Knight would offer it, but there, that accuse him in his inteng towards our wives, are a yoak of his discarded men, very rogues, now they be out of service.
Ford. Were they his men?
Ford, I Įike it never the better for that. Does he lie at the Garter ?
Page. Ay, marry does he. If he fhould intend his voyage towards s my
wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie
Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife, but I would be loth to turn thein together; a man may be
I' would have nothing lie on my head ; I cannot be thus satisfy’d.
Page. Look, where my ranting Host of the Garter comes; there is either liquor in his påte, or money in his purse, when he looks lo merrily. How now, mine Hoft
Enter Hoft and Shallow. Hoft. How, now, bally Reck ? thou'rt a gentleman cavalerio-justice, I say. Shal. I follow,' mine Hoft, I follow.
Good even, and twenty, good master Page, Master Page, will you go with us ? we have fport in hand.
Hoft. Tell him, cavalerio-justice ; tell him, bully Rock?
Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French do&or. Ford. Good mine Host of the Garter, a word with you. Hoft. What say'st thou, bully Rock ?
Sbal. Will you go with us to behold itt my merry Hof hath had the meafuring of their weapons, and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places; for, believe me, I hear, the parfon is no jester, Hark, I will tell you
what our fpore shall be. Heft. Haft thou no fuit against my Knight, my guestcavalier?
Ford. None, I progelt, but I'll give you a bottle of burnt fack to give me recourse to him, (9) and tell him, my name
Brook; only for a jeit. Hif. My hand, bully : thou shalt have egress and re-, gress; faid I well and thy name Thall be Brook. It is a merry Knight. (10) Will you go an-heirs ?
Shal. Have with you, mine hoft.
Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hrah good kill in his rapier.
Shal. Tut, Sir, I could have told you more ; in these times you ftand on distance, your paffes, ftoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page ; 'ris here, 'is here. I have seen the time, with my long
(9) And tell bim, my Name is Brook ;] Thus both the old Quario's in and thus moft certainly the Poet wrote. We need no befter Evia dance, than the Pun that Falf of anon makes, on the Name, when Brook sends him some burnt Sack,
Sueb: Brooks are welcome to me, ikat puerfioro with fuch Liquor, The Players, in their Editions, altered the Name to Broom : But how far that Name will sort with that Jelt, is fubmitted to common Sense.
:(10) Will you go an-heirs ? I can make nothing of this Reading which hath poslested all the Editions. The word is not to be traced, and consequently, I am apt to suspect, must be corrupted, I should think, the Host meant to fay, either.
Will you go on here Pointing out the Way, which was to lead them to the Combatants ; as he afterwards says, Here, brys, here, bere ; pall' we wag : Or,
Will you go myn heirsps ? ! i.e. my Millers ; Both these make plain Sense; and are not remote from the Traces of the Text: buty without fome such Altea ration, the Paflage feenia utterly unintelligible to make
Page. Have with you; I had Hach Shallow and Page.
sword, I would have made you four call fellows kip like
[, Ford. Tho' Page be a fecure fool; (b) and ftand fo firmly on his wife's fealty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so ealily. 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 Falftaff if I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if the be otherwise, 'tis labour well beftow'd,
SCENE changes to the Garter-Inn,
Enter Falstaff and Pistol.
Will not lend thee a penny:
Pift. Why then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will open.-game I will retort the sum in equipage.
Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, you should lay my countenance co pawn ; I have grated upon my good friends for three reprievas for you, and your I couch-fellow, Nim; or 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 lofti: the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine honour, thor hadd it not.
Pif. Didl thou not share ? hadít thou not fifteen pence?
-Fab. Reason, you rogue, reason ; think’t thou, I'll endanger my foul gratis ? At' a word, hang no more? about me, bam, no gibbet for you : go, a thørt knife
(vi). And Rand fo fermly or his Wife's Frailty,] No farely; Page nood rightly to the Opinion of her Hopesty, and would not entertain': * Thought of her being frail. I have therefore, ventored to fubftitute . Word correspondent to the Sense required ; and one, which our Pået frequently uses, to fignify “conjugal Faith.
and a throng, to your manor of Pickt-barcb; go, you'll
Enter Mistress Quiekly.
tal. Good maid, then.
Quic. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two. Fal. Two thousand, fair woman, and I'll vouchsafe thee the hearing.
Quin. There is one mistress Ford, Sir : I pray, come a little nearer this ways: I myfelf dwell with Mr. Doctor Caiüs.
Fal. Well, on: mistress Ford, you say
Quic. Your worship fays very true: I pray your wor fhip, come a little nearer this ways.
Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears : mine own people, mine own people.
Quic. Are they for heav'n bless them, and make them his fervants ! Fal.' Well: mittress Ford, What of her ?
17405 Quis. Why, Sîr, The's a good creature. Lord, lord,
commendations to you too; and let me
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 fuch a canaries, as 'tis won derful: the best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; I warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift, smelling fo sweetly; all musk; and fo rolling, I warrant you, in filk and gold, and in fach alligant terms, and in such wine and sugar 'of the best, and the faireft, 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 defie all angels, in any such fort as they say, but in the way of honesty; and I warrant you, they could never get her .fo much as fip on a cup with the proudest of them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which is more, penfioners ; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.
Fal. But what says she to me be brief, my good She Mercury.
Quic. Marry, she hath receiv'd your letter, for the which she thanks you a thousand times; and she gives you to notify, that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.
Fal. Ten and eleven.
Quic. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and fed the picture, she says that you wot of: master. Forda her husband, will be from home, Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him, he's a very jealousy man, the leads a very frampold life with him, good heart.
Fal. Ten and eleven : woman commend me to her, I. will not fail her.
Quic. "Why, you say well: But I have, another mere: fenger to your worship; mistress: Page has her hearty
you in your The's