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Fal. I fpake with the old woman about it.
Simp. And what fays fhe, I pray, Sir?

Fal. Marry, the fays, that the very fame man, that beguil'd mafter Slender of his chain, cozen'd him of it. Simp. I would, I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.

Fal. What are they? let us know.
Hoft. Ay, come; quick.

Simp. I may not conceal them, Sir.
Fal. Conceal them, or thou dy't.

Simp. Why, Sir, they were nothing but about mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my mafter's fortune to have her or no.

Fal. "Tis, 'tis his fortune.

Simp. What, Sir?

Fal. To have her, or no: go; fay, the woman told me fo.

Simp. May I be fo bold to fay fo, Sir?

Fal. Ay, Sir; like who more bold.

Simp. I thank your worship: I fhall make glad with thefe tidings.

my mafter [Exit Simple. Hoft. Thou art clarkly; thou art clarkly, Sir John: was there a wife woman with thee?

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine Hoft; one, that hath taught me more wit than ever I learn'd before in my life ; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.

Enter Bardolph.

Bard. Out, alas, Sir, cozenage! meer cozenage! Hoft. Where be my horfes, fpeak well of them, varletto.

Bard. Run away with the cozeners; for fo foon as I came beyond Eaton, they threw me off from behind one of them in a flough of mire, and fet fpurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Fauflus's.

Hoft. They are gone but to meet the Duke; villain; do not fay, they are fled: Germans are honeft men.

Enter

Enter Evans.

Eva. Where is mine Hoft.

Hoft. What is the matter, Sir?

Eva. Have a care of your entertainments; there is a friend o'mine come to town, tells me, there is three cozen-jermans that has cozen'd all the Hofts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horfes and mony. I tell you for good will; look you; you are wife, and full of gibes and vlouting ftocks, and 'tis not convenient you Thould be cozen'd; fare you well. [Exit.

Enter Caius.

Caius. Ver' is mine Hoft de Jartere?

Hoft. Here, mafter Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma.

Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell-a-me, dat you make a grand preparation for a Duke de Jamany; by my trot, der is no Duke, dat the Court is know, to come; I tell you for good will; adieu.

[Exit. Haft. Hue and cry, villain, go! affift me, Knight, I am undone; fly, run, hue and cry! Villain, I am un

done!

[Exit.

I war

Fal. I would, all the world might be cozen'd, for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it fhould come to the ear of the Court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been wash'd and cudgel'd, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermens boots with me. rant, they would whip me with their fine wits, 'till I were as creft faln as a dry'd pear. I never profper'd fince I forfwore myfelf at Primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to fay my prayers, I would repent.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Now, whence come you?

Quic. From the two parties, forfooth.

Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other. and so they shall be both bestow'd. I have fuffer'd more

for

for their fakes, more than the villainous inconftancy of man's difpofition is able to bear.

Quic. And have not they fuffer'd, yes, I warrant, fpecioufly one of them; mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot fee a white fpot about her.

Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brainford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit, counterfeiting the (17) action of a wood woman, deliver'd me, the knave conftable had fet me i'th' flocks, i'the common ftocks, for a witch.

Quic. Sir, let me fpeak with you in your chamber; you fhall hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will fay fomewhat. Good hearts what ado is here to bring you together? fure, one of you does not serve heav'n well, that you are so crofs'd.

Fal. Come up

into my

chamber.

Enter Fenton and Hoft.

[Exeunt.

Hoft. Mafter Fenton, talk not to me, my mind is heavy, I will give over all.

Fent. Yet hear me fpeak; affift me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman; I'll give thee

(17) Action of an old Woman.] This Reading is no great Compliment to the Sagacity of our former Editors, who could content themselves with Words, without any Regard to the Reasoning. What was it any Dexterity of Wit in Sir John Falftaff, to counterfeit the Action of an Old Woman, in order to efcape being.ap-" prehended for a Witch? Surely, one would imagine, This was the readieft Means to bring him into fuch a Scrape for none but Old Women have ever been fufpected of being Witches. The Text muft certainly be reftor'd, as I have corrected it, a wood Woman; i. e. a crazy, frantick Woman; one too wild, and filly, and unmeaning, to have either the Malice, or mifchievous Sublety. of a Witch in her. I have already explain'd, and prov'd the ufe of this Term, in one of my Notes on the Two Gentlemen of Verona.

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A hundred pound in gold more than your lofs.

Hoft. I will hear you, mafter Fenton; and I will, at the leaft, keep your counsel.

Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you
With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page;
Who, mutually, hath anfwer'd my affection,
(So far forth as herself might be her chufer)
Ev'n to my wish. I have a letter from her
Of fuch contents, as you will wonder at;
The mirth whereof's fo larded with my matter,
That neither fingly can be manifefted,

Without the fhew of both. Fat Sir John Falstaff
Hath a great Scene; the image of the jeft
I'll fhew you here at large. Hark, good mine Hoft;
To night at Herne's Oak, juft 'twixt twelve and one,
Muft my fweet Nan prefent the Fairy Queen;
The purpose why, is here; in which disguise,
While other jefts are fomething rank on foot,
Her father hath commanded her to flip
Away with Slender, and with him at Eaton
Immediately to marry; fhe hath confented.-Now, Sir,
Her mother, ever ftrong against that match,
And firm for Doctor Caius, hath appointed
That he fhall likewife fhuffle her away,
While other sports are tasking of their minds ;
And at the Deanry, where a priest attends,
Straight marry her; to this her mother's plot
She, feemingly obedient, likewise hath
Made promife to the Doctor-

-Now, thus it refts;
Her father means the fhall be all in white,
And in that drefs when Slender fees his time
To take her by the hand, and bid her go,
She fhall go with him.Her mother hath intended,
The better to devote her to the Doctor,
(For they must all be mask'd and vizarded)
That, quaint in green, fhe fhall be loose enrob'd,
With ribbands-pendent, flaring 'bout her head;
And when the Doctor fpies his vantage ripe,
To pinch her by the hand, and on that token,
The maid hath given confent to go with him.

Hoft.

Haft. Which means the to deceive? father or mother?

Fent. Both, my good Hoft, to go along with me;
And here it refts, that you'll procure the Vicar
To ftay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one,
And in the lawful name of marrying,

To give our hearts united ceremony.

Hoft. Well, husband your device; Pll to the Vicar. Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. Fent. So fhall I evermore be bound to thee; Befide, I'll make a present recompence.

Re-enter Falstaff and Miftrefs Quickly.

[Exeunt.

Fal. Pr'ythee, no more pratling; go, I'll hold. This is the third time; I hope, good luck lies in odd numbers; away, go; they fay, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death; away.

Quic. I'll provide you a chain, and I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns. [Exit Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Away, I fay, time wears: hold up your head and mince.

Enter Ford.

How now, mafter Brook? mafter Brook, the matter will be known to night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Herne's Oak, and you shall fee wonders.

Ford. Went you not to her yefterday, Sir, as you told me you had appointed ?

Ful. I went to her, mafter Brook, as you fee, like a poor old man; but I came from her, master Brook, like a poor old woman. That fame knave, Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealoufy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. I will tell you; he beat me grievously, in the fhape of a woman; for in the fhape of a man, mafter Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's beam; becaufe I know alfo, life is a fhuttle; I am in hafte; go along with me, I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since I pluckt geefe, play'd truant, and whipt top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten, 'till lately. Follow

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