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turn them together; a man may be too confident; I would have nothing lye 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 pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine hoft


Enter Host and Shallow. Hoft. How now, bully Rock? thou’rt a gentleman; cavalierojustice, 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 fir Hugh the Welch priest, and Caius the French doctor.

Ford. Good mine host o’th garter, a word with you.
Hoft. What fay'st 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, 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 suit against my knight, my guest-cavalier?

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.

Hof. My hand, bully; thou shalt have egress and regress; faid I well? and thy name shall be Brook. It is a merry knight. Will you go, myn-heers ?

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 these times you stand on distance, your passes, stoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen


ould have


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 have them fcold than fight.

[Exeunt Hoft, Shallow, and Page. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stand so firmly on his wife's fealty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily. She was in his company at Page's house, and what made them there, I know not. Well, I will look further into't; and I have a difguise to found Falstaff : if I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestow’d. [Exit.

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The Garter-Inn.

Enter Falstaff and Pistol.
Fal. Will not lend thee a penny.

Pift. Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with Tword will open.

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn; I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you, and your couch-fellow Nym; 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 soldiers, and tall fellows. And when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took’t upon mine honour, thou hadst it

Pift. 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 gibbet for you: go, a short knife, and a thong, to your manor of Pickt-batch', go; you'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue ! you stand upon your honour ! why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is

* A noted harbour for thieves and pick-pockets.



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as much as I can do to keep the term of my honour precise. I
myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and
hiding mine honour in my necessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge,
and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconse your rags, your
cat-o'-mountain looks, your red-lettice phrases, and your bull-
baiting oaths, under the shelter of your honour! you will not do
it, you !
Pift. I do relent; what wouldst thou more of man?

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


Enter mistress Quickly.
Quic. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.
Quic. Not so, an't please 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?

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

Quic. There is one mistress Ford, fir: I pray, come a little nearer this ways: I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: mistress Ford, you say.
Quic. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come
little nearer this ways.

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

Quic. Are they so? heav'n bless them, and make them his fervants !

Fal. Well: mistress Ford, what of her?
Quic. Why, fir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your wor-


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ship'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 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 so sweetly; all musk, and so ruffling, I warrant you, in filk and gold, and in such alligant terms, and such wine and sugar of the best, and the fairest, 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 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 the gives you to notify that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven.

Tal. Ten and eleven.

Quic. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come and see the picture, she says, that you wot of: master Ford, her husband, will be from home. Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him, he's a very jealousy-man; she 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 messenger to your worship; mistress Page has her hearty commendations to you too; and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss you morning and evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe’er be the other; and The bad me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but she hopes there will come a time. I never knew a

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woman so dote upon a man; surely, I think, you have charms, la; yes, in truth

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts afide, I have no other charms.

Quic. Blessing on your heart fort! Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this; has Ford's wife and Page's wife acquainted each other how they love me?

Qụic. That were a jest, indeed! they have not fo little grace, I hope; that were a trick, indeed! but mistress Page would desire you to send her


of all loves: her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page; and, truly, master Page is an honest man. Never a wife in Windfor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and, truly, she deserves it; for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, truly, she is one. You must fend her your page; no remedy.

Fal. Why, I will.
Quic. Nay, but do so then ; and, look

you, he may come and
go between you both, and in any cafe have a nay-word, that you
may know one another's mind: and the boy never need to un-
derstand any thing: for ’tis not good that children should know
any wickedness: old folks, you know, have difcretion, as they
say, and know the world.
Fal. Fare thee well; commend me to them both : there's

s my purse, I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along with this woman. This news distracts me.

[Ex. Quic. and Robin.
Pift. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :
Clap on more fails; pursue; up with yond' frigat.;
Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! [Exit Pift.

Fal. Say'st thou fo, old Jack ? go thy ways; I'll make more of thy old body than I have done; will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expence of so much money, be now a gainer? good body, I thank thee; let them say, 'tis grofly done, so it be fairly done, no matter.


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