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Ford. O good sir!
Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall.
come; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no Ford. Want no money, sir John, you shall want come ; by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if
he be come. Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you Rug. He is wise, sir : he knew, your worship shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell would kill him, if he came. you,) by her own appointment; even as you came Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and how I vill kill him.
I eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence. her husband, will be forth. Come you to me al Caius. Villain-a, take your rapier. night; you shall know how I speed.
Rug. Forbear; here's company. Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir?
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page. Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know
Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor. him not :-yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they
Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius. say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of
Page. Now, good master doctor! money; for the which his wife seems to me well
Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir. favoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.
for? Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir ; that you Host. To see thee fight, toʻsee thee foin, to see might avoid him, if you saw him.
thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I
to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with | thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethi my cudgel: it shall hang, like a meteor o'er the opían? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! cuckold's horns : master Brook, thou shalt know: What says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt of elder? ha! is he dead, bully' Stale? is he dead? lie with his wife.-Come to me soon at night :Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his stile ::|| the vorld; he is not show his face.
Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of thou, master Brook, shalt know him for a knave and
Host. Thou art a Castiliano king, Urinal ! Heccuckold :--come to me soon at night.
(Exit. || tor of Greece, my boy! Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this
Caius. I pray you, bear witness that me have -My heart is ready to crack with impatience.Who says, this is improvident jealousy? My wife stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is
Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is made. Would any man have thought this ?--Seel the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall should fight, you go against the hair of your pro
a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation fessions : is it not true, master Page? gnawn at; and I shall not only receive this villa
Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been nous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abomi- a great fighter, though now a man of peace. nable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be Terms ! narnes !---Amaimon sounds well; Lu.| old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my cifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's / finger itches to make one : though we are justices, additions, the names of fiends : but cuckold ! wit-|| and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we tol2 cuckold' the devil himself hath not such a have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust of women, master Page. his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather||
Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow. trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am aquavitæ bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself ihen she ruminates, then she devises : and what a wise and patient churchman : you must go with they think in their hearts they may effect, they me, master doctor. will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be praised for my jealousy !--Eleven o'clock the Muck-water.?
Host. Pardon, guest justice :--A word, monsieur hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be re- Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat? venged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than all valour, bully.
Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold !
Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-vater cuckold !
as de Englishman :--Scurvy jack-dog priest! by
gar, me vill cut his ears. SCENE III.-Windsor Park. Enter Caius Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. and Rugby
Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. Jack Rugby!
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de
claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack?
Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh pro- | wag. mised to meet.
Caius. Me tank you for dat.
Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, master (1) Add to his title. (2) Contented cuckold. (3) Usquebangh. (4) Fence.
(6) Cant term for Spaniard. (5) Terms in fencing.
(7) Drain of a dunghill.
guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep
it in your arms.
(Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Host. He is there : see what humour he is in ; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : will
Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow, it do well?
good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, Shal. We will do it.
and a good student from his book, and it is won
derful. Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. (Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.
Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page! Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he
Page. Save you, good sir Hugh! speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you !
Shal. What the sword and the world! do you
raw rheumatic day?
Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a
Era. There is reasons and causes for it. feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said I well?
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office,
master parson. Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat; by gar, I love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest,
Eva. Fery well : what is it? de carl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my |belike, having received wrong by some person, is
Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who patients. Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary to
at most odds with his own gravity and patience, wards Anne Page; said I well?
that ever you saw. Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said.
Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward; Host. Let us wag then.
I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.
learning, so wide of his own respect.
Eva. What is he?
Page. I think you know him; master doctor
Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I
had as lief you would tell me of a mess of por
ridge. SCENE I.-A field near Frogmore. Enter Page. Why? Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.
Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's and Galen,-and he is a knave besides ; a cowardly serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, ||knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal. which way have you looked for master Caius, that Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight
with him. calls himself Doctor of Physic? Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward,
Slen. O, sweet Anne Page! every way; old Windsor way, and every way but
Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep the town way.
them asunder ;-here comes doctor Caius.
Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.
Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your and trempling of mind !-I shall be glad, if he have weapon. deceived me :-how melancholies I am I will
Shal. So do you, good master doctor. knog his urinals about his knave's costard," when I || them keep
their limbs whole, and hack our English.
Host. Disarm them, and let them question ; let have good opportunities for the 'ork :-'pless my soul!
Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit
your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me? To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Eva. Pray you, use your patience : In good time.
Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog,
Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to
othermen's humours; I desire you in friendship, Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. I will knog your urinals about your knave's
and I will one way or other make you amends : Melodious birds sing madrigals ;- cogscomb, for missing your meetings and appointWhen as I sat in Pabylon,2
ments. And a thousand fragrant posies.
Caius. Diable! – Jack Rugby,mine Host de
Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have
Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you,
this is the place appointed ; I'll be judgment by To shallow rivers, to whose falls
mine host of the Garter. Heaven prosper the right What weapons is he? || and Welsh ; soul-curer and body-curer.
Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, Caius. Ay, dat is very good!'excellent! master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog- Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garinore, over the stile, this way.
Am I politic? am I subtle ? am I a Machia(1) Head.
(2) Babylon, the first line of the 137th Psalm.
vel? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the || plots!-they are laid ; and our revolted wives potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? | share damnation together. Well; I will take him, my priest? my sir Hugh? no; he gives me the then torture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of pro-verbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy hand, modesty from the so seeming: mistress Page, diterrestrial ; 80:-Give me thy hand, celestial; so. | vulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; --Boys of art, I have deceived you both ; I have and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours directed you to wrong places : your hearts are shall cry aim. (Clock strikes.] The clock gives mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; be the issue.- Come, lay their swords to pawn :- there I shall find Falstaff: I shall be rather praisFollow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. Wed for this, than mocked; for it is as positive as
Shal. Trust me, a mad host :-Follow, gentle- || the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there : I will go. men, follow. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page!
Exeunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Host. Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Sir Hugh Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make
Evans, Caius, and Rugby. a de sotl of us ? ha, ha!
Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford. Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlouting. Ford. Trust me, a good knot : I have good stog. 2-I desire you, that we may be friends and cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me. let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on Shal. I must excuse myself, master Ford. this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the Slen. And so must I, sir ; we have appointed host of the Garter.
to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise with her for more money than I'll speak of. to bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar, he de- Shal. We have linger'd about a match between ceive me too.
Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles :-Pray we shall have our answer.
[Ereuni. Slen. I hope, I have your good-will, father
Page. SCENE II.--The Street in Windsor. Enter Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholMrs. Page and Robin.
ly for you :--but my wife, master doctor, is for
you altogether. Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush. leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? or eye your master's heels ?
he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April a man, than follow him like a dwarf.
and May: he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy ; now, his buttons; he will carry't. see, you'll be a courtier.
Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The
gentleman is of no having :6 he kept company with Enter Ford.
the wild Prince and Poins ; he is of too high a reFord. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go (not in his fortunes with the finger of my sub
gion, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a 'you?
Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife: Is she stance: if he take her, let him take her simply ; at home?
the wealth I have waits on my consent, and my Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang togeth-|| consent goes not that way. er, for want of company : I think, if your husbands
Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go were dead, you two would marry.
home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you Mrs. Page. Be sure of that, two other hus- I shall have sport ; I will show you a monster. bands.
Master doctor, you shall go ;-so shall you, master Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock? || Page ;--and you, sir Hugh. Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his
Shal. Well, fare you well :--we shall have the name is my husband had him of: What do
freer wooing at master Page's. call your knight's name, sirrah?
[Ereunt Shallow and Slender. Rob. Sir John Falstaff.
Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon. Ford. Sir John Falstaff!
[Exit Rugby Mrs. Page. He, he : I can never hit on's name.
Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest There is such a league between my good man knight Falstaff, and drink canary with him. and he !-Is your wife at home, indeed?
(Exit Host. Ford. Indeed, she is.
Ford. (Aside.) I think, I shall drink in pipeMrs. Page. By your leave, sir ;-I am sick, till/wine first with him ; I'll make him dance. Will I see her.
(Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. you go, gentles ? Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath be any eyes ?
Ail. Have with you, to see this monster. hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath
(Exeunt. no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-SCENE III.-A room in Ford's house. Enter blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's in
Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. clination; he gives her folly motion, and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's Mrs. Ford. What, John! what, Robert ! boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing Mrs. Page. Quickly, quickly : is the buck in the wind and Falstaff's boy with her!--Good basket
Mrs. Ford. I warrant :-what, Robin, I say. (1) Fool. (2) Flouting-stock. (3) Specious. (4) Shall encourage.
(5) Out of the common style. (6) Not rich.
you are called.
MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.
Mrs. Ford. Believe me, there's no such thing
Fal. What made me love thee? let that perMrs. Page. Give your men the charge ; we suade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee. must be brief.
Come, I cannot cog, and say, thou art this and Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John, that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn buds, and Robert
, be ready here hard by in the brew that come like women in men's apparel, and smell house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth,
like Bucklersburys in simple-time; I cannot : but and (without any pause or staggering,) take this I love thee: none but thee; and thou deservest it. basket on your shoulders: that done, trudge with
Mrs. Ford. Do not betray me, sir; I fear, you it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters! in love mistress Page. Datchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddy | by the Counters.gate
; which is as hateful to me as
Fal. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk ditch, close by the Thames' side. Mrs. Page. You will do it?
the reek of a lime-kiln. Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over;
Mrs. 'Ford. Well, heaven knows, how I love they lack no direction : be gone, and come when you; and you shall one day find it.
(Exeunt Servants. Fal. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it. Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or
else I could not be in that mind. Enter Robin.
Rob. (within.) Mistress Ford, mistress Ford !
here's mistress Page at the door, sweating and Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket ?? what||blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs news with you?
speak with you presently. Rob. My master, sir John, is come in at your Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce? me back-door, mistress Ford ; and requests your com- behind the arras.8 pany
Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tatMrs. Page. You little Jack-a-lent,3 have you uing woman.- (Falstaff hides himself. been true to us?
Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: my master knows not Enter Mistress Page and Robin.
Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you
are undone for ever. thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee
Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress a new doublet and hose.--I'll go hide me.
Page? Mrs. Ford. Do so Go tell thy master, I am alone. Mrs. Page, remember you your cue.
Mrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford! hav
[Exit Robin. | ing an honest man to your husband, to give him Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it,
such cause of suspicion ! hiss me.
Erit Mrs. Page.
Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?
Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out wholesome humidity, this gross watry, pumpion ;
upon you! how am I mistook in you! we'll teach him to know turtles from jays.
Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter?
Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, Enter Falstaff.
woman, with all the officers in Windsor, to search
for a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel? | house, by your consent, to take an ill advantage of Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; his absence. You are undone. this is the period of my ambition : O this blessed Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[ Aside.]—'Tis not hour!
so, I hope. Mrs. Ford. O sweet sir John !
Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you Fal. Mistress Ford,
I cannot have such a man here; but 'tis most certain your prate, Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: busband's coming, with half Windsor at his heels, I would thy husband were dead : I'll speak it be- || to search for such a one. I come before to tell fore the best lord, I would make thee my lady. you: if you know yourself clear, why I am glad
Mrs. Ford. I your lady, sir John! alas, 1 of it: but if you have a friend here, convey, conshould be a pitiful lady.
vey him out.
Be not amazed; call all your senses Fal. Let the court of France show me such || to you ; defend your reputation, or bid farewell to another ; I see how thine eyes would emulate the your good life for ever. diamond: thou hast the right arched bent of the Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?~There is a genbrow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, ||tleman, my dear friend; and I fear not mine own or any tire of Venetian admittance, 4
shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, sir John: my || thousand pound, he were out of the house. brows become nothing else ; nor that well neither. Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand you had
Fal. Thou art a traitor to say so: thou would'st || rather, and you had rather ; your husband's here make an absolute courtier; and the firm fixture of at hand, bethink you of some conveyance: in the thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait, house you cannot hide him.-0, how have you in a semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou deceived me!-Look, here is a basket; if he be of wert, if fortune thy foe were not; nature is thy || any reasonable stature, he may creep in here; and friend: come, thou canst not hide it.
throw foul linen upon him, as if it were going to (1) Bleachers of linen.
(4) Venetian fashions. A young small hawk.
(5) Formerly chiefly inhabited by druggists. A puppet thrown at in Lent, like shrove-cocks. (6) Prison.
bucking : or, it is whiting-time,' send him by your Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, men to Datchet Mead.
mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : what into the water; and give him another hope, to be shall I do?
tray him to another punishment ? Re-enter Falstaff.
Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to
morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! i'll in, I'll in ;-follow your friend's counsel ;—I'11 Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. in.
Mrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff! Are these Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knave your letters, knight?
bragged of that he could not compass. Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me Mrs. Page. Heard away: let me creep in bere; I'll never
Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me well, (He goes into the basket; they cover him with master Ford, do you? foul linen.)
Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: call
Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your your men, mistress Ford :--You dissembling Knight! thoughts! Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! (Exil
Ford. Amen. Robin; re-enter Servants.] Go take up these
Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staf/?2|| master Ford. look, how you drumble :3 carry them to the laun- Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it. dress in Datchet Mead; quickly, come.
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in
the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, Enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans. || heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment!
Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect with
Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamout cause, why then make sport at me, then let || cd? What spirit, what devil suggests this imaginame be your jest ; 1 deserve it.--How now ? whithertion? I would not have your distemper in this bear you this ?
kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle. Serv. To the laundress, forsooth.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither Eva. You suffer for a pad conscience : your wife they bear it? you were best meddle with buck-lis as honest a 'onans, as I will desires among five washing
thousand, and five hundred too. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of
Caius. By gar, I see 'us an honest woman. the buck! Buck, buck, buck? ay, buck; I war
Ford. Well ;--I promised you a dinner :-Come, rant you, buck; and of the season 100, it shall ap- come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me; pear. (Ereunt Servants with the basket.) Gentle. I will hereafter make known to you, why I have men, I have dreamed to-night ; I'll tell you my || done this.-Come, wife ;-come, mistress Page; I dream. Here, here, here be my keys : ascend my ll pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me. chambers, search, seek, find out: I'll warrant, we'll
Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, unkennel the fox :-Let me stop this way first :
-we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow mornSo, now, uncape. 4
ing to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birdPage. Good master Ford, be contented: youing together; I have a fine hawk for the bush : wrong yourself toc much.
shall it be so? Ford. True, master Page.--Up, gentlemen; you Ford. Any thing. shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the
company. Eva. This is fery fantastical humours, and jea- Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de lousies.
tird. Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France: it
Eva. In your teeth: for shame. is not jealous in France.
Ford. Pray you go, master Page. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen ; see the is
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow sue of his search. (Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. Il on the lousy knave, mine host.
Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart. this? Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, mockeries.
Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes and his
(Excunt. that my husband is deceived, or sir John.
Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when SCENE IV-A room in Page's house. Enter your husband asked whos was in the basket!
Fenton, and Mistress Anne Page. Mrs. Ford. I am half afraid he will have need of washing ; so throwing him into the water will Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; do him a benefit.
Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Nan. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I Anne. Alas! how then ? would, all of the same strain were in the same dis- Fent.
Why, thou must be thyself. tress.
He doth object, I am too great of birth ; Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some spe. And that, my state being galld with my expense, cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never I seek to heal it only by his wealth : saw him so gross in bis jealousy till now. Besides these, other bars he lays before me
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And My riots past, my wild societies; we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff : his dis- || And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible solute disease will scarce obey this medicine. I should love thee, but as a property.
Anne. May be, he tells you true. (1) Bleaching-time. (2) A staff for carrying a large tub or basket. (3) Drone. (4) Unbag the fox. (5) What.