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Sir John Falstaff.


Pistol, Followers of Falstaff. SHALLOW, a Country Justice.

Nym, SLENDER, Cousin to Shallow.

Robin, Page to Falstaff. FORD, Two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor.

Simple, Servant to Slender. PAGE,

John RUGBY, Servant to Dr. Caius. William Page, a Boy, Son to Mr. Page.

Mrs. FORD. Sir Hugh Evans, a Welsh Parson.

Mrs. Page, Dr. Caius, a French Physician.

Anne Page, her Daughter, in love with Fenton. Host of the Garter Inn.

Mrs. Quickly, Servant to Dr. Caius.
Servants to Page, Ford, &c.
SCENE, Windsor; and the Parts adjacent.



SCENE I.-Windsor. Before Page's House.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end

it: and there is also another device in my prain, which, Enter Justice Shallow, SLENDER, and Sir Hugh

peradventure, prings goot discretions with it. There is Evans.

Anne Page, which is daughter to master George Page, Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a which is pretty virginity. Star-chamber matter of it: if he were twenty sir John Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire. and speaks small, like a woman. Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and Eva. It is that fery person for all the orld; as just

as you will desire, and seven hundred pounds of monies, Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and cust-alorum. and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's

Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman born, bed (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections !) give, when master parson; who writes himself armigero ; in any she is able to overtake seventeen years old. It were a bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero. goot motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles,

Shal. Ay, that I do; and have done any time these and desire a marriage between master Abraham, and three hundred years.

mistress Anne Page. Slen. All his successors, gone before him, hath done't; Slen. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they pound? may give the dozen white luces in their coat.

Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny, Shal. It is an old coat.

Slen. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good Era. The dozen white louses do become an old coat gifts. well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is man, and signifies love.

good gifts. Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an Shal. Well, let us see honest master Page. Is old coat.

Falstaff there? Slen. I may quarter, coz?

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar, as Shal. You may, by marrying.

I do despise one that is false; or, as I despise one Era. It is marring, indeed, if he quarter it. that is not true. The knight, sir John, is there; and, Shal. Not a whit.

I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will Era. Yes, per-lady: if he has a quarter of your coat, peat the door for master Page. [Knocks.] What, hoa ! there is but three skirts for yourself

, in my simple con- Got pless your house here ! jeetures. But that is all one: if sir John Falstaff have Page. Who's there? [Above, at the window. committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and and will be glad to do my benevolence, to make atone- justice Shallow; and here young master Slender, that, ments and compremises between you.

peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters Shal. The council shall hear it: it is a riot.

grow to your likings. Era. It is not meet the council hear a riot; there

Enter Page. is no fear of Got in a riot. The council, look you, Page. I am glad to see your worships well. I shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a thank you for my venison, master Shallow. riot : take your vizaments in that.

Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you: much Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again the good do it your good heart. I wished your venison sword should end it.

better; it was ill kill'd.--How doth good mistress

you hear it.

Page ?—and I thank you always with my heart, la; might never come in mine own great chamber again with my heart.

else) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward Page. Sir, I thank you.


that cost me two shilling and two pence Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. a-piece of Yed Miller, by these gloves. Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender. Fal. Is this true, Pistol ?

Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. heard say, he was outrun on Cotsold.

Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner ! —Sir John and Page. It could not be judg'd, sir.

master mine, Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. I combat challenge of this latten bilbo :

Shal. That he will not;—'tis your fault, 'tis your Word of denial in thy labras here; fault.—'Tis a good dog.

Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest. Page. A cur, sir.

Slen. By these gloves, then 'twas he. Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; can Nym. Be advised, sir, and pass good humours. I will there be more said ? he is good, and fair. Is sir John say, marry trap,” with you, if you run the nuthook's Falstaff here?

humour on me; that is the very note of it. Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face had it; for good office between you.

though I cannot remember what I did when you made Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak. me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page.

Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.

Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd: is not had drunk himself out of his five sentences. that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me; indeed, Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is! he hath ;-at a word, he hath ;-believe me :-Robert Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd ; Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.

and so conclusions pass'd the carieres. Page. Here comes sir John.

Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no Enter Sir John Falstaff, BARDOLPH, NYM, matter. I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in and Pistol.

honest, civil, godly company, for this trick : if I be Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of to the king?

God, and not with drunken knaves. Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. deer, and broke open my lodge.

Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter. Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answered.

Enter Anne Page with Wine ; and Mistress Ford and Fal. I will answer it straight :- I have done all

Mistress PAGE. this. That is now answered.

Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in ; we'll drink Shal. The council shall know this.


[Exit ANNE PAGE. Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in Slen. Oh heaven! this is mistress Anne Page. counsel : you'll be laughed at.

[Following and looking after her. Eva. Pauca verba, sir John; good worts.

Page. How now, mistress Ford ! Fal. Good worts ? good cabbage.-Slender, I broke Fai. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well your head; what matter have you against me? met: by your leave, good mistress. [Kissing her.

Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome.—Come, you; and against your coney-catching rascals, Bar- we have a hot venison pasty to dinner: come, gentledolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the men, I hope we shall drink'down all unkindness. tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked [Exeunt all but SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Evans. my pocket.

Slen. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my Bard. You Banbury cheese !

book of songs and sonnets here.Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Enter SIMPLE. Pist. How now, Mephostophilus ?

How now, Simple! Where have you been? I must Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

wait on myself, must I ? You have not the book of Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca ; slice! that's my riddles about you, have you? humour.

Sim. Book of riddles ! why, did you not lend it to Slen. Where's Simple, my man ?-can you tell, Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight cousin ?

afore Michaelmas ? Eva. Peace ! I pray you. Now let us understand : Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A there is three umpires in this matter, as I understand; word with you, coz; marry, this, coz: there is, as that is--master Page, fidelicet, master Page; and there 'twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by sir is myself, fidelicet, myself; and the three party is, Hugh here : do you understand me? lastly and finally, miné host of the Garter.

Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable : if it be Page. We three, to hear it, and end it between so, I shall do that that is reason. them.

Shal. Nay, but understand me. Eva. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my Slen. So I do, sir. note-book; and we will afterwards 'ork upon the Eva. Give ear to his motions, master Slender. I will cause, with as great discreetly as we can.

description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it. Fal. Pistol !

Slen. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says. I Pist. He hears with ears.

pray you, pardon me; he's a justice of peace in his Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this? | country, simple though I stand here. “He hears with ear?” Why, it is affectations. Eva. But that is not the question : the question is

Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse? concerning your marriage.
Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he, (or I would I Shal. Ay, there's the point, sir.

Era. Marry, is it, the very point of it; to mistress by the chain; but, I warrant you, the women have so Anne Page.

cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd: but women, Slen. Why, if it be so, I will marry her upon any indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favoured reasonable demands.

rough things. Eva. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us de

Re-enter Page. mand to know that of your mouth, or of your lips ; for Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we stay divers philosophers hold, that the lips is parcel of the for you. mouth : therefore, precisely, can you carry your good Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir. will to the maid?

Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, sir. Shal. Consin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Come, come.

Slen. I hope, sir, I will do, as it shall become one Slen. Nay; pray you, lead the way. that would do reason.

Page. Come on, sir. Eva. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards Anne. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on. her.

Slen. Truly, I will not go first : truly, la, I will not Shal. That you must. Will you, upon good dowry,


wrong. marry her?

Anne. I pray you, sir. Slen. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly, than troublesome. request, cousin, in any reason.

You do yourself wrong, indeed, la.

[Exeunt. Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz:

SCENE II.-The Same. what I do, is to pleasure you, coz. Can you love the maid?

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE. Slen. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if Eva. Go your ways, and ask of doctor Caius' house, there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven which is the way, and there dwells one mistress may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are Quickly, which is in the manner of his nurse, or his married, and have more occasion to know one another. dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt : bis wringer. but if you say, “marry her,” I will marry her; that Sim. Well, sir. I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely.

Eva. Nay, it is petter yet.--Give her this letter; for Era. It is a fery discretion answer ; save, the fault it is a 'oman that altogether's acquaintance with misis in the 'ort dissolutely : the 'ort is, according to our tress Anne Page : and the letter is, to desire and require meaning, resolutely - His meaning is good.

her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Anne Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well.

Page : I pray you, be gone. I will make an end of my Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. dinner: there's pippins and cheese to come. (Exeunt. Re-enter ANNE PAGE.

SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne.-Would I were young, for your sake, mistress Anne !

Enter Falstaff, Host, BARDOLPH, Nym, Pistol, and

ROBIN. Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father desires your worship's company

Fal. Mine host of the Garter ! Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly,

Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the and wisely. grace.

[Exeunt Shallow and Evans. Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my Anne. Will't please your worship to come in, sir ?

followers. Slen. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very Host. Discard, bully Hercules ; cashier : let them well.

wag; trot, trot. Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a-week. Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth.-Go, Host. Thou’rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon my cousin Pheazar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, Shallow. (Exit SimpLE.] A justice of peace sometime he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector? may be beholding to his friend for a man.--I keep but Fal. Do so, good mine host. three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead; but Host. I have spoke ; let him follow.-Let me see what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born. thee froth, and lime: Iam at a word; follow. (Exit Host.

Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they Fal. Bardolph, follow him. A tapster is a good will not sit, till you come.

trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin ; a withered Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing ; I thank you as much servingman, a fresh tapster. Go; adieu. as though I did.

Bard. It is a life that I have desired. I will thrive. Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

[Exit BARDOLPH. Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you. I bruised Pist. O base Gongarian wight! wilt thou the spigot my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger wield? with a master of fence, (three veneys for a dish of Nym. He was gotten in drink: is not the humour stewed prunes) and, by my troth, I cannot abide the conceited ? His mind is not heroic, and there's the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? humour of it. be there bears i' the town?

(Dogs bark. Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box : Anne. I think, there are, sir ; I heard them talked of. his thefts were too open; his dilching was like an un

Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon skilful singer, he kept not time. quarrel at it as any man in England. You are afraid, Nym. The good humour is to steal at a minim's rest. if you see the bear loose, are you not?

Pist. Convey the wise it call. Steal ? foh! a fico Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

for the phrase! Slen. That's meat and drink to me, now: I have seen Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. Sackerson loose, twenty times, and have taken him Pist. Why then, let kibes ensue.

say I.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch, I Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense must shift.

Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with Pist. Young ravens must bave food.

yellowness, for the revolt of mine is dangerous : that Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town? is my true humour. Pist. I ken the wight: he is of substance good. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am about. thee; troop on.

Exeunt. Pist. Two yards, and more.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Dr. Caius's House. Fal. No quips now,

Pistol. Indeed I am in the waist two yards about; but I am now about no waste; I am

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, Simple, and John Rugby. about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to make love to Quick. What, John Rugby!—I pray thee, go to the Ford's wife : I spy entertainment in her; she discourses, casement, and see if you can see my master, master she craves, she gives the leer of invitation : I can con- doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i' faith, and find any strue the action of her familiar style; and the hardest body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's voice of her behaviour, to be Englished rightly, is, "I patience, and the king's English. am sir John Falstaff's."

Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit Rugby. Pist. He hath studied her will, and translated her Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at well; out of honesty into English.

night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire.—An Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour pass? honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come

Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor her husband's purse; he hath a legion of angels. no breed-bate : his worst fault is, that he is given to Pist. As many devils entertain, and “ To her, boy,” prayer; he is something peevish that way, but nobody

but has his fault; but let that pass. Peter Simple, Nym. The humour rises ; it is good : humour me the you say your name is ? angels.

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her; and here Quick. And master Slender's your master? another to Page's wife, who even now gave me good Sim. Ay, forsooth. eyes too, examin'd my parts with mostjudicious ciliads : Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, some- glover's paring-knife? times my portly belly.

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine.

with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not? Fal. O! she did so course o'er my exteriors with such Sim. Ay, forsooth; but he is as tall a man of his a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did hands, as any is between this and his head : he hath seem to scorch me up like a burning glass. Here's fought with a warrener. another letter to her : she bears the purse too; she is a Quick. How say you?-0! I should remember him : region in Guiana, all gold and beauty. I will be does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to his gait? me: they shall be my East and West Indies, and I Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to Quick. Well, beaven send Anne Page no worse formistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford. We tune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wishPist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,

Re-enter RUGBY, running. And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all ! Rug. Out, alas ! here comes my master.

Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the Quick. We shall all be shent. Run in here, good humour-letter. I will keep the 'haviour of repu- young man; go into this closet. (Shuts SIMPLE in the tation.

closet.] He will not stay long.–What, John Rugby! Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Robin,] bear you these letters John, what, John, I say !-Go, John, go inquire for my tightly:

master; [Exit RUGBY.] I doubt, he be not well, that Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.- he comes not home :-“ and down, down, adown-a," Rogues, hence! avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go; &c.

[Sings. Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!

Enter Doctor Caius. Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys. French thrift, you rogues: myself, and skirted page. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier

[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. verd; a box, a green-a box; do intend vat I speak? a Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd, and green-a box. fullam holds,

Quick. Ay, forsooth ; I'll fetch it you. [Aside.] I am And high and low beguile the rich and poor. glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, man, he would have been horn-mad. Base Phrygian Turk.

Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je Nym. I have operations, which be humours of re- m'en vais à la cour,---la grande affaire. venge.

Quick. Is it this, sir? Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Caius. Oui; mette le au mon pocket; dépêche, quickly. Nym. By welkin, and her stars.

-Vere is dat knave Rugby? Pist. With wit, or steel?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John! Nym. With both the humours, I :

Rug. Here, sir.

[Enter Rugby. I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,

come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold, Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
And his soft couch defile.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long.-Od's me! Qu'ai j'oublié? dere is some simples in my closet, dat I me, dat I shall have Anne Page for myself ?-By gar, I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind. [Going to it. vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine

Quick. [Aside. Ah me! he'll find the young man Host of de Jarretière to measure our weapon.-By gar, there, and be mad.

I vill myself have Anne Page. Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my

closet ?- Vil- Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be lainy! larron! [Dragging Simple out.] Rugby, my well. We must give folks leave to prate : what, the rapier!

good year! Quick. Good master, be content.

Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me.-By gar, if Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?

I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of Quick. The young man is an honest man.

my door.- Follow my heels, Rugby. Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet?

[Exeunt Caius and Rugby. dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quick. You shall have An fool's-head of your own.

Quick. I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do, nor parson Hugh.

can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven. Caius. Vell.

Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, ho? Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to

Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, Quick. Peace, I pray you.

I pray you. Caius. Peace-a your tongue !-Speak-a your tale.

Enter FENTON. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, Fent. How now, good woman! how dost thou? to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship master, in the way of marriage.

to ask. Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne ? finger in the fire, and need not.

Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and bonest, Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you ?—Rugby, baillez me and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you some paper: tarry you a littel-a while. [Writes. that by the way; I praise heaven for it.

Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been tho- Fent. Shall I do any good, think'st thou? Shall I roughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and not lose my suit? so melancholy.—But notwithstanding, man, I'll do you Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above; but notyour master what good I can: and the very yea and withstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book, the no is, the French doctor, my master,—I may call she loves you.—Have not your worship a wart above him my master, look you, for I keep his house ; and I your eye? wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that? make the beds, and do all myself.

Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale.—Good faith, it Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's is such another Nan;—but, I detest, an honest maid as hand.

ever broke bread :-we had an hour's talk of that wart. Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a-I shall never laugh but in that maid's company ;great charge: and to be up early and down late ;—but but, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and notwithstanding, to tell you in your ear, (I would have musing. But for you—well

, go to. no words of it) my master himself is in love with mis- Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day. Hold, there's tress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf : Anne's mind; that's neither here nor there.

if thou seest her before me, commend meCaius. You jack’nape, give-a dis letter to sir Hugh. Quick. Will I! i'faith, that I will; and I will tell By gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; your worship more of the wart, the next time we have and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle confidence, and of other wooers. or make.—You may be gone; it is not good you tarry Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit. here :-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he Quick. Farewell to your worship.-Truly, an honest shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simple. gentleman ; but Anne loves him not, for I know Anne's

Quick. Alas! he speaks but for his friend. mind as well as another does.-Out upon't! what have Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell-a I forgot?



SCENE I.-Before Page's House.

Thine own true knight,
Enter Mistress Page, with a Letter.

By day or night,

Or any kind of light, Mrs. Page. What! have I 'scaped love-letters in

With all his might, the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a sub

For thee to fight.

John Falstaff.” ject for them? Let me see.

[Reads. " Ask me no reason why I love you; for though love what a Herod of Jewry is this !–O wicked, wicked, use reason for his physician, he admits him not for his world !-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, counsellor. You are not young, no more am I: go to to show himself a young gallant! What an unweighed then, there's sympathy. You are merry, so am I, ha! behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked (with the ha! then, there's more sympathy: you love sack, and devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in 80 do 1; would you desire better sympathy? Let it this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice suffice thee, mistress Page, (at the least, if the love of in my company. What should I say to him ?-I was soldier can suffice) that I love thee. I will not say, then frugal of my mirth :-heaven forgive me !—Why, pity me, 'tis not a soldier-like phrase; but I say, love I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting

down of fat men. How shall I be revenged on him?

me. By me,

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