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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 beshall I do?

tray him to another punishment?

Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for toRe-enter Falstaff.

morrow eight o'clock, to have amends. Fal. Let me see't, let me see't! O let me see't! I!!! in, I'll in ;--follow your friend's counsel;- Re-enter Ford, Page, Caius, and Sir Hugh Evans, I'll in. Mrs. Page. What! sir John Falstaff! Are these

Ford. I cannot find him: may be the knare

bragged of that he could not compass. your letters, knight? Fal. I love thee, and none but thee; help me

Mrs. Page. Heard you that? away: let me creep in here ; I'll never

Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me well, [He goes into the basket; they cover hin with master Ford, do you?' foul linen.)

Ford. Ay, I do so. Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: call

Ars. Ford. Heaven make you better than your your men, mistress Ford: You dissembling knight! thoughts ! Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! (Exit

Ford, Amen. Robin; re-enter Servants.) Go take up these

Mrs. Puge. You do yourself mighty wrong,

master Ford. clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff ?? look, how you drumble:: 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, tie, master Ford ! are you not ashamout cause, why then make sport at me, then let me ed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagina. be your jest; I deserve it.-How now? whither tion? I would not have your distemper in this kind, bear you this ?

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 wise they bear it ? you were best meddle with buck- is as honest a 'omans, as I will desires among five washing.

thousand, and five hundred too. Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of Cuius. By gar, I see 'tis 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 too, it shall ap- come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; pear. [Exeunt 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 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.*

ing to my house to breakfast ; after, we'll a birdPage. Good master Ford, be contented: you ing together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: wrong yourself too much.

shall it be so? Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you

Ford. Any thing. shall sec sport anon : follow me, gentlemen. Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the

[Erit. 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 issue Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow of his search. [Exeunt Evans, Page, and Caius. 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?

Era, A lousy knave; to have his jibes and his Mrs. Ford. I know not which pleases me better, mockeries.

[Ereunt that my husband is deceived, or sir John.

Mrs. Page. What a taking was he in, when your SCENE IV.A room in Page's house. Enter husband asked who 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 do Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love; 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


Why, thou must be thyself. distress.

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 his 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. 12 A staff for carrying a large tub or basket. (3) Drone. (4) Unbag the fox. (5) What

Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to I told you, sir, my daughter is disposid of. come!

Feni. Nay, master Page, be not impatient. Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth

Mrs. Page. Good master Fenton, come not to Was the first motive that I woo'd thee, Anne:

my child.
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value Page. She is no match for you.
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
And 'tis the very riches of thyself


No, good master Fenton. That now I aim at.

Come, master Shallow: come, son Slender; in :Anne. Gentle master Fenton,

Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton. Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir :

(Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. If opportunity and humble suit

Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Cannot attain it, why then-Hark you hither. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your

[They converse apart. daughter

In such a righteous fashion as I do, Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mrs. Quickly.

Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my And not retire: let me have your good will.

I must advance the colours of my love, kinsman shall speak for himself. Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't:' slid, 'tis

Anne. Good mother, do not marry me to yond' but venturing.

fool. Shal. Be not dismay'd.

Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better

husband. Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that,-but that I am afeard.

Quick. That's my master, master doctor. Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a

Anne. Alas, I had rather be set quick i' the earth, word with you.

and bowl'd to death with turnips. Anne. I come to him.-This is my father's choice.

Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself : good 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults

master Fenton, Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

I will not be your friend, nor enemy: [ Aside.

My daughter will I question how she loves you, Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? And as I find her, so am I affected; Pray you, a word with you.

"Till then, farewell, sir :-She must needs go in; Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou Her father will be angry. hadst a father!

(Ereunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle

Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress ; farewell, Nan. can tell you good jests of him :--Pray you, uncle,

Quick. This is my doing now ;-Nay, said I, will tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two Look on master Fenton: this is my doing.

you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? geese out of a pen, good uncle. Shal. Mistress Aune, my cousin loves you.

Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thce, once to Slen. Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.

night in Glocestershire. Sha!. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

(Exit. Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,» kind heart he hath: a woman would run through

Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A under the degree of a squire. Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty would my master had mistress Anne; or I would

fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I pounds jointure.

Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would himself.

master Fenton had her: 'I will do what I can for Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for them all three ; for so I have promised, and I'll be that good comfort. She calls you, coz: PU leave as good as my word; but speciously for master

Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John pou. Anne. Now, master Slender.

Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am

I to slacks it! Slen. Now, good mistress Anne.

[Exit. Anne. What is your will ? Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty SCENE V.A room in the Garter Inn. Enter

Falstaff and Bardolph. jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give Fal. Bardolph, I say, hearen praise.

Bard. Here, sir. Inne. I mean, master Slender, what would you Fal. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. with me?

(Erit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown nothing with you: your father, and my uncle, have into the Thames? Well; if I be served such anmade motions: if it be my luck, so: if not, happy other trick, i'll have my brains ta'en out, and butman be his dole!3 They can tell you how things ter'd, and give them to a dog for a new vear's gift. go, better than I can: you may ask your father; The rogues slighted me into the river with as little here he comes.

remorset as they would have drown'd a bitch's Enter Page, and Mistress Page.

blind puppics, fifteen i the litter: and you may

know hy iv size, that I have a kind of alacrity in Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh- sinking, if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should ter Anne.

down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was Why, how now! what does master Fenton here? shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the You wrong me, sir, thus still to haunt my house : water swells a man; and what a thing should I

(1) A proverb-a shaft was a long arrow, and a (2) Come poor or rich. (3) Lot. (4) Specially. bolt a thick short one.

(5) Neglect. (6) Pitv.

have lizen, when I had been swelled! I should Ford. What, while you were there? have been a mountain of mummy.

Fal. While I was there.

Ford, And did he search for you, and could not Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine.

find you?

Fal. You shall hear. As good luck would have Burd. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak it comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence with you.

of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Fol. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me inis a Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had buck-basket. swailowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Ford. A buck basket! Call her in.

Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me Bard. Come in, woman.

in with foui shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings,

and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was Enter Mrs. Quickly.

the rankest compound of villanous smell, that ever

offended nostril. R:rick. By-your leave; I cry you mercy: give Ford. And how long lay you there? your worship good-morrow.

Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I Fal. Take away these chalices :' go brew me a have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your po:tle of sack finely.

good. Being thus crainmed in the basket, a couple Bard. With eggs, sir ?

of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul brewage.-(Exit Bardolph. ]-How now? clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their

Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from shoulders; met the jealous knave, their master, in mistress Ford.

the door; who asked them once or twice what they Ful. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough: had in their basket. I quaked for fear, lest the was thrown into the ford : I have my belly full of lunatic knave would have searched it; but Fare ford.

ordaining he should be a cuckold, held' his hand. Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not Well: on went he for a search, and away went i her ftult; she does so take on with her men ; they for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, muster Brook: instook their erection.

I suffered the pangs of three several deaths : first, Fil. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish an intolerable fright, to be detected with a jealous woman's promise.

rotten-bell-wether: 'next, to be compassed like a Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it good bilbo,2 in the circumference of a peck, hilt to would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband point, heel to head: and then, to be stopped in, like goes this morning a birding; she desires you once a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that frei. more to come to her between eight and nine: I must ted in their own grease: think of that,-a man of carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, my kidney,—think of that; that am as subject to I warrant you.

heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And her think, what a man is : let her consider his in the height of this bath, when I was more than frailty, and then judge of my merit.

half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be Quick. I will tell her.

thrown into the 'Thames, and cooled, glowing hol, Fil. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st thou ? in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that ;Quick. Eight and nine, sir.

hissing hot,-think of that, master Brook. Fal. Well, be gone: I will not miss her.

Ford. In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for Quick. Peace be with you, sir! (Exit. my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then

Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he is desperate; you'll undertake her no more. sent me word to stay within: I like his money well. Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into tra, O, here he comes.

as I have been into the Thames, ere I will leave

her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a bird. Enter Ford.

ing: I have received from her another embassy of

meeting ; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, master Ford. Bless you, sir!

Brook. Fal. Now, master Brook; you come to know Ford. 'Tis past eight already, sir. what hath passed between me and Ford's wise? Fal. Is it? I will then address me to my appoint

ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business. ment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and

Ful. Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion at her house the hour she appointed me.

shall be crowned with your enjoying her : adie!!. Ford. And how speed you, sir ?

You shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, Fil. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook.

you shall cuckold Ford.

(Erit. Ford. How so, sir? Did she change her deter Ford. Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? mination ?

do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornu- Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, master 19, her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a con- Ford. This 'tis to be marricd! this 'tis to have linen, tinual 'laruin of jealousy, comes me in the instant and buck-baskets !-Well, I will proclaim myselí of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at mv protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of house: he cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he or comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his com-should; he cannot creep into a half-penny purse, panions, thither provoked and instigated by his dis- nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that temper, and, forsooth, to search his house for bis guides him should aid him, I will search impossible wife's love.

places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to (1) Cups. (2) Bilboa, where the best blades are made. (3) Seriousness. 14) Make myself ready.

to play.

be what I would not, shall not make me tame: if Eva. 'Oman, forbear. I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go Mrs. Page. Peace. with me, I'll be horn mad.

[Exit. Eva. What is your genitive case, plural, Wil

liam ?

Will. Genitive case ?

Eva. Ay.

Will. Genitive,-horum, harum, horum.

Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie un

her !--never name her, child, if she be a whore. SCENE I.-The Street. Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Eva. For shame, 'oman. Quickly, and William.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words:

he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already, do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum :think'st thou ?

fie upon you! Quick. Sure he is by this ; or will be presently : Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no but truly, he is very courageous mad, about his understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of throwing into the water. Mistress Ford'desires you the genders ? Thou art as foolish Christian creato come suddenly.

tures as I would desires. Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll but Mrs. Page. Prythee, hold thy peace. bring my young man here to school: look, where Eva. Show me now, William, some declensions his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I see. of your pronouns.

Will. F'orsooth, I have forgot.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

Eva. It is ki, , cod; if you forget your kies,

your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. How now, sir Hugh? no school to-day? Go your ways, and play, go. Era. No; master Slender is let the boys leave Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I

thought he was. Quick. Blessing of his heart!

Era. He is a good sprag' memory. Farewell, Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my mistress Page. son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh.

[Exit Sir you, ask him some questions his accidence. Hugh.] Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay Eva. Come hither, William; hold up your too long.

'[Exeuni. head; come.

Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your SCENE II.-A room in Ford's house. Enter head; answer your master, be not afraid.

Falstaff and Mrs. Ford.
Era. William, how many numbers is in nouns?
Will. Two.

Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up Quick. Truly, I thought there had been one my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious4 in your number more ; because they say, od's nouns.

love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not Eva. Peace your tattlings. What is fair, Wil- only, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, bu liam?

in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremoWill. Pulcher.

But are you sure of your husband now? Quick. Poulcats! there are fairer things than

Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. poulcats, sure.

Mrs. Page. [Within.) What hoa, gossip Ford ! Era. You are a very simplicity 'oman; I pray

what hoa! yu, peace. What is lapis, William ?

Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Will. A stone.

(Exit Falstaff. Era. And what is a stone, William ? Will. A pebble.

Enter Mrs. Page. Era. No, it is lapis ; I pray you remember in

Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at your prain.

home beside yourself? Will. Lapis.

Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Eva. That is good William. What is he, Wil

Mrs. Page. Indeed ? liam, that does lend articles ? Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun;

Mrs. Ford. No,certainly;-speak louder. (Aside. and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, body here.

Mrs. Page. Truly, am so glad you have nohie, hæc, hoc.

Mrs. Ford. Why? Era. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog; pray you, mark: genilivo, hujus : Well, what is your accu- his old luness again: he so takes on yonder with

Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in satire case ?

my husband; so rails against all married mankind; Will. Accusativo, hinc.

so curses all'Eve's daughters, of wnat complexion Era. I pray you, have your remembrance, soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, pold; Accusatiro, hing, hang, hog. Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant

crying, peer out, peer out !6 that any madness

ever yei bcheld, seemed but tameness, civility; Era. Leave your prabbles, ’oman. What is am glad the fat knight is not here.

and patience, to this his distemper he is in now: 1 e focatire case, William? IV a. 0-Vocatiro, 0.

Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him?

Mrs. Page. Of none but him; and swears, he Era. Remember, William; focative is, caret.

was carried out, the last time he searched for him, Quick. And that's a good root.

in a basket: protests to my husband, he is now (1) Outrageous. (2) Breeched, i. e. flogged. (6) As children call on a snail to push forth his (3) Apt to learn. (4) Sorrowful. (5) Mad fits. Thorns.

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bere; and hath drawn him and the rest of their Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they company from their sport, to make another experi- shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring liner. meni of his suspicion: but I am glad the knight for him straight.

(Exil. is not here ; now he shall see his own foolery. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page ? cannot misuse him enough.

Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, be here anon.

Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: Mrs. Ford. I am undone !--the knight is here, We do not act, that often jest and laugh;

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed, 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. and he's but a dead man. What a woman are

(Erit. you !-Away with him, away with him ; better shame than murder.

Re-enter Mrs. Ford, with two servants. Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him ? Shall I put him into the bas Mrs. Ford. Go, sirs, take the basket again on ket again?

your shoulders; your master is hard at door: if he

bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch. Re-enter Falstaff.


1 Serv. Come, come, take it up. Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: may 2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight I not go out, ere he come ?

again, Mrs. Pagé. Alas, three of master Ford's bro | Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much thers watch the door with pistols, that none should lead. issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he But what make you here?

Enter Ford, Page, Shallow, Caius, and Sir Hugh Fal. What shall I do?-I'll creep up into the

Evans. chimney. Mrs. Ford. There they always use to discharge have you any way then to unfool me again ?--Set

Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, their birding-pieces: creep into the kiln-hole.

down the basket, villain :-Somebody call my Fal. Where is it?

Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. Wife : --You, youth in a basket, come out here! Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but --O, you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such a pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the

devil be shamed. What! wife, 1 say! come, places, and goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the house.

come forth; behold what honest clothes you send Fal. I'll go out then.

forth to bleaching. Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own sem

Page. Why, this passes ;“ Master Ford, you blance, you die, sir John. Unless you go out dis- are not to go loose any longer ; you must be

pinioned. guised, Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him?

Eva. Why, this is lunatics ! this is mad as a mad

dog! Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I kno not. There

Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well ; is no woman's gown big enough for him ; other

indeed. wise, he might put on a hat, a mutller, and a kerchief, and so escape.

Enter Mrs. Ford. Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extreinity, rather than a mischief. Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman, the

Ford. So say I too, Sir.--Come hither, mistress Brentford, has a gown above. Mrs. Page. On my word, it will serve him; jealous fool' to her husband !—I suspect without

modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath the she's as big as he is : and there's her thrum'd hat,


mistress, do I ? and her muffler too: run up, sir John.

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do, ir Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet sir John; mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head.

you suspect me in any dishonesty. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress Come forth, sirrah.

Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out. — you straight : put on the gown the while.

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket.

(Exit Fal. Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet

Page. This passes ! him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman clothes alone.

Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the of Brentford; he swears, she's a witch ; forbade

Ford. I shall find you anon. her my house, and hath threatened to beat her. Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's wife's clothes? Come away,

Eva. "Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your cudgel; and the devil" guide his cudgel afterwards!

Ford. Empty the basket, I say.

Mrs. Ford. Why, man, why,-
Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming ?
Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and

Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had in-one conveyed out of my house yesterday in this telligence.

basket: Why may not he be there again? In my Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my

house I am sure he is : my intelligence is true;

my jealousy is reasonable : Pluck me out all the men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the

linen. door with it, as they did last time. Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently : die a flea's death.

Mrs. Ford. If you find a man there, he shall let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford.

Page. Here's no man. (1) Short note of. (2) Seriousness. (3) Gang. (4) Surpasses, to go beyond bounds

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