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Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself.
Shal. Marry I thank you for't; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz; I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.
Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you : your father, and my uncle, have made motions : If it be my luck, so; if not, happy man be his dole* ! They can tell you how things go, better than I can: you may ask your father; here he comes.
Enter Page, and Mistress Page. · Page. Now, master Slender :-Love him, daugh
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
No, good master Fenton. Come, master Shallow : come, son Slender; in:Knowing my mind, you wrong me, master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quick. Speak to mistress Page. Fent. Good mistress Page, for that I love your daughter
In such a righteous fashion as I do,
fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not; I seek you a better
husband. Quick. That's my master, master doctor. .
Annė. Alas, I had rather be set quick i'the earth, And bowl'd to death with turnips. Mrs. Page. Come, trouble not yourself: good
master Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected; . 'Till then, farewell, sir :- She must needs go in; Her father will be angry.
Exeunt Mrs. Page and Anne. Fent. Farewell, gentle mistress; farewell, Nan.
Quick. This is my doing now;- Nay, said I, will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician ? Look on master Fenton :- this is my doing. Fent. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to
night Give my sweet Nan this ring : there's for thy pains,
. [Erit. Quick. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath ; a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet, I would my master had mistress Anne; or I would master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would master Fenton had her; I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word ; but speciously * for master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses; what a beast am I to black + it!
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
Fal. Go fetoh me a quart of sack; put a toast in't, Exit Bard.] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal; and to be thrown into the Thames ? Well; if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out, and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse * as they would have drown'd a bitch’s blind puppies, fifteen i'the litter : and you may know by my size, that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking, if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been, when I had been swelled ! I should have been a mountain of mummy.
Re-enter Bardolph, with the wine, Bard. Here's mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold, as if I had swallowed snow-balls for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Bard. Come in, woman.
Enter Mrs. Quickly, Quick. By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Take away these chalicest : go brew me a pottle of sack finely. Bard. With eggs, sir ? * Pity.
Fal. Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage.-[Exit Bardolph.]-How now?
Quick. Marry, sir, I come to your worship from mistress Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough : I was thrown into the ford : I have my belly full of ford.
Quick. Alas the day! good heart, that was not her fault; she does so take on with her men; they mistook their erection."
Fal. So did I mine, to build upon a foolish woman's promise.
Quick. Well, she laments, sir, for it, that it would yearn your heart to see it. Her husband goes this morning a birding; she desires you once more to come to her between eight and nine : I must carry her word quickly: she'll make you amends, I war rant you.
Fal. Well, I will visit her: tell her so; and bid her think, what a man is: let her consider his frailty, and then judge of my merit.
Quick. I will tell her.
[Exit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he sent me word to stay within : I like his money well. (), here he comes."
Fal. Now, master Brook; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife?
Ford. That, indeed, sir John, is my business.
Fal., Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was at her house the hour she appointed me.
Ford. And how sped you, sir?
Ford. How so, sir ? Did she change her determination ?
Fal. No, master Brook; but the peaking cornuto, her husband, master Brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love. · Ford. What, while you were there?
Fal. While I was there.
Ford. And did he search for you, and could not find you?
Fal. You shall hear, As good luck would have it, comes in one mistress Page; gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and, by her invention, and Ford's wife's distraction, they conveyed me into a : buck-basket. · Ford. A buck-basket!
Fal. By the Lord, a buck-basket: rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, and greasy napkins; that, master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villainous smell, that ever offended nostril.
Ford. And how long lay you there?
Fal. Nay, you shall hear, master Brook, what I have suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good. Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their mistress, to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave, their master, in the door; who asked them once or twice what they had in their basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave would have searched it; but Fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well: on went he for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But mark the sequel, master Brook: I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright, to be detected with a