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What says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farmhouse a of elder ?ha! is he dead, bully Stale ?*' is he feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, dead ?
said I well? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I vorld; he is not shốw his face.
love you; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, Host. Thou art a Castilian, king-urinal! Hector de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my paof Greece, my boy!
tients. Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary 10six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no wards Anne Page ; said I well ?
Caius. By gar, 'tis good ; vell said. Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is Host. Let us wag then. a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. (Exeunt. should fight, you go against the hair of your prosessions: is it not true, master Page ?
Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of
ACT III. peace. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be SCENE I. A Field near Frogmore. Enter SIR old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my fin
Hugh Evans and SIMPLE. ger itches to make one : though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we have Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, women, master Page.
which way have you looked for master Caius, that Page. "Tis true, master Shallow.
calls himself Doctor of Physii ? Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master Sim. Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am every way; old Windsor way, and every way bui sworn of the peace ; you have showed yourself a the town way. wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will alwise and patient churchman: you must go with me, so look that way. master doctor.
Sim. I will, sir. Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, Muck-water."
and trempling of mind !--I shall be glad, if he have Caius. Muck-vater ; vat is dat?
deceived me:-how melancholies I am! I will Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is va- knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I lour, bully.
have good opportunities for the 'ork :-'pless my Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-vater soul !
(Sing. as de Englishman :-Scurvy jack-dog priest; by To shallow rivers, lo whose falls6 gar, me vil cut his ears.
Melodious birds sing madrigals; Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
There will vse make our peds of roses, Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat ?
And a thousand fragrant posies. Host. That is, he will make thee amends.
To shallow Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-'Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. law me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.
Melodious birds sing madrigals ; -
When as I sat in Pabylon, Caius. Me tank you for dat.
And a thousand vagram posies. Host. And moreover, bully,- But first, master
To shallow guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.
Sim. Yonder he is coming this way, Sir Hugh.
[Aside to them. Eva, He's welcome : Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
To shallow rivers, lo whose falls Host. He is there : see what humour he is in ; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields: will Heaven prosper the right !-What weapons is he? it do well?
Sim. No weapons, sir : There comes my master, Shal. We will do it.
master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogo Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. more, over the stile, this way.
(Ereunt Page, SHALLow, and SLENDER. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak it in your arms. for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die : but, first, sheath thy impa
Enter Page, Shallow, and SLENDER. tience; throw cold water on thy choler : go about Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow, the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester frore the dice,
I Heart of elder. The joke is that elder has a heart Helicon, 1600, it is attributed to Christopher Marlowe, of pith.
and to it is subjoined an answer, called "The Nymph's 2 Bully-stale and king-urinal, these epithets will be Reply,' signed Ignoto, which is thought to be the sig. sufficiently obvious to those who recollect the prevalence nature of Sir Walter Raleigh. Walion has inserted of empirical water-doctorg. Castilian, a cant word them both in his Complete Angler, under the character of (like Čaraian and Ethiopian,) appears to have been ge that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlowe, now nerally used as a term of reproach after the defeat of at least fifty years ago; and an answer to it, which was the Spanish Armada. The Host avails himself of the made by Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days.poor doctor's iguorance of English phraseology in ap. misrecites the lines in his panic. The reader will be
Old fashioned poetry but choicely good. Sir Hugh plying to him these high-sounding opprobrious epithels ; pleased to find them at the end of the play. he here means to call him coward. 3 Drain of a dunghill,
7 This line is from the old version of the 137th 4 Sleevens tried to give some kind of meaning to
Psalm: this passage. “ Cry'd game," says he, "mighi mean
" When we did sit in Babylon, in those days a professed buck, who was well known
The rirers round about, by the report of his gallantry as he could have been by
Then the remembrance of Sion, proclamation.” Warburton conjectures that we should
The tears for grief burst out." read Cry Aim, that is, “ Encourage me, do I not de- The word rivers in the second line was probably serve it!" This suits the speaker and occasion, and is brought to Sir Hugh's thoughts by the line of the madr therefore very plausible. See the second scene of the gal he had just repeated ; and in his fright he blends third act of this play, where the phrase again occurs. the sacred and profane songs together. The old quarto 5 Head.
has—There lived a man in Babylon,' which var the 6 This is a part of a beautiful little pastoral, printed first line of an old song mentioned in Twelfth Night; sinong Shakspeare's Sonnecs in 1599 : bue in England's but the other line is more in character
and a good student from his book, and it is won- Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat ? have you makederful.
a de soll of us ? ha, ha! Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page !
Ela. This is well; he has made us his vloutingPage. Save you, good Sir Hugh!
stog.2] desire you, that we may be friends; and Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you ! let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on
Shal. What! the sword and ihe word ! do you this same scall,- scurvy, cogging companion, the study them both, master parson?
host of the Garter. Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and Cuius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to hose, this raw rheumatic day?
bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar, he deceive Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Era. Well, I will smite his noddles :-Pray you, master parson.
[Ereunt. Eva. 'Fery well : What is it?
Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who SCENE II. The street in Windsor. Enter Misbe like, having received wrong by some person, is
TRESS PAGE and Robin. at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw.
Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant ; Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward ; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learn- Leader: Whether had you rather lead mine eyes, ing, so wide of his own respect.
or eye your master's heels ? Eva. What is he?
Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a Page. I think you know him; master doctor man, than follow him like a dwarf. Caius, the renowned French physician.
Mrs. Page. O you are a flattering boy; now, I Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! 1 see you'll be a courtier. had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Enter FORD. Page. Why?
Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you? and Galen,-and he is a knave besides ; a coward- Mrs. Page. Truly, sir, to see your wife ; Is she ly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted at home? withal.
Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang togePage. I warrant you, he's the man should fight ther, for want of company: I think, if your huswith him.
bands were dead, you two would marry. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
Mrs. Page. Be sure of that,-two other husShal. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep bands. them asunder; here comes doctor Caius.
Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock ? Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.
Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his
name is my husband had him of: What do you Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your call your knight's name, sirrah? weapon.
Rob. Sir John Falstaff. Shal. So do you, good master doctor.
Ford, Sir John Falstaff! Host. Disarm them, and let them question ; let Mrs. Page. He, he ; I can never hit on's name, them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. There is such a league between my good man and
Caius. 'I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit he !-Is your wife at home, indeed? your ear: Verefore vill you not meet a-me ? Ford. Indeed she is.
Eva. Pray you, use your patience : In good time. Mrs. Page. By your leave, sir;-I am sick, till Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, I see her. [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin.
Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes ? Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to hath he any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, no use of ihem. Why, this boy will carry a letter and I will one way or other make you amends :- twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogs- blank twelve score. He pieces-out his wife's inclicomb, for missing your meetings and appointments. nation; he gives her folly motion and advantage :
Caius. Diable ! --Jack Rugby,--mine Host de and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaft's boy Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have with her. A man may hear this shower sing in the I not, ai de place I did appoint ?
wind !--and Falstaff's boy with her!-Good plots! Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you,--they are laid; and our revolted wives share damthis is the place appointed ; I'll be judgment by nation together. Well; I will take him; then tormine host of the Garier.
ture my wife, pluck the borrowed veil of modesty Host. Peace, I say Guallia and Gaul, French from the so-seeming mistress Page, divulge Page and Welsh ; soul-curer and body-curer.
himself for a secure and wilful Actæon; and to Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! excellent! these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall
Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar-cry aim. (Clock strikes.) The clock gives me my ter. Am I polític ? am I subtle ? am I a Machia- cuie, and my assurance hids me search; there 1 vel ? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the shall find Falstaff': I shall be rather praised for this, potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? than mocked; for it is as positive as the earth is my priest, my Sir Hugh? no;, he gives me the firm, that Falstaff is there : I will go. proverbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy hand, terrestial; so:-Give me thy hand, celestial; so. Enter Page, SHALLOW, SLENDER, Host, SIR
-Boys of art, I have deceived you both ; I have Hugh Evans, Caius, and RUGBY. directed you to wrong places : your hearts are
Shal. Page, fe Well met, master Ford. mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.-Come, lay their swords to pawn: at home; and, I pray you all, go with me.
Ford. Trust me good knot: I have good cheer Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. Shal. Trust me, a mad host :-Follow, gentle
Shal. Í must excuse myself, master Ford. men, follow. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
4 To cry aim, in archery was to encourage the
archers by crying out aim when they were about to (Ereunt Shal. Slex. Page, and Host. shoot. Hence it came to be used for to applaud or en
courage, in a general sense. It seems that the specta. I Fool.
tors in general cried aim occasionally, as a mere word 2 Flouting-stock.
of encouragement or applause Thus, in K. John, Act 3 i. e. scallid-head, a term of reproach. Chaucer ii. Sc. 1. unprecates on the scrivener who miswrites his verse
It ill beseems this presence to cry aim "Under thy long locks mayest thou have the scalle" To these ill tuned repetitions.'
Slen. And so must I, sir ; we have appointed to basket on your shoulders : that done, trudge with dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters with her for mononey than I'll speak of. in Datchet mead, and there empty it in the muddy
Shal. We have lingered about a match between ditch, close by the Thames' side. Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day Mrs. Page. You will do it? we shall have our answer.
Mrs. Ford. I have told them over and over ; Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page. they lack no direction : Be gone, and come when Page. You have, master Slender; I stand wholly you are called.
(Exeunt Servants. for you :--but my wife, master doctor, is for you Mrs. Page. Here comes little Robin. altogether.
Enter Robin. Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mush.
Mrs. Ford. How now, my eyas-musket ?6 what Host. What say you to young master Fenton ? news with you ? ho capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he Rob. My master Sir John has come in at your writes verses, he speaks holyday,' he smells April back door, mistress Ford; and requests your and May: he will carry't, he will carry't ; 'tis in company, ais buttons ;? he will carry't.
Mrs.Page. You little Jack-a-lent,' hare you Page. Not by my consent, I promise you. The been true to us?
I gentleman is of no having :3 he kept company with Rob. Ay, I'll be sworn: My master knows not the wild Prince and Poins; he is of too high a re- of your being here ; and hath threatened to put gion, he knows too much. No, he shall not knit a me into everlasting liberty, if I tell you of it; for, knot in his fortunes with the finger of my substance: he swears, he'll turn me away. if he take her, let him take her simply; the wealth
Mrs. Page. Thou art a good boy; this secrecy I have waits on my consent, and my consent goes of thine shall be a tailor to thee, and shall make not that way.
thee a new doublet and hose.-I'll go hide me. Ford. I beseech you, heartily, some of you go
Mrs. Ford. Do so :-Go tell thy master, I am home with me to dinner: besides your cheer, you alone. Mistress Page, remember you your cue. shall have sport; I will show you a monster.
(Exit Robin. Master doctor, you shall
Mrs. Page. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, Page ;--And you, Sir Hugh.
[Exit Mrs. PAGE. Shal. Well, fare you well :-we shall have the Mrs. Ford. Go to then: we'll use this unwhole. freer wooing at master Page's.
some humidity, this gross watery pumpion ;-we'll (Exeunt Shallow and SLENDER. teach him to know turtles from jays. Caius. Go home, John Rugby; I come anon.
Enter FALSTAFF. [Exit Rugby. Fal. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel ? Host. Farewell, my hearts: I will to my honest Why, now let me die, for I have lived long enough; knight Falstaff, and drink canary with hin.
this is the period of my ambition : O this blessed [Erit Host.
hour ! Ford. (Aside.) I think, I shall drink in pipe-wine* Mrs. Ford. O sweet Sir John! first with him ; I'll make him dance. Will you go,
Fal. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prale, gentles?
mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish: I AU. Have with you, to sec this monster.
[Ereunt. would thy husband were dead: I'll speak it before
the best lord, I would make thee my lady. SCENE III. A Room in Ford's House. Enter Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir John! alas, I should MRS. FORD and Mrs. PAGE.
be a pitiful lady:
Fal. Let the court of France show me such Mrs. Ford. What, John! what, Robert ! another; I see how thine eye would emulate the
Mrs. Page. Quickly! quickly : Is the buck- diamond': Thou hast the right arched bent?" of the basket
brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, Mrs. Ford. I warrant :-What, Robin, I say, or any tire of Venetian admittance."
Mrs Ford. A plain kerchief, Sir John: my brows Enter Servants with a basket.
else ; nor that well neither. Mrs. Page. Come, come, come.
Fal. By the Lord, thou art a traitor to say so: Mrs. Ford. Here, set it down.
thou would'st make an absolute courtier; and the Mrs Page. Give your men the charge; we must firm fixture of thy foot would give an excellent mo be brief.
tion to thy gait, in a semi-circled farthingale. I seo Mrs. Ford. Marry, as I told you before, John what thou wert, if fortune thy friela were not : naand Robert, be ready here hard by in the brew- ture is thy friend : Come, thou canst not hide it. house; and when I suddenly call you, come forth,
Mrs. Ford, Believe me, there's no such thing and (without any pause, or staggering) take this in me. I To speak out of the common style, superior to the
7. A souffed puppel thrown at throughout lent, as vulgar, in allusion to the better dress worn on holidays. cocks were at shrovetide. So, in “ The Weakest gors Su in K. Henry IV. P. I.
to the Wall,' 1600. “ With many holiday and lady terms."
• A mere anotomy a Jack of Lent.' 2 Alluding to an ancient custom among rustics, of Si. e. honest women from loose ones. The woru trying whether they should succeed with their mistresses Putta in Italian signifies both a jay and a loose woman. by carrying the flower called bachelor's buttons in So, in Cymbeline : their pockets. They judged of their good or bad suc
- some jay of Italy cess by their growing or not growing there. Hence, to Whose mother was her painting,” &c. wear bachelor's butions, seems to have grown into a 9 This is the first line in the second song of Sidney's phrase for being unmarried.
Astrophel and Stella. Si. e. Fortune or possessions. So, in Twelfth Night : 10 First folio :-beauty, - My having is not much;
11 That is, any fanciful head-dress worn by the cele. J'll make division of my present with you : brated beauties of Venice, or approved by them. In how JIold, there is half my coffer.'
much request the Venetian tire or head-dress was for. 4 Canary, is the name of a dance as well as of merly held, appears from Burton's Anatomy of Melana wine. Pipe.roine is wine, not from the bottle but choly, 1624. "Let her have the Spanish gait, the Ve. the pipe or cask. The jest consists in the ambiguity of netian tire, Italian
compliments and endowments." the word, which signifies both a cask of wine and a 12 Fortune my Foe is the beginning of a popular old musical instrumeni.- I'll give him pipe wine, which ballad enumerating all the misfortunes thai fall on will make him dance.'
mankind through the caprice of Fortune. The tuno 5 Bleachers of linen.
was the same with that of Death and the Lady,' to 6 Young sparrow-harok, here used as a jocular term which the metrical lamentations of extraordinary crifor a small child.
minals were chanted for two hundred years and moro.
Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade Mrs. Page. For shame, never stand, you had rathee, there's something extraordinary in thee. Come, ther, and you had rather ; your husband's here at I cannot cog, and say thou art this and that, like a hand, bethink you of soine convence: in the house many of these lisping hawthorn buds, that come like you cannot hide him.-0, how have you deceived women in men's apparel, and smell like Bucklers- me!-Look, here is a basket; if he be of any reabury' in simple-time; I cannot : but I love thee; sonable stature, he may creep in here ; and throw none but thee; and thou deservest it.
foul linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking: Mrs. Furd. Do not betray me, sir; I fear you Or, it is whiung-time', send him by your two men love mistress Page.
to Datchet mead. Fa. Thou might'st as well say, I love to walk Mrs. Ford. He's too big to go in there : What by the Counter-gate ; which is as hateful to me shall I do ? as the reek of a lime-kiln.3
Re-enter FALSTAFF. Mrs. Ford. Well, heaven knows how I love you ;
Fal. Let me see't ; let me see't! O let me see't! and you shall one day find it.
l'alin, I'll in ;-follow your friend's counsel :--I'll in. Fal. Keep in that mind ; I'll deserve it. Mrs. Foril . Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or
Mrs. Page. What! Sir John Falstaff! Are these else I could not be in that mind.
your letters, knight?
Fal. I love thee, and none but thee ;6 help me Rob. (within.) Mistress Ford, mistress Ford ! here's mistress Page at the door, sweating and away: let me creep in here; I'll never. blowing, and looking wildly, and would needs speak
(He goes into the basket; they cover him with with you presently.
Mrs. Page. Help to cover your master, boy: Fal. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind the arras.
Call your men, mistress Ford :-You dissembling
knight! Mrs. Ford. Pray you, do so; she's a very tauling woman.[Falstaff hides himself. Robin; Re-enter Servants.) Mrs. Ford. What, John, Robert, John! (Exit
Go take up these Enter Mistress PAGE and Robin. clothes here, quickly; where's the cowl-staff?' look, What's the matter? how now?
how you drumble :8 carry them to the laundress in Mrs. Page. O mistress Ford, what have you Datchet mead;" quickly, come. done? You're ashamed, you are overthrown, you are undone for ever.
Enter FORD, PAGE, Carus, and Sir Hugh Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good mistress
EVANS. Page ?
Ford. Pray you, come near: if I suspect withMrs. Page. O well-a-day, mistress Ford! having out cause, why then make sport at me, then let me an honest man to your husband, to give him such be your jest; I deserve it.—How now? whither cause of suspicion !
bear you this ? Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?
Serv. To the laundress, forsooth. Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ?-Out upon Mrs. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither you! how am I mistook in you!
they bear it? You were best meddle with buckMrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what's the matter? washing. Mrs. Page. Your husband's coming hither, wo
Ford. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the man, with all the officers in Windsor, to search for buck! Buck! buck! buck? Ay, buck?' I warrant a gentleman, that, he says, is here now in the house, you, buck; and of the season too, it shall appear. by your consent, to take an ill advantage of his ab- (Ereunt Servants with the basket.] Gentlemen, I sence: You are undone.
have dreamed to-night; I'll tell you my dream. Mrs. Ford. Speak louder.—[ Aside.]—'Tis not so, Here, hero, here be my keys: ascend my chambers,
search, seek, find out: I'll warrant we'll unkennel Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that you the fox:-Let me stop this way first ;-So, now have such a man here ; but 'tis most certain your uncape." husband's coming with half Windsor at his heels, to Page. Good master Ford, be contented: you search for such a one. I come before to tell you : wrong yourself too much. If you know yourself clear, why I am glad of it: Ford. True, master Page.-Up, gentlemen; you but if you have a friend here, convey, convey him shall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. (Erit. out. Be not amazed : call all your senses to you;
Eva. This is fery fantastical humours, and jeadefend
your reputation, or bid farewell to your good lousies. life for ever.
Caius. By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France : it is Mrs. Ford. What shall I do?—There is a gen- not jealous in France. tleman, my dear friend ; and I fear not mine own Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen, see the issuo shame, so much as his peril: I had rather than a of his search. (Ereunt Evans, Pace, and Caius. thousand pound, he were out of the house.
Mrs. Page. Is there not a double excellency in
this? I Formerly chiefly inbabited by druggists, who sold Mrs. Ford, I know not which pleases me better, all kinds of herbs green as well as dry.
that my husband is deceived, or Sir John. 2 The Counter as a prison was odious to Falstali. 3 So, in Coriolanus
7 A staff used for carrying a cowl or tub with two Whose breath I hate
handles to fetch water in. “ Bicollo, a couple-staffe. 10 As reek of the routen feng.”
carie behind and before with, as they use in Italy to
carie two buckets at once.”—Florio's Dictionary, 1598. The name of this prison was a frequent subject of jocu. 8 To drumble and drone meant to move sluggishly. larity with our ancestors. Shakspeare has availed To drumble, in Devonshire, means to mutter in a sullen himself of it in the Comedy of Errors. My old acquain. and inarticulate voice. A drumble drone, in the western tance Baret records one pleasantly enough in his Al. dialect signifies a drone or humble-bee. That master vearie, 1573.—“We saie merrily of him who hath been genius of modern times, who knows so skilfully how to in the Counter or such like places of prison: He can adapt his language to the characters and manners of the sing his counter-tenor very well. And in anger we say, age in which his sable is laid, has adopted this word in I will make you sing a counter-tenor for this geare: The Fortunes of Nigel,' vol. ii. p. 298:-"Why how meaning imprisonment."
she drumbles--1 warraní she stops to take a sip on the 4 The spaces left between the walls and woodon road." frames on which the tapestry was hung, were not more 9 Dennis observes that, it is not likely Falstaff commodious to our ancestors, than to the authors of would suffer himself to be carriel to Datchet meaa, ancient dramatic pieces.
which is half a mile from Windsor; and it is plain that 5 Bleaching time.
they could not carry him, if he made any resistance.' 6 These words, which are characteristic, and spoken 10 Hanmer proposed to read uncouple ; but, perhaps, to Mrs. Page aside, deserve to be restored from the old | uncape had the same signification. It means, at any quarto. He had used the same words before to Mrs. rate, to begin the hunt after him, when the holes for es. ford.
cape had been stopped
Mrs. Page. W nat a taking was he in, when your SCENE IV. A Room in Page's House. Enter husband asked whol was in the basket!
Fenton and MistrESS ÅNNE Page. Mrs. Page. I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so throwing him into the water will do Therefore, no more turn me to him, sweet Kan
Fent. I see, I cannot get thy father's love him a benefit.
Anne. Alas! how then ? Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would
Why, thou must be 'thyelt all of the same strain were in the same distress.
He doth object, I am too great of birth ; Mrs. Ford. think my husband hath some spe. And that, my state being galld with my cxpense, cial suspicion of Falstaff's being here ; for I never I seek to heal it only by his wealih : saw him so gross in his jealousy till now
Besides these, other bars he lays before me?
And we Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that will yet have moru tricks with Falstaff: his disso- And tells me, 'tis a thing impossible
My riots past, my wild societies; lute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
I should love thee, but as a property. Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion,
Anne. May be, he tells you true. mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to be- Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth?
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come! tray him to another punishment ?
Was the first motive thai I woo'd thee, Anne; Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for to- Yet, wooing thee, found thee of more value morrow eight o'clock to have amends.
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
That now I aim at.
Gentle master Fenton, ged of that he could not compass.
Yet seek my father's love: still seek it, sir : Mrs. Page. Heard you thai ?
If opportunity and humblest suit Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace :-You use me well, Cannot attain it, why then-Hark you hither. master Ford, do you?
[They converse apart Ford. Ay, I do so.
Mrs. Ford. Heaven make you better than your Enter Shallow, SLENDER, and Mrs. QUICKLY, thoughts?
Shal. Break their talk, mistress Quickly; my Ford. Amen.
kinsman shall speak for himself. Mrs. Page. You do yourself mighty wrong, mas
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't :3 slid, tis ter Ford.
but venturing. Ford. Ay, ay; I must bear it.
Shal. Be not dismay'd. Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, for that, but that I am afcard.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgment. Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies. I
Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a
word with you. Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? o, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
Anne. I come to him.—This is my father's choice. I would not have your distemper in this kind for the Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! wealth of Windsor Castle.
[Aside. Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page: I suffer for it. Eva You suffer for a pad conscience : your
Quick. And how does good master Fenton? wife
Pray you, a word with you. is as honest a 'omans as I will desires among five
. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, thou thousand, and five hundred too.
hadst a father! Caius. By yar, I see 'ris an honest woman. Ford. We'l; ---I promised you a dinner :--Come, can tell you good jests of him :--Pray you, unele,
Slen, I had a father, mistress Anne;—my uncle come, walk in the park : I pray you, pardon me;
tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two will hereafter make known to you, why I have done
geese out of a pen, good uncle. this.-Come, wife ;-Come, mistress Page; I pray
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you. you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.
Slen. Ay, that I do ; as well as I love any woPage. Let's go in, gentlemen ; but, trust me, we'ni
man in Gloucestershire. mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman. my house to breakfast; after, we'll a birding together ; I have a fine hawk for the bush : Shall it be so? under the degree of a 'squire,
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long tail, Ford. Any thing.
Shal. He will make you à hundred and ffy Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the
pounds jointure. company. Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de himself.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for turd.
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you
for Eva. In your teeth : for shame.
that good comfort. She calls you, coz : I'll leave Ford. Pray you go, master Page.
you. Eva. I pray you now remembrance to-morrow,
Anne. Now, master Slender. on the lousy knave, mine host.
Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Anne. What is your will ? Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and his
Slen. My will ? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, mockeries.
(Exeunt. indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; | Rilson thinks we should read whal. This emenda. am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise. tion is supported by a subsequent passage, where Fal. Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you staff says: “the jealous knave asked them once or with me? twice that was in the basket." It is remarkable that Tord asked no such question.
.0, what a world of vile ill favour'd faults 2 Some light may be given to those who shall endea. Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year'!' vour to calculate the increase of English wealth, by ob- 3 A shaft was a long arrow, and a bolt a thick ghati serving that Latymer, in the time of Edward VI. men. The proverb probably means "I'll make some. tions it as a proof of his father's prosperity, “ that thing or other of it.--I will do it by some means or though but a yeoman, he gave his daughters five pounds other.” each for their portion.” At the latter end of Elizabeth, 4 The sense is obviously " Come who will to contend seven hundred pounds were such a temptation to court with me, under the degreč of a squire.”. Cut undlung. ship, as made all other motives suspected. Congreve tail means all kinds of curtail curs, and sporting do te makes twelve thousand pounds more than counter. and all others. It is a phrase of frequent occurrence is balance to the affection of Belinda. No poet will now writers of the periol; overy kind of dog being com Ay his favourite character at less than fifty thousand. hended under cul and longlail, every rank of peop? Below we have :
the expression when inctaphorically used.