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Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, In deep of night to walk by this Hernie's oak; quick, snap. But what of this?

Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device; Falstaff from master Slender. That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, Disguis'd like Herne, with huge horns on his head. his standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'uis painted

Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new: And in this shape: When you have brought him Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropothither,

phaginians unto thee: Knock, I say. What shall be done with him ? what is your plot ? Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought up-up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as to stay, sir, on, and thus :

till she come down: I come to speak with her, inNan Page my daughter, and my little son, deed. And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress Host, Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robe Like urchins, ouphes,' and fairies, green and white, bed: I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully sír John ! With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, speak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? it And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden, is thinc host, thine Ephesian, calls. As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,

Fal. (Above.) How now, mine host ? Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once

Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the With some diffuseda song ; upon their sight, coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, We two in great amazedness will fly:

bully, let her descend: my chambers are honouraThen let them all encircle him about,

ble: Fie! privacy ? tie !
And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight;
And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,

Enter Falstaff.
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
In shape profane.

Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman
Mrs. Ford.
And till he tell the truth,

even now with me; but she's gone. Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,

Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman And burn him with their tapers.

of Brentford 1 Mrs. Page.

The truth being known, Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; What We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit,

would you with her ? And mock him home to Windsor.

Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to Ford.

The children must her, seeing her go through the streets, to know, sir, Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain,

Eva. I will teach the children their behaviours ; had the chain, or no. and I will be like a jack-an-napes also, to burn the Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. knight with my laber.

Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir ? Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, vizards.

that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all him of it. the fairies,

Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the Finely attired in a robe of white.

woman herself; I had other things to have spoken Page. That silk will I go buy ;--and in that time with her too, from him. Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, (Aside.

Fal. What are they? let us know. And marry her at Eton.-Go, send to Falstaff Host. Ay, come; quick. straight.

Sim. I may not conceal them, sir. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook : Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest. He'll tell me all his purpose : sure he'll come. Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us pro- mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my masperties,

ter's fortune to have her, or no. And tricking for our fairies.

Fal. "Tis, 'tis his fortune. Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, Sim. What, sir ? and fery honest knaveries.

Fal. To have her,-or no: Go; say, the woman (Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans. told me so. Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford,

Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir ? Send quickly to sir John, to know his mind. Fol. Ay, sir Tike ; who more bold ?

[Exit Mrs. Ford. Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, master glad with these tidings. [Erit Simple. And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot; John: Was there a wise woman with thee? And he my husband best of all aflects :

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one that The doctor is well money'd, and his friends hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her, in my life: and I paid nothing for it neither, but Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave was paid for my learning. her.


Enter Bardolph. SCENE V.A room in the Garter Inn. Enter Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! meer cozenage ! Host and Simple.

Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them,

varletto. Host. What would'st thuu have, boor? what, Bard. Run away with the cozeners; for so soon

(1) Elfs, hobgoblins. (2) Wild, discordant.

Soundly. (4) Necessaries. (5) Cannibal.

Cunning woman, a fortune-teller.


as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from SCENE VI.-Another Room in the Garter Inn. behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and sets

Enter Fenton and Host. spurs, and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses.

Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind Hust. They are gone but to meet the duke, vil- is heavy, I will give over all. lain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest Fent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my


And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee
Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

A hundred pounds in gold, more than your loss.

Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I Era. Where is mine host ?

will, at the least, keep your counsel. Host. What is the matter, sir?

Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you Ert. Have a care of your entertainments: there with the dear love I bear to sair Anne Page; us a Iriend of mine come to town, tells me, there who, mutually, hath answered my affection is three cousin Germans, that has cozened all the (So far forth as herselt might be her chooser,) hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, Even to my wish: I have a letter from her of horses and money. I tell you for a good-will

, of such contents as you will wonder at; look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, Flouting-stors; and 'tis not convenient you should That neither, singly, can be manifested, be cozened: Fare you well.

(Exit. Without the show oi both; wherein fat Falstaff

Hath a grcat scene; the image of the jest
Enter Doctor Caius.

[Showing the letter.

I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host: Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre ?

To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and

one, doubtful dilemma.

Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen, Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a The purpose why, is here ;? in which disguise, me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de While other jests are something rank on foot, Jormany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de Her father hath commanded her to slip court is know to come; I tell you for good vill : Away with Slender, and with him at Eton adieu.

[Erit. Immediately io marry: she hath consented : Host. Hue and cry, villain, go :-assist me, Now, sir, knight; I am undone :--fly, run, hue and cry, vil. Her mother, even strong against that match, lain! I'am undone! (Ereunt Host und Bardolph. Avd firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed

Fil. I would, all the world might be cozened ; That he shall likewise shullle her away, for I have been cozen'd and beaten too. If it should While other sports are tasking of their minds, come to the ear of the court, how I have been And at the deanery, where a priest attends, transformed, and how my transformation hath been Straight marry her to this her mother's plot washed and cudgeiled, they would melt me out of She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath my fal, drup by drop, und liquor fishermen's boots Made promise to the doctor ;-Now, thus it rests. with me; I warrant, they would whip me wih Her tather means she shall be all in white ; their fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a dried And in that habit, when Slender sces his time pear. I never prospered since I forswore mysell To iake her by the hand, and bid her go, at Primero. Well, if my wind were but long She shall go with him :-her mother hath intended, enough to say my prayers, I would repent.- The better to do note her to the doctor,

(For they must all be mask'd and vizarded) Enter Mrs. Quickly.

That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrob'd, Now! whence come you?

With ribbands pendant, Aaring 'bout her head;

And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Ful. The devil take one party, and his dam the To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have The maid hath given consent to go with him. saff red more for their sakes, more, than the vil

Host. Which means she to deceive? father or lanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to

mother? bear.

Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me: Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, 1 And here it rests,--that you'll procure the vicar Warrant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you can- To give our hearts united ceremony.

And, in the lawful name of marrying, not see a white spot about her. Fal. What tell’st thou me of black and blue ? I

Ilost. Well, husband your device; I'll to the was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbox, and I was like to be apprehended for the

Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. witch of Brentford ; but that my admirable deri Besides, I'll make a present recompense. [Exeunt.

Feni. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; terity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had set me i the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch.

Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber: you shall hear how things go; and, I

ACT V. warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to SCENE I. - A Room in the Garter Inn. Enler bring you together! Sure, one of you does not

Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly. serve heaven well, that you are so crossed. Fal. Come up into my chamber. (Exeunt. Fal. Pry'thee, no more prattling ;-go.-I'N (1) A game at cards.

(2) in the letter. (3) Fantastically.


hold:' This is the third time; I hope good luck the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they lies in odd numbers. A way, go; they say, there will at once display to the night. is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. chance, or death.-Away.

Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be Quick. I'll provide you a chain ; and I'll do mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be what I can to get you a pair of horns.

mocked. Ful. Away, 1 say; time wears; hold up your

Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. nead, and mince. [Exil Mrs. Quickly. Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their

lechery, Enter Ford.

Those that betray them do no treachery.

Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on: To the oak, How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the mat- to the oak.

(Exeunt. ter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, ai Herne's oak, and you SCENE IV.-Windsor Park. Enter Sir Hugh shall see wonders.

Evans, und Fairies. Furl. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed ?

Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, your parts: be pold, I pray you; follow me into Tke a poor old man: but I came from her, master ihe pit; and when I give the watch-ords, do as I Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, pid you: Come, come; trib, trib. (Exeunt. Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of Jalousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed SCENE V: --Another part of the Park. Enter phrensy. I will tell you.-He beat me grievously, Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on. in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's

Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, mas

me!-Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy ter Brook. Since I plucked' geese, played truant, Europa ; love set on thy horns.- powerful love! and whipped top, I knew not what it was to be that, in some respects, makes a beast a man ; in beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange some other, a man a beast. - You were also, Jupiter, things of this knave Ford : on whom to-night I will a swan, for the love of Leda; 0, omnipotent be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your

love! how near the god drew to the complexion of hand. -Follow: Strange things in hand, master a goose !-A fault done first in the form of a beast; Brook! follow.


- O Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault

in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a SCENE II.-Windsor Park. Enter Page, Sha!- foul fault.-When gods have hot backs, what shall low, and Slender.

poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag;

and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : send me a Page. Come, come ; we'll couch i' the castle-cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.-Remem- my tallow! Who comes here ? my doe ? ber, son Slender, my daughter. Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. we have 3 nay.word, how to know one another. Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer? I come to her in white, and cry, mum ; she cries,

my male deer ? budget; and by that we know one another. Shal. That's good too: But what needs either rain potatoes, let it thunder to the tune of Green

Fal. My doe, with the black scut?-Let the sky your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher Sleeves, hail kissing comfits, and snow eringoes ; her well enough. It hath struck ten o'clock.

let there come a tempest of provocation, I will Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will shelter me here.

[Embracing her. become it well. Heaven prosper our sport!, No Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, man means evil but the devil, and we shall know sweetheart. him by his horns. Let's away; follow me. Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch:

[Exeunt. I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the

fellows of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your SOENE III,- The Street in Windsor. Enter husbands. Am I a woodman? ha ! Speak Ulike

Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Dr. Caius. Herne the hunter?-Why, now is Cupid a child of Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true

spirit, welcome!

(Noise within. green: when you see your time, take her by the

Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ? hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch

Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins ! it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must

Fal. What should this be? go together.

Mrs. Ford, Caius. I know vat I have to do ; Adieu.

Mrs. Paze.)

Away, away. [They run off. Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. (Exit Caius.] My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire ; hé

Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marry would never else cross me thus. ing my daughter : but'tis no matter; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs. Quickly

Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop and Pistol ; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen, at of fairies ? and the Welsh devil, Hugh?

tended by her brother and others, dressed like Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard fairies, wilh waxen lapers on their heads. by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at

Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, (1) Keep to the time, (2) Watch-word.

(3) Keeper of the forest,

You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, Lust is but a bloody fire,
You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

Kindled with unchaste desire,
Attend your orlice, and your quality.'-

Fed in heart; whose flames aspire, Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.

As thoughts do blow ihem, higher and higher. Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy Pinch him, fairies, mulually; toys.

Pinch him for his villany; Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths un- Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine, be out.

swept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :?

During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. DocOur radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery. tor Caius comes one way, and steuls away a fairy Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them,

in green; Slender another way, and takes off a shall die.

fairy in white ; and Fenton comes, and sleals I'll wink and couch: No man their works must eye.

away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is (Lies down upon his face. made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff Era. Where's Pede ?-Go you, and where you pulls off his buck's head, and rises.

find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, and Moy. Ford. Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

They lay hold on him.
But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides,

Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have watch'd and shins.

you now;

Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Quick. About, about; Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:

Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; huld up the jest Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room; Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives?

no higher;Taat it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;

See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

Become the forest better than the town? The several chairs of order look you scour

Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-Master With juice of balm, and every precious flower:

Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,

are his horns, master Brook: And, master Brook, With local blazon, evermore be blest!

he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buckAnd nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,

basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:

which must be paid to master Brook; his horses The expressure that it bears, green let it be,

are arrested for it, master Brook. More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we And, Hony soil qui mal y pense, write,

could never meet. I will never take you for my In emerald tufis, flowers purple, blue, and white; love again, but I will always count you my deer. Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : Fairies use flowers for their charactery.)

Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are

extant. Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock,

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or Our dance of custom, round about the oak Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

four times in the thought, they were not fairies : Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surin order set:

prise of my powers, drove the grossness of the fopAnd twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,

pery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth To guide our measure round about the tree.

of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth. See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent,

Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy, when 'tis upon ill employment ! lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leavo Pisl. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. thy birth.

Ford. Well said, fairy ligh. Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger end :

Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,

you. And turn him to no pain ; but if he start,

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

thou art able to woo her in good English. Pist. A trial, come.

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried Era.

Come, will this wood take fire ? it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er[They burn him with their tapers. too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize ?s 'tis time

reaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat Fal. Oh, oh, oh! Qirick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! I were cho: ked with a piece of toasted cheese. About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:

Erı. Seese is not good to give putter; your And, as vou trip, still pinch him to your time.

pelly is all putter. Era. It is right ; indeed he is full of lecheries and

Fal. See e and putter! Have I lived to stand at iniquity.

the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ?

This is enough to be the decay of lust and lateSONG.

walking, through the realm. je on sinful fantasy!

Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though fie on lusi and luxury !

we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by (1) Fellowship. (2) Whortleberry.

(4) Horns which Falstaff had. (3) The letters.

(5) A fool's cap of Welch materials.


the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un pai. without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could san, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I have made you our delight?

am cozened. Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ? Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? M's, Page. A putted man?

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gur, I'll Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable raise all Windsor.

(Exit Caius. entrails.

Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? Anne ? Page. And as poor as Job ?

Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes masFord. And as wicked as his wife ?

ter Fenton, Era. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drink

Enter Fenton and Anne Page. ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?

How now, master Fenton ? Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer pardon! the Welch flannel; ignorance itself is a plummel Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went o'er me: use me as you will.

not with master Slender ? Foril. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master docto one master Brook, that you have cozened of tor, maid ? money, to whom you should have been a pander: Fent. You do amaze' her: Hear the truth of it. over and above that you have suffered, I think, to You would have married her most shamefully, repay that money will be a biting allliction. Where there was no proportion held in love. Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, amends:

Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. The oflence is holy, that she hath committed: Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at And this deceit loses the name of craft, last.

Oi disobedience, or unduteous title ; Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a Since therein ehe doth evitate- and shun posset to-night at my house; where I will desire A thousand irreligious cursed hours, thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: \Vhich forced marriage would have brought upon Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.

her. Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy:be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state ;

(.Aside. Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

Ful. I ain glad, though you have ta'en a special Enter Slender.

stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.

Puge. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!

thee joy! Page. Son! how now ? how now, son ? have you What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. despatched ?

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Slen. Despatched—I'll make the best in Gloces

chas'd. tershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, else. Eva. I will dance and eat plumbs at your wedPage. Or what, son ?

ding. Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :Anne Paze, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it Mayter Fenton, had not been i' the church, I would have sivinred Heaven give you many, many merry days! him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not Good husband, let us every one go home, think it had been Anne Page, would I might never And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire; stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy.

Sir John and all. Page. Upon my life then, you took the wrong. Ford.

Let it be so:-Sir John, Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, to master Brook you yet shall hold your word; when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been mar- For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford. ried to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I

[Exeunt. would not have had him.

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments ?

Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, and she cry'd budgel, as Anne and I had appointed of this play there is a tradition preserved by Mr. and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. 'Rowe, that it was written at the command of

Eva. Jeshil! Master Slender, cannot you see Queen Elizabeth, who was so delighted with the Þut marry poys ?

character of Falstaff, that she wished it to be dilPuge. O, L'am vexed at heart: What shall I do? fused through more plays; but suspecting that it

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry : I might pull by continued uniformity, directed the knew of your purpose ; turned my daughter into poet to diversify his manner, by showing him in green; and, indeod, she now with the doctor at love. No task is harder than that of writing to the The deanery, and there married.

ideas of another. Shakspeare knew what the queen,

if the story be true, secins not to have known, that Enter Caius.

by any real passion of tenderness, the sclish cral,

the careless jollity, and the lazy luxury of Fulstaff, Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am must have suffered so much abatement, that little

of his former cast would have remained. Falstaff (1) Confound her by your questions. (2) Avoid. could not love, but by ceasing to be Falstaff. He

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