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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 jealous rotten bell-wether: next, to be compassed like a good bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, bilt to point, heel to head and then, to be stopped in, like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their own grease: think of that, as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw; it was a miracle to 'scape suffocation. And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horseshoe; think of that ;-hissing hot,—think of that, master Brook.

Fal. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough I was thrown into the ford: I have my belly full-a man of my kidney,-think of that; that am 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 busband 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 warrant 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.

Ford. In good sadness, + Sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffered all this. My suit then is desperate; you'll undertake her no


Fal. Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus. Her husband is this morning gone a birding: I have received from her another

Fal. Do so. Between nine and ten, say'st embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is


Quick. Eight and nine, Sir.

Fal. Well, be gone: 1 will not miss her. Quick. Peace be with you, Sir! [Exit. Fal. I marvel, I hear not of master Brook; he sent me word to stay within; I like his money well. O here he comes.

Enter FORD.

Ford. Bless you, Sir!

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; was at her house the hour she appointed me. Ford. And how speed you, Sir? Fal. Very ill-favouredly, master Brook. 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 ustant of our encounter, after we had embraced, kissed, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our coniedy; 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?
Ful. 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


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 villanous smell, that ever offended nostril.

the hour, master Brook.

Ford. 'Tis past eight already, Sir.

Fal. Is it I will then address me to my appointment. Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion shall be crowned with your en joying her; Adieu. You shall have her, master Brook; master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford.


Ford. Hum! ba! is this a vision is this a dream? do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, master Ford; there's a hole made in your best coat, master Ford. This 'tis to be married! this I'tis to have linen, and buck-baskets !-Well, 1 will proclaim myself what I am: I will now take the lecher; he is at my house: be cannot 'scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he can. not creep into a halfpenny purse, nor into a pepper-box: but, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places. Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not, shall not make me tame : if I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me, I'll be born mad. [Exit.

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

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SCENE 1.-The Street.

Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. QUICKLY, and

think'st thou.
Mrs. Page. Is he at master Ford's already

sently: but truly, he is very courageous § mad, Quick. Sure, he is by this; or will be preabout his throwing into the water. Mistress Ford desires you to come suddenly.

but bring my young man here to school: Look, Mrs. Page. I'll be with her by and by; I'll where his master comes; 'tis a playing-day, I


Enter Sir HUGH EVANS. How now, Sir Hugh? no school to-day!

to play. Eva. No; master Slender is let the boys leave

Quick. Blessing of his heart!

Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son profits nothing in the world at his book; I pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence.

• Bilboa, where the best blades are made. + Seriousness. * Make myself ready. Outrageous,

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Will. Lapis.

What is he,

Eva. That is good, William. William, that does lend articles ? Will. Articles are borrowed of the pronoun; and be thus declined, Singulariter, nominativo, hic, hæc, hoc.

Eva. Nominativo, hig, hag, hog: pray you, mark: genitivo, hujus: Well, what is your ac cusative case?

Will. Accusativo, hinc.

Eva. I pray you, have your remembrance, child; Accusativo, hing, hang, hog.

Quick. Hang hog is Latin for bacon, I warrant you.

Eva. Leave you prabbles, 'oman.

focative case, William ?

Will. O-Vovativo, O.

What is the

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Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, crying, Peer out, peer out! + that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tameness, civility, and patience, to this his distemper he is in now I am glad the fat knight is not here. Mrs. Ford. Why, does he talk of him? Mrs, Page. Of none but him; and swears, he was carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket: protests to my husband, is is now here; and hath drawn him and the rest of their company from their sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion: but I am giad the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery.

Mrs. Ford. How near is he, mistress Page? Mrs. Page. Hard by; at street end; he will

Eva. Remember, William; focative is, caret. be here anon.
Quick. And that's a good root.

Eva. 'Oman, forbear.

Mrs. Page. Peace.

Mrs. Ford. I am undone !-the knight is here.

Mrs. Page. Why, then you are utterly shamed,

Eva. What is your genitive case plural, Wil- and he's but a dead man. What a woman are liam ?

Will. Genitive case? Eva. Ay.

Will. Genitive,-horum, haram, horum. Quick. 'Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her! never name her child, if she be a whore. Eva. For shame 'oman.

Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum :-fie upon you!

Eva. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of the genders? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires.

Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee hold thy peace. Era. Show me now, William, some sions of your pronouns.

you?-Away with him, away with him; better shame than murder.

Mrs. Ford. Which way should he go? how should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket again?

Re-enter FALSTAFF.

Fal. No, I'll come no more i' the basket: May I not go out, ere he come?

Mrs. Page. Alas, three of master Ford's brothers watch the door with pistols, that none shall issue out; otherwise you might slip away ere he came. But what make you here?

Fal. What shall I do ?—I'll creep up into the chimney.

Mrs. Ford. There they always use to disdeclen-charge their birding-pieces: Creep into the kiln hole.

Will. Forsooth, I have forgot. Eva. It is ki, kæ, cod; if you forget your kies, your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches. Go your ways, and play, go.

Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he was.

Eva. He is a good sprag + memory. Farewell, mistress Page.

Mrs. Puge. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. [Erit Sir HUGH. Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay too long. [Exeunt.

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Fal. Where is it?

Mrs. Ford. He will seek there on my word. Neither press, coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes to them by his note: There is no hiding you in the house.

Fal. I'll go out then.

Mrs. Page. If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir John. Unless you go out disguised,

Mrs. Ford. How might we disguise him? Mrs. Page. Alas the day, I know not. There is no woman's gown big enough for him; otherwise, he might put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchief, and so escape.

Fal. Good hearts, devise something: any extremity, rather than a mischief.

Mrs. Ford. My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brentford, has a gown above.

Mrs. Page. On my word it will serve him;

• Mad fits.

+ As children call on a snail to push forth his horns. Short note of

she's as big is he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler too: Run up, Sir John.

Mrs. Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir John: mistress Page and I, will look some linen for your head. Mrs. Page. Quick, quick; we'll come dress you straight put on the gown the while.

[Exit FALSTAFF. Mrs. Ford. I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford; he swears she's a witch; forbade her my house, and hath threatened to

beat her.

Mrs. Page. Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel; and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards!

Mrs. Ford. But is my husband coming? Mrs. Page. Ay, in good sadness, is he; and talks of the basket too, howsoever he hath had intelligence.

Mrs. Ford. We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as they did last time.

Mrs. Page. Nay, but he'll be here presently let's go dress him like the witch of Brentford. Mrs. Ford. I'll first direct my men, what they shall do with the basket. Go up, I'll bring linen for him straight. (Exit. Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough.

We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not act, that often jest and laugh: 'Tis old but true, Still swine eat all the draff. [Exit.

Re-enter Mrs. FORD, with two Servants. Mrs. Ford. Go, Sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders; your master is hard at door; if he bid you set it down, obey him: quickly, despatch. [Exit.

1 Serv. Come, come, take it up.

2 Serv. Pray heaven, it be not full of the knight again.

1 Serv. I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead.


Ford. Ay, but if it prove true, master Page, have you any way then to unfool me again?Set down the basket, villain :-Somebody calls my wife You, youth in a basket, come out here!-O you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a pack, a conspiracy against me: Now shall the devil be shamed. What! wife, I say! come, come forth; behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching.

Page. Why, this passes! Master Ford, you are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinioned.

Eva. Why, this is Innatics! this is mad as a mad dog!

Shal. Indeed, master Ford, this is not well; indeed,

Enter Mrs. FORD.

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Shal. By my fidelity, this is not well, master Ford; this wrongs you.

Eva. Master Ford, you must pay, and not follow the imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies.

Ford. Well, he's not here I seek for.

Page. No, nor no where else, but in your brain.

Ford. Help to search my house this one time: if I find not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity, let me for ever be your table-sport: let them say of me, As jealous as Ford, that searched a hollow walnut for his wife's leman • Satisfy me once more; one more search with me.

Mrs. Ford. What hoa, mistress Page! come you and the old woman down, my husband will come into the chamber.

Ford. Old woman! what old woman's that? Mrs. Ford. Why, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford.


Ford. A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not forbid her my house? She comes of errands, does she? We are simple men; we do not know what's brought to pass under the profession of fortune-telling. works by charms, by speЛs, by the figure, and such daubery as this is: beyond our element: we know nothing.--Come down, you witch, you hag you; come down I say.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, good, sweet husband;good gentlemen, let him not strike the old woman.

Enter FALSTAFF in woman's clothes, led by Mrs. PAGE.

Mrs. Page. Come, mother Prat, come, give me your band.

Ford. I'll prat her :-Out of my door, you witch! [Beats him.] You rag, you baggage, you polecat, yon ronyon! out! out! I'll conjure you, I'll fortune-tell yon.

[Exit FALSTAFF. Mrs. Page. Are you not ashamed? I think, you have kill'd the poor woman. Mrs. Ford. Nay, he will do it :-'Tis a good|ly credit for you.

Ford. Hang her, witch!

Eva. By yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great peard; I spy a great peard under her muffler.

Ford. Will you follow, gentlemen ? I beseech you follow; ɛee but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out thus upon no trail,+ never trust me

Page. Let's obey his humour a little further: Come, gentlemen,

Ford. So say I too, Sir.-Come hither, mis-when I open ‡ agaiu.
tress Ford; mistress Ford, the honest woman,
the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that hath
the jealous fool to her husband !-I suspect with-
out cause, mistress, do I?

Mrs. Ford. Heaven be my witness, you do,
if you suspect me in any dishonesty.
Ford. Well said, brazen-face; hold it out.--
Come forth, sirrah.

[Pulls the clothes out of the basket. Page. This passes !

[Exeunt PAGE, FORD, SHALLOW, and EVANS. Mrs. Page. Trust me, he beat him most piti. fully.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most unpitifully, methought. Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hung o'er the altar; it hath doue meritori

Mrs. Ford. Are you not ashamed? let the ous service. clothes alone.

Ford. I shall find you anon.

Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the warrant of woman-hood, and the witness of Eva. 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up a good conscience, pursue him with any further your wife's clothes? Come away.

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Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in fee-simple, with fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.

Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?

Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can find in their hearts, the poor unvirtuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be the ministers.

Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him publicly shamed: aud, methinks, there would be no period to the jest, should he not be pub. licly shamed.

Mrs. Page. Come to the forge with it then, shape it: I would not have things cool.

[Exeunt. SCÈNE III-A Room in the Garter Inn.


Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your horses: the duke himself will be tomorrow at court, and they are going to meet him.

Host. What duke should that be, comes so secretly? I hear not of him in the court: Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English?

Bard. Ay, Sir; I'll call them to you. Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make them pay, I'll sauce them; they have had my houses a week at cominand; I have turned away my other guests: they must come off; I'll sauce them: Come. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in FORD's House. Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Sir HUGH EVANS.

Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as ever I did look upon.

Page. And did he send you both these letters at an instant ?

Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour. Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what thou wilt,

I rather will suspect the sun with cold,

And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a


In a most hideous and dreadful manner :
You have heard of such a spirit; and well you

The superstitious idle-headed eld⚫
Received, and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do

In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak:
But what of this?

Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device;
That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,
Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his

Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll

And in this shape: When you have brought him thither,

What shall be done with him? what is your
plot ?

Mrs. Page. That ikewise have we thought
Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,
upon, and thus:

three or four more of their growth, we'll
Like urchins, ouphes, + and fairies, green and

With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden,
Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
With some diffused ‡ song; upon their sight
We two in great amazedness will fly :
Then let them all encircle him about,
And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight;
And ask him, why that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
In shape profane.

Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,
And burn him with their tapers.
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,§

We'll all present ourselves; dishorn the spirit,
Mrs. Page. The truth being known,
And mock him home to Windsor.
Ford. The children must

Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.
Eva. I will teach the children their bebavi.
ours; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to

Than thee with wantouuess: now doth thy ho burn the knight with my taber.

nour stand,

In him that was of late a heretic,

As firm as faith.

Page. 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more. Be not as extreme in submission,

As in offence;

But let our plot go forward; let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him, and disgrace him for


Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of.

Page. How to send him word they'll meet him in the park at midnight! fie, fie; he'll never


Eva. You say he has been thrown in the
rivers; and has been grievously peaten, as an
old 'oman: methinks, there should be terrors
in him, that he should not come; methinks, his
flesh is punished, he shall have no desires.
Page. So think I too.

Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him
when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that
Herne the hunter,

Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd


And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,

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Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them vizards.

Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies,

Finely attired in a robe of white.

Page. That silk will I go buy ;-and in that time

Shall master Slender steal my Nan away,

And marry her at Eton.--Go, send to Falstaf

Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of
Brook :

He'll tell me all his purpose: Sure, he'll come.
Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us
And tricking for our fairies.
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sures, and fery honest knaveries.
Eva. Let as about it: It is admirable plea-

[Exeunt PAGE, FORD, and EVANS
Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford,
Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind.
[Exit Mrs. FORD.

I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will,
That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot;
And nore but he, to marry with Nan Page.
And he my husband best of all affects:
The doctor is well money'd, and his friends
Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have

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Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave
SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn.

Enter Host and SIMPLE.

Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, thick-skin? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.

Sim. Marry, Sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from master Slender.

Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed; 'tis painted about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new: Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginian * unto thee: Knock, I say.

Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as stay, Sir, till she come down: I come to speak with her, indeed.

Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be robbed I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully Sir John! speak from thy lungs military: Art thou there? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.

Fal. [above.] How now, mine host? Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, bully, let her descend; my chambers are honourable: Fye! privacy? fye!


Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she's gone,

Sim. Pray you, Sir, was't not the wise of Brentford ?

Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; would you with her?



Sim. My master, Sir, my master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go thorough the streets, to know, Sir, whether one Nym, Sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain, or no.

Fal. I spake with the old woman about it. Sim. And what says she, I pray, Sir? Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened him of it.

Sim. I would I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.

Fal. What are they? let us know.
Host. Ay, come; quick.

Sim. I may not conceal them, Sir.
Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest.

Sim. Why, Sir, they were nothing but about mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my master's fortune to have her, or no.

Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

Sim. What, Sir?

Fal. To have her,—or no: Go; say, the man told me so.

from behind one of them, in a slough of mire ; and set spurs, and away, like three German devils, three doctor Faustuses.

Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest men.

Enter Sir HUGH EVANS. Eva. Where is mine host? Host. What is the matter, Sir? Eva. Have a care of your entertainments : there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me there is three couzin germans, that has cozened all the hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you for good-will, look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should be cozened: Fare you well. [Exit.

Enter Doctor CAIUS.

Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre. Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and doubtful dilemma.

Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat; but it is tell. a me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat the court is know to come; I tell you for good vill: adieu. [Erit.

Host. Hue and cry, villain, go-assist me, knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, villain I am undone !

[Exeunt HOST and BARDOLPH. Fal. I would all the world might be cozened; for I have been cozen'd and beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant, they would whip me with their fine wits, till I were as crestfallen as a dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore myself at Primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY.
Now! whence come you?

Quick. From the two parties, forsooth.

Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have suffered more for their sakes, more than the villanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear.

Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white spot about her.

Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue ? wo-I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow, and I was like to be apprebended for the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable dexterity 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.

Sim. May I be so bold to say so, Sir?
Fal. Ay, Sir Tike; who more bold ?
Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my
master glad with these tidings. [Exit SIMPLE.
Host. Thou art clerkly, 5 thou art clerkly, Sir
John Was there a wise woman with thee?

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that bath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.

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Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber: you shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! Sure, one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed. Fal. Come up into my chamber.


SCENE VI.-Another Room in the Garter


Enter FENTON and HOST.

Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind is heavy, I will give over all. Fent. Yet hear me speak: Assist me in my purpose,

• A game at cards

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