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Ford. Pray you go, Mr. Page.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow ou the lousy knave, mine hoft.
Caius. Dat is good, by gar, with all my heart.
Eva. A loufy knave, to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
Exeunt. SCENE changes to Page's House.
Enter Fenton and Mistress Ann Page. Fent. T See, I cannot get thy father's love ; "I
Therefore no more turn me to him, sweet Nax. Ann. Alas ! how then ?
Fent. Why, thou must be thyself.
Ang. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heav'n so speed me in my time to come!
Ann. Gentle Mr. Fenton,
[Fenton and Mrs. Ann go apart. (19) If opportunity and humblest suit] Ds. Thirlby imagines, that our Author with more propriety wrote;
If in porturity and humblest suit I have not veutur'd to di urb the text, because, tho' an equal exact. nefs be not maintain') in the expreffio:), it may mean, “ If the frequent appor initie. you find of follicit my ther, and your recrets ev him, cannot get him over to your party, &c.
Enter Shallow, Slender, and Mistress Quickly. Sbal. Break their talk, Mistress Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't ; 'd'slid, 'tis but' venturing.
Sbal. Be not dismay'd.
Slen. No, the shall not dismay me : I care not for that, but that I am affeard.
Quick. Hark ye, Mr. Slender, would speak a word with
you. Ann. I come to him.- This is my father's choice. O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Look handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
Quic. And how does good master Fenton ? pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadit a father!
Slen. I had a father, Mrs. Ann; my uncle can tell you good jefts of him. Pray you, uncle, tell Mrs. Ann the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Ann, my cousin loves you.
Slen. Ay, that I do, as well as I love any woman in Gloucestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will; come cut and long-tail, under the degree of a squire.
Shal. He will make you' a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Ann, Good master Shallow, let him woo for himself. Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you
for that. Good comforts the calls you, coz : I'll leave you.
Ann. Now, master Slender.
indeed, I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heav'n ; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heav'n praise.
Ann. I mean, Mr. Slender, what would you with me ?
Slen. Truly, for my 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
father ; here he comes.
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.
child. Page. She is no match for you. Fent. Sir, will you hear me?
Page. No, good master Fenton.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Quic. Speak to mistress Page.
Fent. Good miftress Page, for that I love your daughter In such a righteous fathion as I do, Perforce, against all checks, rebukes, and manners, I must advance the colours of my love, And not retire. Let me have your good will. Ann. Good mother, do not marry me to yon
fool. Mrs. Page. I mean it not, I seek you a better hus. band.
Quic. That's my master, master Doctor
Ann. Alas, I had rather be fet quick i'th' earth,
friend nor enemy :
And as I find her, so am I affected.
Fent. Farewel, gentle mistress; farewel, Nan.
Quic. This is my doing now. Nay, said I, will you caft 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.
[Exit. Quic. Now heav'n 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 maiter had mistress Ann, or I would Mr. Slender had. her; or, in sooth, I would Mr. Fenton had her. I will do what I can for them all three, for so I have promiš'd : and I'll be as good as my word, but fpeciously for Mr. Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses ; what a beast am I to llack it?
SCENE, changes to the Garter-Inn.
Enter Falstaff and Bardolph.
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Bard. Here, Sir. Fal. Go fetch me a quart of fack, put a toast in't. [Exit Bard.] Have I liv’d to be carry'd in a basket, like a barrow of butchers offal, and to be thrown into the Thames? well, if I be fery'd such another trick, l'll have
my brains ta'en out and butter'd, and give them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues flighted me into the river, with as little remorse (20) as they
(20) As they would have drown'd a blind bitch's puppies.] I have ventur'd to transpose the adjective here, against the authority of the printed copies. I know, in horfes, a colc from a blind ftallion loses. much of the value it might otherwise have; but are puppies ever drown's the sooner, for coming from a blind bitch? Two other para sages in our Author countenance the transposition I have made.
would have drown'd a bitch's blind puppies, fifteen i'th' litter ; and you may know, by my size, that I bave a kind of alacrity in finking: if the bottom were as deep as hell, I thould down. I had been drown'd, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow; a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing hould I have been, when I had been swell'd? I thould bave been a mountain of mummy.
Enter Bardolph. Now, is the fack brew'd ?
Bard. Here's Mrs. Quickly, Sir, to speak with you.
Fal. Come, let me pour in some fack to the Thameswater; for my belly's as cold as if I had swallow'd snow-balls, for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Bard. Come in woman.
Enter Mistress Quickly. Quis. By your leave : I cry you mercy. Give your worship
good morrow. Fal. Take away these challices : go brew me a pottle of fack finely.
Bard. With eggs, Sir ?
Fal. Simple of itself: I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage. How now?
Quic. Marry, Sir, I come to your worship from miltress Ford.
Fal. Mistress Ford? I have had Ford enough ; I was thrown into the Ford ; I have my belly full of Ford.
Quic. 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 on a foolish woman's promise.
Launci, in 2 Gent. of Verona.
One, that I sav'd from drowning, when three or four of his blind brothers and fifters went to it.
And, lago, in Orbeilo : Come, be man; drown self? drown cats and blind puppies.