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washing; so throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
Mrs. Page. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would,' all of the same strain 'were in the same distress.
Mrs. Ford. I think, my husband hath some special suspicion of Falstaff's being here; for I never saw him so gross in his jealousy till now.
Mrs. Page. I will lay a plot to try that: And we will yet have more tricks with Falstaff: his dissolute disease will scarce obey this medicine.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we send that foolish carrion, mistress Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water; and give him another hope, to betray him to another punishment ?
Mrs. Page. We'll do it; let him be sent for tomorrow eight o'clock, to have amends.
Re-enter FORD, PAGE, Caius, and Sir Hugh
Ford. I cannot find him; may be the knave bragged of that he could not compass.
Mrs. Page. Heard you that?
Mrs. Ford. Ay, ay, peace:-You use me well, master Ford, do you?
Ford. Ay, I do so.
Ford, Ay, ay; I must bear it,
Eva. If there be any pody in the house, and in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive my sins at the day of judgement!
Caius. By gar, nor I too; dere is no bodies.
Page. Fie, fie, master Ford! are you not ashamed? What spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not have your distemper in this kind, for the wealth of Windsor Castle.
Ford. 'Tis my fault, master Page : I suffer for it.
Era. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as, honezt a 'omans, as I will desires among five thousand, and five hundred too.
Caius. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.
Ford. Well ;-- I promised you a dinner :-Come, come, walk in the park: I pray you, pardon me; I will hereafter make known to you, why I have done this.-Come, wife ;--come, mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray heartily, pardon me.
Page. Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him. I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'l a birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush: Shall it be so ?.
Ford. Any thing.
Eva. If there is one, I shall make two in the company.
Caius. If there be one or two, I shall make-a de turd.
Era. In your teeth : for shame. . l'ord. Pray you go, master Page.
Eva. I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.
Caius. Dat is good; by gar, vit all my heart.
Eva. A lousy knave; to have his gibes, and his mockeries.
- A Room in Page's House.
Enter Fenton, and Mistress ANNE PAGE.
Anne. Alas! how then?
Why, thou must be thyself..
Anne. May be, he tells you true.
Fent. No, heaven so speed me in my time to come!
Anne. · Gentle master Fenton, :
[They converse apart.
Enter SHALLOW, SLENDER, and Mrs. QUICKLY.
Shal. Break their talk, mistres's Quickly; my kinsman shall speak for himself.
Slen. I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't:9 slid, 'tis but venturing.
Shal. Be not dismay’d.
Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that,—but that I am afeard..
Quick. Hark ye; master Slender would speak a word with you.
Anne. I come to him. This is my father's choice. 0, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!
[Aside. Quick. And how does good master Fenton ? Pray you, a word with you.
Shal. She's coming ; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!
Slen. I had a father, mistress Anne ;-my uncle can tell you good jests of him :--Pray you, uncle, tell mistress Anne the jest, how my father stole two geese out of a pen, good uncle.
Shal. Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.
Slen, Ay, that I do; as well as I love any woman in Glocestershire.
Shal. He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.
Slen. Ay, that I will, come cut and long-tail,' under the degree of a 'squire.
9 A proverb-a shast was a long arrow, and a bolt, a thick short one.
Come, poor or rich.
Shal. He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.
Anne. Good master Shallow, let him woo for bim
Shal. Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.
Anne. Now, master Slender.. Slen. Now, good mistress Anne. „Anne. What is your will ?
Slen. My will? od's heartlings, that's a pretty jest, indeed! I ne'er made my will yet, I thank heaven; I am not such a sickly creature, I give heaven praise.
Anne. I mean, master Slender, what would you with me?
Slen. Truly, for mine own part, I would little or nothing with you: Your father, and my uncle, have made motions : if it be my luck, so: if not, happy man be his dole!? They can tell you how things go, better than I can: You may ask your father; here he comes.
Enter PAGE, and Mistress Page.
Fent. Nay, master Page, be not impatient.