SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Im.

That Falstaff at that oak sbull meet with us,

Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his bead! Enter Host and BARDOLPII.

Puge. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come Bard. Sir, the Germans desire to have three of And in this shape : Wb n you have brought him y sur horses: the duke himself will be to-morrow at What shall be done with him? What is your plot?

thither, court, and they are going to meet him. Host. What duke should that be, comes so se

Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon, cretly? I bear not of him in the court: Let, me Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,

and thus : speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? Bard. Ay, sir, l'll call them to you.

And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress Host. They shall have my horses; but I'll make Like urchins, opb«s, and fairies. green and white, them pay, l'll sauce them: 'they have had my house With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads, a week at command ; I have turned away my other And rattles in their bands; upon a sudden, guests : they must come off; l'll sauce them; Letshem fiom forth a saw-pit rush at once

As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met, Come.

(Eseunt.

With some diffused song; upon their sight,

We two in great amazedness will fly:
SCENE IV-A Room in Ford's House.

Tben let them all encircle bin about,
Enter Page, FORD, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,

And fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight,
Sir Hugh Evans,

In their so sacred paths he dares to tread,
Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman In shape profane.
as ever I did look upon.

Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth, Page. And did be send you both these letters at Let the supposed fairies pinch bim sound, an instant?

And burn him with their tapers. Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.

Mrs. Page.

The truth being krown, Ford. Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do wbat We'll all present ourselves ; dis-born the spirit, thou wilt;

And mock him home to Windsor. I rather will suspect the sun with cold,

Ford.

The children must Than tbee with wantonness : now do h thy honour Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. stand,

Eva. I will teach the children their behaviours ; In him that was of late an heretic,

and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the As firm as faith.

knight with my taber. Page.

'Tis well, 'tis well, no more. Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them Be not as extreme iu submission,

vizards. As in offence;

Mrs. Page. My Nan sball be the queen of all the But let our plot go forward : let our wives

fuiries, Yet once again, to make us public sport,

Finely attired in a robe of white. Appoilt a meeting with this old fat fellow,

Page. That silk will I go buy ;-and in that timWhere we may take him, and disgrace him for it. Shall master Slender steal my Nan away, [Aside. Ford. There is no better way than that they And marry her at Eton.-Go, send to Falstuft spoke of.

straight. Page. How! to send bim word they'll meet him Ford. Nay, I'll to him again, in name of Brook ; in the park at midnight; fie, fie; he'll never come. He'll tell me all his purpose : Sure, be'll come.

Era. You say, he has been thrown into the Mrs. Page. Fear not you that : Go, get us prorivers ; and has been grievously peaten, as an old

perties, 'oman; methinks, there should be terrors in him, And tricking for our fairies. that he should uot come; methinks, bis Ash is Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasure pupisbed, be shall have no desires.

and fery honest knaveries. Page. So think I too.

(Ereunt PAGE, FORD, and Evan Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you'll use him when Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, he comes,

Send quickly to sir John, to know 'is mind. And let us two devise to bring him thither.

[Exit Mrs. Hoy Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, the hunter,

And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. Sometime a keeper here in Windsor-forest, That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, And he my husband best of all affects : Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; The doctor is well money'd, and his friends And there be blasts the tree, and takes the cattle; Potent at court; he, none but he, shall bare her, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave chain

her.

[Erit. In a most bideous and dreadful manner: You have heard of such a spirit; and well you know,

SCENE V.-A Room in the Garter Inn. The superstitious idle-headed eld

Enter Host and SIMPLE.
Received, and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the hunter for å truth.

Host. What would'st tbou have, boor? what, Page. Wby, yet there want not many, that do thick skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief. short, fear

quick, snap. In deep of night to walk by this Herne’s oak : Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John But what of this?

Falstaff from master Slender. Mrs. Ford, Marry, this is our device.

Host. There's bis chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed ; 'tis painted

Enter Sir Hugh Evans. about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new : Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropo- Eva. Where is mine host? vhaginian unto thee : Knock, I say.

Host. What is the matter, sir? Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone Eva. Have a care of your entertainments : there up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as to stay, sir, is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there is till she come down; I come to speak with her, in- tbree cousin germans, that has cozened all the eed.

hosts of Reading, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be of horses and money. I tell you for good-will, obbed : I'll call.—Bully knight! Bully sir John! look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and speak from thy lungs military : Art thou there? it vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not convenient you should is tbine host, thine Ephesian, calls.

be cozened : Fare you well.

[EritFal. (above.] How now, mine host? Host. Here's a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the com

Enter Dr. Caius. ing down of thy fat woman ; Let her descend, bul- Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre ? ly, let her descend; my chambers are honourable : Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and Fye! privacy ? fye!

doubtful dilemma.

Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat : But it is tell-a Enter FalstaFF.

me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman, de Jarmany: by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de even now with me; but she's gone.

court is know to come : I tell you for good vill : Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman of adieu.

[Erit. Brentford ?

Host. Hue and cry, villain, go :-assist me. Fal. Ay, marry was it, muscle-shell ; What knight; I am undone : Ay, run, hue and cry, vilwould you with her ?

lain! I am undone ! Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to

[Ereunt Host and BARDULPA. her, seeing her go through the streets, to know, Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened ; sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a for I bave been cozoned, and beaten too. If it chain, had the cbain, or no.

sbould come to the ear of the court, how I have Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.

been transformed, and bow my transformation hath Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir ?

been washed and cudgeled, they would melt me out Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's that beguiled master Šlender of his chain, cozened boots with me; I warrant, they would whip me him of it.

with their fine wits, till I were as crest-fallen as a Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore woman berself; I had other things to have spoken myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long with her too, from him.

enough to say my prayers, I would repent. Fal. What are they? let us know. Host. Ay, come ; quick.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY. Sim. I may not conceal them, sir.

Now! whence come you ? Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest,

Quick. From the two parties, fors-oth. Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about

Fal. The devil take one party, and his dain the mistress Anne Page; to know if it were my mas- other, and so they shall be both bestowed ! I have ter's f trune to have her, or no.

suffered more for their sakes, more than the vil. Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

lanous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to Sim. What, sir?

bear. Fal. To have her,-or no : Go; say, the woman

Quick. And have not they suffered ? Yes, I wartold me so.

rant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, good Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir?

heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot Fal Ay, sir Tike; wbo more bold ?

see a white spot about her. Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my Fal. What tell'st tbou me of black and blue? master glad with these tidings. [Exit Simple. I was besten myself into all the colours of the

Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir John : rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the Was there a wise woman with thee?

witch of Brentford ; but that my admirable dexFal. Ay, that there was, mine bost; one that terity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before old woman, deliver'd me, the knave constable had in my life : and I paid nothing for it neither, but set me i' the stocks, i’ the common stocks, for a was paid for my learning.

witch. Enter BARDOLPH.

Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your cham

ber: you shall bear how things go ; and, I warrant, Bara. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! mere cozen

to your coutent. Here is a letter will say someage! Host. Where be my horses ? speak well of them, together! Sure one of you does not serve heaven

wbat. Good bearts, wha ado here is to bring you varletto.

well, that you are so crossed. Bard. Run away with the cozeners: for so soon

Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Erennt. as I came beyond Eton, tbey threw me off, from bebind one of th-m, in a slough of mire ; and set spurs, and away, like three German devils, three SCENE VI.--Another Room in the Garter lop. Doctor Faustuses.

Enter FENTON and Host. Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, villin; do not say, they be fed ; Germans are honest Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind

is heavy, I will gire orer all.

one,

Fent. Yet bear me speak• Assist me in my pur. Quick. I'll provide yod a chain : and I'll do what pose,

I can to get you a pair of horns. And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give tbee

Fal. Away, I say ; time wears : hold up your A hundred pound in gold, more than your loss. head, and mince.

[Exit Mrs. QUICKLY Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I will, at the least, keep your counsel.

Enter Ford.
Fent. From time to time I bave acquainted you
With the dear lore I bear to fair Anne Page;

How, now, master Brook? Master Brook, the matWho, mutually, hath answer'd my affection

ter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in (So far forth as herself might be her chooser,)

the Park, about midnight, at Herne's-oak, and you Even to my wish: I have a letter from her shall see wonders. Of such contenis as you will wonder at;

Ford. Went you not to her yes'erday, sir, as The mirth whereof so larded with my matter,

you told me you had appointed ? That neither, singly, can be manifested,

Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, Without the show of both ;-wherein fat Falstaff

like a poor old man : but I came from her, master Hath a great scene : the image of the jest

Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave,

(Showing the letter. Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jeaI'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host : lousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed To-night at Herne’s-oak, just 'twixt twelve and frenzy. I will tell you.--He beat me grievously,

in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen:

master Brook, I fear not Goliath, with a weaver's The purpose why, is here ; in which disguise,

berm; because I know also life is a shuttle. I am While other jests are something rank on foot,

in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master Her father bath commanded her to slip

Brook. Since I pluck'd geese, play'd truant, and Away with Slender, and with him at Eron

wbipp'd top, I knew not what it was to be beaten, Immediately to marry: she hath consented :

till lately. Follow me : I'll tell you strange things Nor, sir,

of this knave Ford : on whom to-night I will be Her mother, even strong against that match, revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your And firm for doctor Caius, bath appointed

hand.Follow: Strange things in hand, master That be shall likewise shuffle her away,

Brook! follow.

(Eseunt While other sports are tasking of their minds, And at the deanery, where a priest attends,

SCENE II.-Windsor Park.
Straight marry her : to this her mother's plot
She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath

Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.
Made promise to the doctor ;-Now thus it rests : Page. Come, come ; we'll couch i' the castle.
Jler father means she shall be all in white; ditch, till we see tbe light of our fairies.-Remem-
And in that habit, when Slender sees his time ber, son Slender, my daughter.
To take her by the hand, and bid her go,

Slen. Ay, forsooth ; I have spoke with her, and She shall go with bim : her mother bath intended we bave a nay.word, how to know one another. I The better to denote her to the doctor,

come to her in white, and cry, mum ; she cries bud. (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,) get; and by that we know one another. That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrob’d, Shal. That's good too: but what needs either With ribands pendant, flaring 'bout her head; your mum, or ber budget? the white will deciphe: And when the doctor spies bis vantage ripe, her well enough.-it bath struck ten o'clock. To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will The maid batb given consent to go with him. become it well. Heaven, prosper our sport! No Host. Which means she to deceive? father or man means evil but the devil, and we shall know Inother?

him by bis horns. Let's away; follow me. Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me :

(Excunt. And here it rests,- that you'll procure the vicar To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one,

SCENE III.-The Street in Windsor.
And, in the lawful name of carrying,
To give our hearts united ceremony.

Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. CAIUs. Host. Well, busband your device ; I'll to the Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in vicar:

green : when you see your time, take her by the Ering you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch

Fent. So shall I ever more be bound to thee; it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must Besides, I'll make a present recompense. (Ereunt. go together.

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

Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir, (Erıt Caius: My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse

of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marry. ACT V.

ing my daughter : but 'tis no matter ; better a little

chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. SCENE J.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of

fairies? and the Welch d-vil, Hugh? Enter FALSTAPP and Mrs. QUICKLY.

Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit bard by Fal. Pry'tbee, no more pratiling :

-o.- -I'll Herne's-oak, with obscured lights : which, at the bold: This is the tbird time; I bope, good luck very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, ibey will lies in odd numbers. Away, gn; they say, there at onre display to the night. is divinily in odd numbers, either in nativity,

Nire. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. chance, or death.-Away.

3. Page. If be be not amazed he will b

mocked ; if he be amazed, he will every way be Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy mocked.

toys. Mrs. Ford. We'll betray bim finely.

Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their where fires thou find'st unrak’d, and hearths unlechery,

swept, T'bose that betray them do no treachery.

There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry : Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; To the oak, to Our radiant queen bates sluts and sluttery. the oak!

[Ereunt. Fal. They are fairies ; he, that speaks to them

shall die : SCENE IV.-Windsor Park.

I'll wink and couch : no man their works must eye.

[Lies down upon his face. Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Fairies.

Eva. Where's Pede?-Go you, and where you Evu. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember

find a maid, your parts : be pold, I pray you; follow me into That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, ihe pit ; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I Raise up the organs of her fantasy, pid you ; Come, come ; trib, trib. (Exeunt. Sleep she as sound as careless infancy,

But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, SCENE V.-Another part of the Park. Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and

shing. Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on. Quick. About, about;

Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the Search Windsor-castle, elves, within and out: minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ; me :— Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy That it may stand till the perpetual doom, Europa ; love set on thy horns.-O powerful love! In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit; that, in some respects, makes a beast a man ; in Worthy the owner, and the owner it. some other, a man a beast.—You were also, Jupi. The several chairs of order look you scour ter, a swan, for the love of Leda :-0, omnipotent With juice of balm, and every precious flower : love! how near the god drew to the complexion of Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, a goose ?-A fault done first in the form of a beast; With loyal blazon, evermore be blest ! .-0 Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : foul fault.-When gods bave hot backs, what shall The expressure that it bears, green let it be, poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag; More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : Send me a And, Honi soit qui mal y pense, write, cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss Iu emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white. my tallow? Who comes here ? my doe?

Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page.

Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee :

Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer? Away; disperse : But, till 'tis one o'clock, my male deer ?

Our dance of custom, round about the oak Fal. My doe with the black scut ?—Let the sky of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of Green Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves Sleeves ? bail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes ;

in order set: let there come a tempest of provocation, I will And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, shelter me here.

[Embracing her. To guide our measure round about the tree. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, But, stay: I smell a man of middle earth. sweetheart.

Fal, Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy! Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch : lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath

thy birth. your busbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak 1 Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end like Herne the hunter ?—Why, now is Cupid a If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, child of conscience ; he makes restitution. “As I And turn him to no pain ; but if he start, am a true spirit, welcome!

[Noise within. It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. Mrs Page. Alas! what noise ?

Pist. A trial, come. Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!

Eva.

Come, will this wood take fire ? Fal. What should this be?

[They burn him with their tapers. Mrs. Ford.

} Away, away. Mrs. Page.

[They run off Fal. Oh, oh, oh! Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme ;

Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! Jest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; lie And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. would never else cross me thus.

Eva. It is rigbt; indeed be is full of lecberies Enter Sir Hugh Evans like a satyr ; Mrs. Quickly and iniquity.

and Pistol; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and others, dressed like

SONG. fairies, with waren tapers on their heads.

Fye on sinful fantasy! Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,

Fye on lust and lurury! You mconsbine revellers, and shades of night,

Lust is but a bloody fire, You orphan-beirs of fixed destiny,

Kindled with unchaste desire, Attond your office, and your quality.

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

As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher

}

ass.

Pinch him, fairies, mutually;

Ford. And one tbat is as slanderous as Satan? Pinch him for his villany;

Page. And as poor as Job ? Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Ford. And as wicked as his wife? Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out. Eva. And given to fornications, and to tavertis

and sack, and wine, and metbeglins, and to drink During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Doctor ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and

Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy ir prabbles ? green; Slender another way, and takes off a fairy in white; and Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs. of me; I am dejected ; I am not able to answer the

Fal. Well, I am your theme : you bave the start Apne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. Wolch flannel : ignorance itself is a plummet o’er All the fairies run away.

Falstaff pulls off his me ; use me as you will. buck's head, and rises.

Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Enter Page, FORD, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford.

one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, They lay hold on him.

to whom you should have been a pander: over and

above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that Page. Nay, do not fly; I think, we have watch'd money will be a biting affliction. you now:

Mrs. Ford. Nay, busband, let that go to make Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn?

amends : Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. no bigber:

Ford. Well, here's my hand ; all's forgiven at Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives?

Jast. See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt ent a Become the forest better than the town?

posset to-night at my house ; wbere I will desire Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?–Master thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee Brook, Falstaff's a koave, a cuckoldly knave; here Tell ber, master Slender hath married her daughter, are his boros, master Brook : And, master Brook, Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck- be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. basket, bis cudgel, and twenty pounds of money ;

Aside. which must be paid to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Enter SLENDER. Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have bad ill luck; we

Slen. Whoo, ho ! Lho! father Page ! could never meet. I will never take you for my

Page. Son ! how now? how now, son ? have you love again, but I will always count you my deer.

despatched ? Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an

Slen. Despatched !-I'll make the best in Glo.

cestershire kuow on't; would I were hanged, la, Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are else. extant.

Page. Of what, son? Fal. And these are not fairies! I was three or

Slen. I came yonder at Eion to marry mistress four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy ; Tiit get the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise had not been i’ the church, I would have swinged of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery him, or he should have swinged mo. If I did not into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all think it had been Anne Page, would I night never rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, stir, and 'tis a postınaster's boy. how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon

Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. ill employment. Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your when I took a boy for a girl : If I had been married

Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, desires, and fairies will not pinse you.

to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I woulù Ford. Well said, fairy Hugb.

not have bad him. Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I you.

tell you, how you should know my daughter by her Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till

garments ? thou art able to woo her in good English.

Slen. I went to her in wbite, and cry'd mum, and Fel. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er. yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy. reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welch goat

Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but too! Sball I bare a coxcomb of frize? 'Tis time I were cboked with a piece of toasted cheese.

marry boys? Era. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly do?

Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What skall i is all putter.

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry : I knew Fal. Seese and putter! have

I lived to stand at of your purpose ; turned my daughter into green; the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ? and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the This is enough to be the decay of lust and late- deanery, and there married. walking, through the realm. Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though

Enter Caius. we would bare thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves Caius. Vere is mistress Page? Hy gar, I am without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could cozened ; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisa.", Łave made you our delight?

by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : Ford. Wbat, a hodge-pudding? a bag of fax? cozened. Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? Page. old, cold, withered, and of intolerable Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy. be gar, I'll entails?

raise all Windsor.

[Erit CAIUS

by gar,

I aid