480Qui. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had bin through-

481ly moued, you should haue heard him so loud, and so me-

482lancholly: but notwithstanding man, Ile doe yoe your

483Master what good I can: and the very yea, & the no is, y^e

484French Doctor my Master, (I may call him my Master,

485looke you, for I keepe his house; and I wash, ring, brew,

486bake, scowre, dresse meat and drinke, make the beds, and

487doe all my selfe.)

488Simp. 'Tis a great charge to come vnder one bodies

489hand.

490Qui. Are you a-uis'd o'that? you shall finde it a great

491charge: and to be vp early, and down late: but notwith-

492standing, (to tell you in your eare, I wold haue no words

493of it) my Master himselfe is in loue with Mistris Anne

494Page: but notwithstanding that I know Ans mind, that's

495neither heere nor there.

496Caius. You, Iack'Nape: giue-'a this Letter to Sir

497Hugh, by gar it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in de

498Parke, and I will teach a scuruy Iack-a-nape Priest to

499meddle, or make:--- you may be gon: it is not good

500you tarry here: by gar I will cut all his two stones: by

501gar, he shall not haue a stone to throw at his dogge.

502Qui. Alas: he speakes but for his friend.

503Caius. It is no matter 'a ver dat: do not you tell-a-me

504dat I shall haue Anne Page for my selfe? by gar, I vill

505kill de Iack-Priest: and I haue appointed mine Host of

506de Iarteer to measure our weapon: by gar, I wil my selfe

507haue Anne Page.

508Qui. Sir, the maid loues you, and all shall bee well:

509We must giue folkes leaue to prate: what the good-ier.

510 Caius. Rugby, come to the Court with me: by gar, if

511I haue not Anne Page, I shall turne your head out of my

512dore: follow my heeles, Rugby.

513Qui. You shall haue An-fooles head of your owne:

514No, I know Ans mind for that: neuer a woman in Wind-

515sor knowes more of Ans minde then I doe, nor can doe

516more then I doe with her, I thanke heauen.

517Fenton. Who's with in there, hoa?

518Qui. Who's there, I troa? Come neere the house I

519pray you.

520Fen. How now (good woman) how dost thou?

521Qui. The better that it pleases your good Worship

522to aske?

523Fen. What newes? how do's pretty Mistris Anne?

524Qui. In truth Sir, and shee is pretty, and honest, and

525gentle, and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by

526the way, I praise heauen for it.

527Fen. Shall I doe any good thinkst thou? shall I not

528loose my suit?

529Qui. Troth Sir, all is in his hands aboue: but not-

530withstanding (Master Fenton) Ile be sworne on a booke

531shee loues you: haue not your Worship a wart aboue

532your eye?

533Fen. Yes marry haue I, what of that?

534Qui. Wel, thereby hangs a tale: good faith, it is such

535another Nan; (but (I detest) an honest maid as euer

536broke bread: wee had an howres talke of that wart; I

537shall neuer laugh but in that maids company: but (in-

538deed) shee is giuen too much to Allicholy and musing:

539but for you --- well --- goe too ---

540Fen. Well: I shall see her to day: hold, there's mo-

541ney for thee: Let mee haue thy voice in my behalfe: if

542thou seest her before me, commend me. ---

543Qui. Will I? I faith that wee will: And I will tell

544your Worship more of the Wart, the next time we haue

545confidence, and of other wooers.

546Fen. Well, fare-well, I am in great haste now.

547Qui. Fare-well to your Worship: truely an honest

548Gentleman: but Anne loues hiim not: for I know Ans

549minde as well as another do's: out vpon't: what haue I

550forgot. Exit.

554Mist. Page. What, haue scap'd Loue-letters in the

555holly-day-time of my beauty, and am I now a subiect

556for them? let me see?

568What a Herod of Iurie is this? O wicked, wicked world:

569One that is well-nye worne to peeces with age

570To show himselfe a yong Gallant? What an vnwaied

571Behauiour hath this Flemish drunkard pickt (with

572The Deuills name) out of my conuersation, that he dares

573In this manner assay me? why, hee hath not beene thrice

574In my Company: what should I say to him? I was then

575Frugall of my mirth: (heauen forgiue mee:) why Ile

576Exhibit a Bill in the Parliament for the putting downe

577of men: how shall I be reueng'd on him? for reueng'd I

578will be? as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

579Mis Ford. Mistris Page, trust me, I was going to your

580house.

581Mis Page. And trust me, I was comming to you: you

582looke very ill.

583Mis. Ford. Nay, Ile nere beleeee that; I haue to shew

584to the contrary.

585Mis. Page. 'Faith but you doe in my minde.

586Mis. Ford. Well: I doe then: yet I say, I could shew

587you to the contrary: O Mistris Page, giue mee some

588counsaile.

589Mis. Page. What's the matter, woman?

590Mi. Ford. O woman: if it were not for one trifling re-

591spect, I could come to such honour.

592Mi. Page. Hang the trifle (woman) take the honour:

593what is it? dispence with trifles: what is it?

594Mi. Ford. If I would but goe to hell, for an eternall

595moment, or so: I could be knighted.

596Mi. Page. What thou liest? Sir Alice Ford? these

597Knights will hacke, and so thou shouldst not alter the ar-

598ticle of thy Gentry.

599Mi. Ford. Wee burne day-light: heere, read, read:

600perceiue how I might bee knighted, I shall thinke the

601worse of fat men, as long as I haue an eye to make diffe-

602rence of mens liking: and yet hee would not sweare: