991giue me so much of your time in enchange of it, as to lay

992an amiable siege to the honesty of this Fords wife: vse

993your Art of wooing; win her to consent to you: if any

994man may, you may as soone as any.

995Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your

996affection that I should win what you would enioy? Me-

997thinkes you prescribe to your selfe very preposterously.

998Ford. O, vnderstand my drift: she dwells so securely

999on the excellency of her honor, that the folly of my soule

1000dares not present it selfe: shee is too bright to be look'd

1001against. Now, could I come to her with any detection

1002in my hand; my desires had instance and argument to

1003commend themselues, I could driue her then from the

1004ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow,

1005and a thousand other her defences, which now are too-

1006too strongly embattaild against me: what say you too't,

1007Sir Iohn?

1008Fal. Master Broome, I will first make bold with your

1009money: next, giue mee your hand: and last, as I am a

1010gentleman, you shall, if you will, enioy Fords wife.

1011Ford. O good Sir.

1012Fal. I say you shall.

1013Ford. Want no money (Sir Iohn) you shall want none.

1014Fal. Want no Mistresse Ford (Master Broome) you shall

1015want none: I shall be with her (I may tell you) by her

1016owne appointment, euen as you came in to me, her assi-

1017stant, or goe-betweene, parted from me: I say I shall be

1018with her betweene ten and eleuen: for at that time the

1019iealious-rascally-knaue her husband will be forth: come

1020you to me at night, you shall know how I speed.

1021Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance: do you know

1022Ford Sir?

1023Fal. Hang him (poore Cuckoldly knaue) I know

1024him not: yet I wrong him to call him poore: They say

1025the iealous wittolly-knaue hath masses of money, for

1026the which his wife seemes to me well-fauourd: I will vse

1027her as the key of the Cuckoldly-rogues Coffer, & ther's

1028my haruest-home.

1029Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might a-

1030uoid him, if you saw him.

1031Fal. Hang him, mechanicall-salt-butter rogue; I wil

1032stare him out of his wits: I will awe-him with my cud-

1033gell: it shall hang like a Meteor ore the Cuckolds horns:

1034Master Broome, thou shalt know, I will predominate o-

1035uer the pezant, and thou shalt lye with his wife. Come

1036to me soone at night: Ford's a knaue, and I will aggra-

1037uate his stile: thou (Master Broome) shalt know him for

1038knaue, and Cuckold. Come to me soone at night.

1039Ford. What a damn'd Epicurian-Rascall is this? my

1040heart is ready to cracke with impatience: who saies this

1041is improuident iealousie? my wife hath sent to him, the

1042howre is fixt, the match is made: would any man haue

1043thought this? see the hell of hauing a false woman: my

1044bed shall be abus'd, my Coffers ransack'd, my reputati-

1045on gnawne at, and I shall not onely receiue this villanous

1046wrong, but stand vnder the adoption of abhominable

1047termes, and by him that does mee this wrong: Termes,

1048names: Amaimon sounds well: Lucifer, well: Barbason,

1049well: yet they are Diuels additions, the names of fiends:

1050But Cuckold, Wittoll, Cuckold? the Diuell himselfe

1051hath not such a name. Page is an Asse, a secure Asse; hee

1052will trust his wife, hee will not be iealous: I will rather

1053trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the Welsh-

1054man with my Cheese, an Irish-man with my Aqua-vitae-

1055bottle, or a Theefe to walke my ambling gelding, then

1056my wife with her selfe. Then she plots, then shee rumi-

1057nates, then shee deuises: and what they thinke in their

1058hearts they may effect; they will breake their hearts but

1059they will effect. Heauen bee prais'd for my iealousie:

1060eleuen o'clocke the howre, I will preuent this, detect

1061my wife, bee reueng'd on Falstaffe, and laugh at Page. I

1062will about it, better three houres too soone, then a my-

1063nute too late: fie, fie, fie: Cuckold, Cuckold, Cuckold.

1067Caius. Iacke Rugby.

1068Rug. Sir.

1069Caius. Vat is the clocke, Iack.

1070Rug. 'Tis past the howre (Sir) that Sir Hugh promis'd

1071to meet.

1072Cai. By gar, he has saue his soule, dat he is no-come:

1073hee has pray his Pible well, dat he is no-come: by gar

1074(Iack Rugby) he is dead already, if he be come.

1075Rug. Hee is wise Sir: hee knew your worship would

1076kill him if he came.

1077Cai. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill

1078him: take your Rapier, (Iacke) I vill tell you how I vill

1079kill him.

1080Rug. Alas sir, I cannot fence.

1081Cai. Villanie, take your Rapier.

1082Rug. Forbeare: heer's company.

1083Host. 'Blesse thee, bully-Doctor.

1084Shal. 'Saue you M^r. Doctor Caius.

1085Page. Now good M^r. Doctor.

1086Slen. 'Giue you good-morrow, sir.

1087Caius. Vat be all you one, two, tree, fowre, come for?

1088Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foigne, to see thee

1089trauerse, to see thee heere, to see thee there, to see thee

1090passe thy puncto, thy stock, thy reuerse, thy distance, thy

1091montant: Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Fran-

1092cisco? ha Bully? what saies my Esculapius? my Galien? my

1093heart of Elder? ha? is he dead bully-Stale? is he dead?

1094Cai. By gar, he is de Coward-Iack-Priest of de vorld:

1095he is not show his face.

1096Host. Thou art a Castalion-king-Vrinall: Hector of

1097Greece (my Boy)

1098Cai. I pray you beare witnesse, that me haue stay,

1099sixe or seuen, two tree howres for him, and hee is no-

1100come.

1101Shal. He is the wiser man (M. Docto)rhe is a curer of

1102soules, and you a curer of bodies: if you should fight, you

1103goe against the haire of your professions: is it not true,

1104Master Page?

1105Page. Master Shallow; you haue your selfe beene a

1106great fighter, though now a man of peace.

1107Shal. Body-kins M. Page, though I now be old, and

1108of the peace; if I see a sword out, my finger itches to

1109make one: though wee are Iustices, and Doctors, and

1110Church-men (M. Page) wee haue some salt of our youth

1111in vs, we are the sons of women (M. Page.)

1112Page. 'Tis true, M^r. Shallow.

1113Shal. It wil be found so, (M. Page:) M. Doctor Caius,

1114I am come to fetch you home: I am sworn of the peace:

1115you haue show'd your selfe a wise Physician, and Sir

1116Hugh hath showne himselfe a wise and patient Church-

1117man: you must goe with me, M. Doctor.