Wil. Genitive,—horum, harum, horum. Mrs. Quick. Vengeance of Jenny's case! fie on her!—never name her, child, if she be a whore. Evans. For shame, 'oman. Mrs. Quick. You do ill to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves; and to call horum :-fie upon you! Evans. 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no understandings for thy cases, and the numbers of the genders? Thou art as foolish christian creatures, as I would desires. Mrs. Page. Pr'ythee, hold thy peace. Evans. Show me now, William, some declensions of your pronouns. Wil. Forsooth, I have forgot. Evans. It is ki, ka, cod: if you forget your kies, your kæs, and your cods, you must be preeches.1 Go your ways, and play: go. Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I thought he was. Evans. He is a good sprag 2 memory. Farewell, mistress Page. Mrs. Page. Adieu, good sir Hugh. [Exit Sir Hugh.] Get you home, boy.-Come, we stay too long. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in Ford's house. Enter FALSTAFF and MRS. ford. 1 Fal. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance: I see, you are obsequious 1 in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not only, mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement, and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your husband now? Mrs. Ford. He's a birding, sweet sir John. Mrs. Page. [within.] What hoa, gossip Ford! what hoa! Mrs. Ford. Step into the chamber, sir John. Enter MRS. PAGE. [Exit Falstaff. Mrs. Page. How now, sweetheart? who's at home besides yourself? Mrs. Ford. Why, none but mine own people. Mrs. Ford. No, certainly.-Speak louder. [aside. here. Mrs. Ford. Why? Mrs. Page. Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes 2 again: he so takes on 3 yonder with my : Sorrowful. 2 Frenzy. 3 Rages. |