eyes too, examined my parts with most judicious exliads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly.

Pist. Then did the sun on dung-hill shine.

Nym. I thank thee for that humour.

Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass !—Here's a nother letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be 'cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both.-Go, bear thou this letter to mis tress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford:-we will thrive, lads, we will thrive.

Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become,

And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all ! Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation.

Fal. Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. [To Rob. -Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go; Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack! Falstaff will learn the humour of this age.

French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt Falstaff and Robin. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd, and

fullam holds,

And high and low beguile the rich and poor:

Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,

Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge.

Pist. Wilt thou revenge?

Nym. By welkin, and her star!

Pist. With wit, or steel?

Nym. With both the humours, I:

I will discuss the humour of this love to Page.
Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold,
How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,
And his soft couch defile.

Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true humour.

Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I second thee; troop on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV-A room in Dr. Caius's house. Enter

Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby.

Quic. What; John Rugby!-I pray thee, go to the easement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English.

Rug. I'll go watch.

Quic. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. [Exit Rug.] An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault ;-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quic. And master Slender's your master?

Sim. Ay, forsooth.

Quic. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife?

Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. Quic. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall a man of his

hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrener.

Quic. How say you?-O, I should remember him; Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait ?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quic. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse for tune!-Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wishRe-enter Rugby.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quic. We shall all be shent: Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not stay long.-What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go, inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home-and down, down, adown-a, &c.

Enter Doctor Caius.

[Sings.

Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys: Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak? a green-s box.

Quic. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. [Aside Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais a la Cour, la grande affaire. Quic. Is it this, sir?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, quickly:-Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quic. What, John Rugby! John!

Rug. Here, sir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rug by: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublie? dere is some simples in my closet, dat vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

Quic. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and e mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet?-Vilany! larron!-Rugby, my rapier. [Pulling Simp. out. Quic. Good master, be content.

Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?

Quic. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. Vat shall the honest man do in my closet? tere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quic. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the ruth of it: He came of an erraud to me from parson Hugh.

1 Caius. Vell.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to→→→→→

Quic. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue-Speak-a your tale. Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page for my master, in the way of marriage.

Quic. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.

Caius. Sir Hugh send-a you?-Rugby, baillez me some paper:-Tarry you a little-a while. [Writes.

Quic. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thor oughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy ;-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my master,-I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;

Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quic. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a

great charge: and to be up early and down late-bu notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I woul have no words of it ;) my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,know Anne's mind,-that's neither here nor there.

Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter to sir Hugh by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his throat in d park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest meddle or make-you may be gone; it is not go you tarry here:-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Simp Quic. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tel me, dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?-by g I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mix host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon :-Byg I vill myself have Anne Page.

Quic. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the gook jer!

Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me :-By gar.i I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out d my door :-Follow my heels, Rugby. [Ex. Cai. & Rug

Quic. You shall have An fools-head of your o No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman is Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; n can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fenton. [Within.] Who's within there, ho?
Quic. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I

pray you.

Enter Fenton.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou? Quic. The better, that it pleases your good worship

to ask.

Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne? Quic. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and