The Merry Wines of Windjor.
| dane. Tmeane (M. Slender) what wold you with me?
Sten, Truely, for mine owne part, Iwould litcle or nothing with you : your father and my yncle hath made motions sifit be my lucke,(o s ifnot, happy man bee his dole, they can teli you how things go, better then Iican: you may aske your father, heere he comes.
Page, Now M: Slender; Loue him daughter dune, Why how now? What does Mt Fenter here 2 You wrong me Sir,thus till to haunt my houfe. Tcold you Sir, my daughter is difpofd of,
Fen, Nay Mr Page, benotimpatient. :
‘Mft-Page. Good M. Fentor.comenot tomy child:
Page. She isno match for you,
Fen. Sit, willyouheare me?
Page. No, good M. Fenton.
Come M. Shallow: Gome fone Slender, in 5 Knowing my minde,you wrong me(M. Featon.)
Qui, Speake to Mittris Page.
Fen, Good Mift, Page,for that J loue your daughter Tn fuch a righteous fafbion as I do, 2 Perforce, again all checkes,rebukes,and manners,
T mui aduance the colours of my loue, Acdnotretire, Letmehaue your good will.
42, Good mother, do not marry me to yond foole.
Mift.Page, Umeane it not, | fecke youa better bul- band,
Qui. That's my matter, M.Dodor.
© 7a, Alas Thad rather befet quicki'th earth,
} And bowl’d to death with Turnips,
Mift.Page. Come, trouble not your felfe good M. Fenton, L will notbe your friend, nor enemy = My daughter will I queftionhow the loues you, Andas | finde her, fo am I affected:
Till then, farewell Sir, fhe muft needs goin, Her father will be angry. : Farewell gentle Miftsis : farewell Wan.
Qui, This is my doing now: Nay, faideT, will you cali away your childeona Foole,and a Phyfitian : Looke on M. Fentor, thisis my doing,
Fen. Ithankethee : andI pray thee once tonight, Gite my {weet Wan this Ring: chere’s for thy paines.
Qyi. Now heanen fend thee good fortune, a kinde hearthe hath: a woman would run through fire & wa- ter for fuicha kinde heart. But yet, would my Maifter had Milttis Ave, or 1 would M.Slender had her: or (in footh) I would M. Fextos had her; Twilldo what] can for them all three, for fo I haue promifd, and Ilebee as good as my word, but fpecioufly for M. Fenton, Well, muft of another errand to Sir fobu Falstaffe from my two. Miftreffes: what a beaftam I to flacke it. Exennt
Scena Quinta,
Enter Ealfeffe Bardolfe, Quickly Ferd,
Pal, Bardolfel fay.
‘Bar, Heere Sir. Y
Fal, Go, fetch mea quart of Sacke,pura toftin’t, Hauellin’dto becarriedin a Basket likea barrow of butchers Offall ? and to bethzowne in the Thames? Wel, if Tbe feru’d firch another tricke, Iehawe my braines
- earie outand butter'd, and giue chem toadogge for a
- New-yeares gift. The rogues {lighted meinto the riuer
with as livvleremorfe, as they would haue drown'de a
blinde bitches Puppies, fifteene i'h litter: and you may know by miy ize, that havea kinde of alacrity in fink ing : ifthebotcome wer as deepeasheli, I fhold down, had beene drown’d, but that the fhore was fheluy and fhallow: a death that I abhorre for the water fwelles a man; and what a thing fhouldI hauebeene, when 1} had beene fwel'd? I fhould haue beenea Mountaine of Mummie,
Bar. Hete’sM. Quickly Sirto peake with you,
Fal.Gome, let me poure in fome Sack to the Thames water: for my bellies as cold as if had fwallow'd {howe bals, for pilles to coule the reines, Cali her
Bar. Comeinwoman,
Qui, By yout leauesI cry you mercy? Giue your worthip good morrow,
Fal. Take away thee Challices :
Go, brewme apottle of Sacke finely.
Bard. With Egges Sir?
Fal, Simple of it felfe : lle no Pullet-Sperfme in my brewage. How now? 4 Quj-Marty Sir, come to yout worthip fram M. Ferd,
Pal: Mift.Ford? Thaue had Bord enough:l was thrown |
Ford ; Ihaue my belly full of Ford, | Alasthe day, (good-heart) that wasnot her
the do’s fo rake on with hermen ; they miftooke | their eretion, (promife,
Fal, So didI mine,to build vpon a foolifh Womans
Qos. Well, the laments Sir for it, thacic would yern | yourheartto fecit : her husband goes this morning @ birding; the defires you oncemore to cometo her, bes tweene eightand nine: I muft carry her word quickely, fhe'll make you amends I warrant you,
Fal, Well, Iwillvifit her, tell her fo sand bidde her thinke what amanis: Let her confiderhis frailety, and | then iudge of my merit,
Qui. Twill cell her,
Fal. Do fo. Betweenenine and ten {aift thou?
Qsi. Bight and nine Sir.‘
Fal, Well,be gone: I will notmiffeher.
Qui, Peace be with you Sir,
Fal. I meruaile Theare not of Mt Broome : he feneme | word to ftay within :I like his money well.
Oh, heere be comes,
Ford. Bleffe you Sir.
Fal. Now M. Broome, you cometo know What hath paft betweene me, and Fords wife,
Ford. That indeed (Sir Jobe)1s my bufineffe,
Fal. 44, Broome will not lye to you,
Iwas at her houfe the houre fhe appointed me.
Ford, And {ped you Sir?
Fal. very ill-fauouredly M. Broome.
Ford, How fo fir did fhe change her determination?
Fal.No(M.Broome)but the peaking Curnuto her huf> band(M.Breome)dwelling in a continual Jarum of ielou fie,coms me in the inftant of our encounter,after we had | embrafl,kift,protefted,8(asit were)fpoke the prologue | _ ofour Comedy: and athishceles,a rabble of his compat nions,thither prouoked andinftigated by his diftemper, and(forfooth)to ferch his houfe for his wiues Loue,
Ford. What? While you were there?
Fal, While Iwas there,..: :
For. bnd did he {earch for you,8¢ could not find you?
Fal, You thall heate, As good lucke would have it) comes in one Mift. Page, giues intelligence oft Fords ap= proch:and in her inuention,and Fords they conuey’d me into abucke-basket,
