Fal.

Ile not lend thee a peny.

Pis.

I will retort the sum in equipage.

Fal.

Not a pennie: I haue beene content you shuld lay my countenance to pawne: I haue grated vpon my good friends for 3 repriues, for you and your Coach-fellow Nym, else you might a looked thorow a grate like a geminy of babones. I am damned in hell for swearing to Gentlemen your good souldiers and tall fellowes: and when mistrisse ^note Briget lost the handle of her Fan, I tooked on my ho- ^note thou hadst it not.

Pis.

Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteene pence?

Fal.
Reason you rogue, reason.
Does thou thinke Ile indanger my soule gratis?

In briefe, hang no more about mee, I am no gybit for you. A ^note short knife and a throng to your manner of pickt hatch, goe. Youle not beare a Letter for me you rogue you: you stand vpon your honor. Why thou vnconfinable basenesse thou, tis as much as I can do to keepe the termes of my honor precise. I, I my selfe sometimes, leauing the feare of God on the left hand, am faine to shuffel, to filch and to lurch. And yet you stand vpon your honor, you rogue. You, you.

Pis.

I do recant: what woulst thou more of man?

Fal.

Well, gotoo, away, no more.

Quic.

Good you god den sir.

Fal.

Good den faire wife.

Quic.

Not so ant like your worship.

Fal.

Faire mayd then.

Quic.
That I am Ile be sworne, as my mother was
The first houre I was borne.
Sir I would speake with you in priuate.

Fal.
Say on I prethy, heeres none but my owne houshold.

Quic.

Are they so? Now God blesse them, and make them his seruants.

Fal.
So from Mistresse Foord. Goe on.

Quic.
I sir, she hath sent me to you to let you
Vnderstand she hath receiued your Letter,
And let me ^note tell you, she is one stands vpon ^note her credit.

Fal.
Well, come Misteris Ford, Misteris Ford.

Quic.
I sir, and as they say, she is not the first
Hath bene led in a fooles paradice.

Fal.
Nay prethy be briefe my good she Mercury.

Quic.

Mary sir, sheed haue you meet her betweene eight and nine.

Fal.
So betweene eight and nine:

Qu.
I forsooth, for then her husband goes a birding,

Fal.
Well commend me to thy mistris, tel her
I will not faile her: Boy giue her my purse.

Quic.
Nay sir I haue another arant to do to you
From misteris Page:

Fal.
From misteris Page? I prethy what of her?

Qu.
By my troth I think you work by Inchantments,
Els they could ^note neuer loue you as they doo:

Fal.
Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my
Good parts aside, I vse no other inchantments:

Quic.
Well sir, she loues you extreemly:
And let me tell you, shees one that feares God,
And her husband giues her leaue to do all:
For he is not halfe so iealousie ^note as M. Ford is.

Fal.
But harke thee, hath misteris Page and mistris Ford,
Acquainted each other how dearly they loue me?

Quic.
O God no sir: there were a iest indeed.

Fal.
Well farwel, commend me to misteris Ford,
I will not faile her say.

Quic.
God be with your worship. Exit Mistresse Quickly. Enter Bardolfe.

Bar.
Sir, heer's a Gentleman,
One M. Brooke, would speak with you,
He hath sent you a cup of sacke.

Fal.
M. Brooke, hees welcome: bid him come vp,
Such Brookes are alwaies welcome to me:
A Iack, will thy old bodie yet hold out?
Wilt thou after the expence of so much mony

Be now a gainer? Good bodie ^note I thanke thee,
And Ile make more of thee then I ha done:
Ha, ha, misteris Ford, and misteris Page, haue
I caught you a the ^note hip? go too. Enter Foord disguised like Brooke.

For.
God saue you sir.

Fal.
And you too, would you speak with me?

For.
Mary would I sir, I am somewhat bolde to trouble you,
My name is Brooke.

Fal.
Good M. Brooke your verie welcome.

For.
Ifaith sir I am a gentleman and a traueller,
That haue seen somewhat. And I haue often heard
That if mony goes before, all waies lie open.

Fal.
Mony is a good souldier sir, and will on.

For.
Ifaith sir, and I haue a bag here,
Would you wood helpe me to beare it.

Fal.
O Lord, would I could tell how to deserue
To be your porter.

For.
That may you easily sir Iohn: I haue an earnest
Sute to you. But good sir Iohn when I haue
Told you my griefe, cast one eie of your owne
Estate, since your selfe knew what tis to be
Such an offender.

Fal.
Verie well sir, proceed.

For.
Sir I am deeply in loue with one Fords wife
Of this Towne. Now sir Iohn you are a gentleman
Of good discoursing, well beloued among Ladies,
A man of such parts that might win 20. such as she.

Fal.
O good sir.

For.
Nay beleeue it sir Iohn, for tis time. Now my loue
Is so grounded vpon her, that without her loue
I shall hardly liue.

Fal.
Haue you importuned her by any means?

Ford.
No neuer sir.

Fal.
Of what qualitie is your loue then?

Ford.
Ifaith sir, like a faire house set vpon
Another mans foundation.

Fal.
And to what end haue you vnfolded this to me?

For.
O sir, when I haue told you that, I told you all:
For she sir stands so pure in the firme state
Of her honestie, that she is too bright to be looked
Against: Now could I come against her
With some detection, I should sooner perswade her

From her marriage vow, and a hundred such nice
Tearmes that sheele stand vpon.

Fal.
Why would it apply well to the veruensie of your affection,
That another should possesse what you would enjoy?
Meethinks you prescribe verie proposterously
To your selfe.

For.
No sir, for by that meanes should I be certaine of that which
I now misdoubt.

Fal.
Wel M. Brooke, Ile first make bold with your mony,
Next, giue me your hand. Lastly, you shall
And ^note you will, enioy Fords wife.

Foord.
O good sir.

Fal.
M. Brooke, I say you shall.

For.
Want no mony syr Iohn, you shall want none.

Fal.
Want no misteris Ford M. Brooke,
You shall want none. Euen as you came to me,
Her spokes mate, her go between parted from me:
I may tell you M. Brooke, I am to meet her
Betweene 8 and 9, for at that time the Iealous
Cuckally knaue her husband wil be from home,
Come to me soone at night, you shall know how
I speed M. Brooke.

Ford.
Sir do you know Ford?

Fal.
Hang him poore cuckally knaue, I know him not,
And yet I wrong him to call him poore. For they
Say the cuckally knaue hath legions of angels,
For the which his wife seemes to me well fauored,
And Ile vse her as the key of the cuckally knaues
Coffer, and there's my randeuowes.

Foord.
Meethinkes sir it were good that you knew
Ford, that you might shun him.

Fal.
Hang him cuckally knaue, Ile stare him
Out of his wits, Ile keepe him in awe
With this my cudgell: It shall hang like a meator
Ore the wittolly knaues head, M. Brooke thou shalt
See I will predominate ore the peasant,
And thou shalt lie with his wife. M. Brooke
Thou shalt know him for knaue and cuckold,
Come to me soone at night. Exit Falstaffe.

Ford.
What a damned epicurian is this?
My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid:
Page is an Asse, a foole. A secure Asse,
Ile sooner trust an Irishman with my
Aquauita bottle, Sir Hu our parson with my cheese,

A theefe to walke my ambling gelding, then my wife
With her selfe: then she plots, then she ruminates,
And what she thinkes in her hart she may effect,
Sheele breake her hart but she will effect it.
God be praised, God be praised for my iealousie:
Well Ile go preuent him, the time drawes on,
Better an houre too soone, then a minit too late,
Gods my life cuckold, cuckold. Exit Ford.

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