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Rh Follow me Gentlemen.

Euans. This is fery fantasticall humors and iealousies.

Caius. By gar,’tis no-the fashion of France: It is not iealous in France.

Page. Nay follow him (Gentlemen) see the yssue of his search.

''Mist.Page. '' Is there not a double excellency in this?

''Mist.Ford. '' I know not which pleases me better, That my husband is deceiued, or Sir Iohn.

Mist.Page. What a taking was hee in, when your husband askt who was in the basket?

Mist.Ford. I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of washing: so throwing him into the water, will doe him a benefit.

Mist.Page. Hang him dishonest rascall: I would all of the same straine, were in the same distresse.

''Mist.Ford.  I thinke my husband hath some speciall suspition of Falstaffs'' being heere: for I neuer saw him so grosse in his iealousie till now.

Mist.Page. I will lay a plot to try that, and wee will yet haue more trickes with Falstaffe: his dissolute disease will scarse obey this medicine.

Mis.Ford. Shall we send that foolishion Carion, Mist[ris]. Quickly to him, and excuse his throwing into the water, and giue him another hope, to betray him to another punishment?

Mist.Page. We will do it: let him be sent for to morrow eight a clocke to haue amends.

Ford. I cannot finde him: may be the knaue bragg’d of that he could not compasse.

Mis.Page. Heard you that?

Mis.Ford. You vse me well, M[aster]. Ford? Do you?

Ford. I, I do so.

M.Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoghts.

Ford. Amen.

''Mi.Page.  You do your selfe mighty wrong (M[aster]. Ford'')

Ford. I, I: I must beare it.

Eu. If there be any pody in the house, & in the chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses: heauen forgiue my sins at the day of iudgement.

Caius. Be gar, nor I too: there is no-bodies.

Page. Fy, fy, M[aster]. Ford, are you not asham’d? What spirit, what diuell suggests this imagination? I wold not ha your distemper in this kind, for ў welth of Windsor castle.

Ford. ’Tis my fault (M[aster]. Page) I suffer for it.

Euans. You suffer for a pad conscience: your wife is as honest a o’mans, as I will desires among fiue thousand, and fiue hundred too.

Cai. By gar, I see’tis an honest woman.

Ford. Well, I promisd you a dinner: come, come, walk in the Parke, I pray you pardon me: I wil hereafter make knowne to you why I haue done this. Come wife, come Mi[stris]. Page, I pray you pardon me. Pray hartly pardon me.

Page. Let’s go in Gentlemen, but (trust me) we’l mock him: I doe inuite you to morrow morning to my house to breakfast: after we’ll a Birding together, I haue a fine Hawke for the bush. Shall it be so:

Ford. Any thing.

Eu. If there is one, I shall make two in the Companie.

Ca. If there be one, or two, I shall make-a-theturd.

Ford. Pray you go, M[aster]. Page.

Eua. I pray you now remembrance to morrow on the lowsie knaue, mine Host.

Cai. Dat is good by gar, withall my heart.

Eua. A lowsie knaue, to haue his gibes, and his mockeries.

Fen. I see I cannot get thy Fathers loue, Therefore no more turne me to him (sweet Nan.)

Anne. Alas, how then?

Fen. Why thou must be thy selfe. He doth obiect, I am too great of birth, And that my state being gall’d with my expence, I seeke to heale it onely by his wealth. Besides these, other barres he layes before me, My Riots past, my wilde Societies, And tels me’tis a thing impossible I should loue thee, but as a property.

An. May be he tels you true.

No, heauen so speed me in my time to come, Albeit I will confesse, thy Fathers wealth Was the first motiue that I woo’d thee (Anne: ) Yet wooing thee, I found thee of more valew Then stampes in Gold, or summes in sealed bagges: And’tis the very riches of thy selfe, That now I ayme at.

An. Gentle M[aster]. Fenton, Yet seeke my Fathers loue, still seeke it sir, If opportunity and humblest suite Cannot attaine it, why then harke you hither.

Shal. Breake their talke Mistris Quickly. My Kinsman shall speake for himselfe.

Slen. Ile make a shaft or a bolt on’t, slid, tis but venturing.

Shal. Be not dismaid.

Slen. No, she shall not dismay me: I care not for that, but that I am affeard.

Qui. Hark ye, M[aster]. Slender would speak a word with you.

An. I come to him. This is my Fathers choice: O what a world of vilde ill-fauour’d faults Lookes handsome in three hundred pounds a yeere?

Qui. And how do’s good Master Fenton? Pray you a word with you.

Shal. Shee’s comming; to her Coz: O boy, thou hadst a father.

Slen. I had a father (M[istris]. An) my vncle can tel you good iests of him: pray you Vncle, tel Mist[ris]. Anne the iest how my Father stole two Geese out of a Pen, good Vnckle.

Shal. Mistris Anne, my Cozen loues you.

Slen. I that I do, as well as I loue any woman in Glocestershire.

Shal. He will maintaine you like a Gentlewoman.

Slen. I that I will, come cut and long-taile, vnder the degree of a Squire.

Shal. He will make you a hundred and fiftie pounds ioynture.

Anne. Good Maister Shallow let him woo for himselfe.

Shal. Marrie I thanke you for it: I thanke you for that good comfort: she cals you (Coz) Ile leaue you.

Anne. Now Master Slender.

Slen. Now good Mistris Anne.

Anne. What is your will?

Slen. My will? Odd’s-hartlings, that’s a prettie iest indeede: I ne’re made my Will yet (I thanke Heauen: ) I am not such a sickely creature, I giue Heauen praise. An.