Slender) what wold you with me?
Truely, for mine owne part, I would little or
nothing with you: your father and my vncle hath made
motions: if it be my lucke, so; if not, happy man bee his
dole, they can tell you how things go, better then I can:
you may aske your father, heere he comes.
Slender; Loue him daughter Anne. Fenterhere? Page, be not impatient. Fenton, come not to my child. Fenton. Shallow: Come sonne Slender, in; Fenton.) Page. Page, for that I loue your daughter
Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy: Nan.
cast away your childe on a Foole, and a Physitian:
Fenton, this is my doing. Nanthis Ring: there's for thy paines.
Now heauen send thee good fortune, a kinde
heart he hath: a woman would run through fire & wa
ter for such a kinde heart. But yet, I would my Maister
Anne, or I would M.
Slender had her: or (in
sooth) I would
Fenton had her; I will do what I can
for them all three, for so I haue promisd, and Ile bee as
good as my word, but speciously for M.
Fenton. Well, I
must of another errand to Sir
Iohn Falstaffe from my two
Mistresses: what a beast am I to slacke it.
Go, fetch me a quart of Sacke, put a tost in't.
Haue I liu'd to be carried in a Basket like a barrow of
butchers Offall? and to be throwne in the Thames? Wel,
if I be seru'd such another tricke, Ile haue my braines
'tane out and butter'd, and giue them to a dogge for a
New‑yeares gift. The rogues slighted me into the riuer
with as little remorse,
as they would haue drown'de a
blinde bitches Puppies, fifteene i'th litter: and you may
know by my size, that I haue a kinde of alacrity in sink
ing: if the bottome were as deepe as hell, I shold down.
I had beene drown'd, but that the shore was sheluy and
shallow: a death that I abhorre: for the water swelles a
man; and what a thing should I haue beene, when I
had beene swel'd? I should haue beene a Mountaine of
QuicklySir to speake with you.
Come, let me poure in some Sack to the Thames
water: for my bellies as cold as if I had swallow'd snow
bals, for pilles to coole the reines. Call her in.
Simple of it selfe: Ile no PulletߛSpersme in my
brewage. How now?
Ford. Ford? I haue had Ford enough: I was thrown
into the Ford; I haue my belly full of Ford.
Alas the day, (good‑heart) that was not her
fault: she do's so take on with her men; they mistooke
Well, she laments Sir for it, that it would yern
your heart to see it: her husband goes this morning a
birding; she desires you once more to come to her, be
tweene eight and nine: I must carry her word quickely,
she'll make you amends I warrant you.
Well, I will visit her, tell her so: and bidde her
thinke what a man is: Let her consider his frailety, and
then iudge of my merit.
Broome: he sent me
word to stay within: I like his money well.
Broome, you come to know Fordswife. Iohn) is my businesse. M. BroomeI will not lye to you, Broome.
Broome) but the peaking Curnuto her
dwelling in a continual larum of ielou
sie, coms me in the instant of our encounter, after we had
embrast, kist, protested, & (as it were) spoke the prologue
of our Comedy: and at his heeles, a rabble of his compa
nions, thither prouoked and instigated by his distemper,
and (forsooth) to serch his house for his wiues Loue.
You shall heare. As good lucke would haue it,
comes in one
Mist. Page, giues intelligence of
proch: and in her
they conuey'd me into a bucke‑basket.