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The Merry Wiues of Windsor. Euans.

O'man, art thou Lunaties? Hast thou no vn­

derstandings for thy Cases, & the numbers of the Gen­

ders? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures, as I would

desires.

Mi.Page.
[1730]
Pre'thee hold thy peace.
Eu. Shew me now ( William) some declensions of your Pronounes. Will. Forsooth, I haue forgot. Eu.

It is Qui, que, quod ; if you forget your Quies,

your Ques, and your Quods, you must be preeches: Goe

[1735]

your waies and play, go.

M.Pag. He is a better scholler then I thought he was. Eu. He is a good sprag‑memory: Farewel Mis. Page. Mis.Page. Adieu good Sir Hugh: Get you home boy, Come we stay too long. Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Falstoffe, Mist.Ford, Mist.Page, Seruants, Ford, Page, Caius, Euans, Shallow. Fal.
[1740]

Mi. Ford, Your sorrow hath eaten vp my suffe­

rance; I see you are obsequious in your loue, and I pro­

fesse requitall to a haires bredth, not onely Mist. Ford,

in the simple office of loue, but in all the accustrement,

complement, and ceremony of it: But are you sure of

[1745]

your husband now?

Mis.Ford. Hee's a birding (sweet Sir Iohn.) Mis.Page. What hoa, gossip Ford: what hoa. Mis.Ford. Step into th'chamber, Sir Iohn. Mis.Page. How now (sweete heart) whose at home besides your selfe? Mis.Ford.
[1750]
Why none but mine owne people.
Mis.Page. Indeed? Mis.Ford. No certainly: Speake louder. Mist.Pag. Truly, I am so glad you haue no body here. Mist.Ford. Why? Mis.Page.
[1755]

Why woman, your husband is in his olde

lines againe: he so takes on yonder with my husband, so

railes against all married mankinde; so curses all Eues

daughters, of what complexion soeuer; and so buffettes

himselfe on the for‑head: crying peere‑out, peere‑out,

[1760]

that any madnesse I euer yet beheld, seem'd but tame­

nesse, ciuility, and patience to this his distemper he is in

now: I am glad the fat Knight is not heere.

Mist.Ford. Why, do's he talke of him? Mist.Page.

Of none but him, and sweares he was ca­

[1765]

rried out the last time hee search'd for him, in a Basket:

Protests to my husband he is now heere, & hath drawne

him and the rest of their company from their sport, to

make another experiment of his suspition: But I am glad

the Knight is not heere; now he shall see his owne foo⸗

[1770]

lerie.

Mist.Ford. How neere is he Mistris Page? Mist.Pag. Hard by, at street end; he wil be here anon. Mist.Ford. I am vndone, the Knight is heere. Mist.Page.

Why then you are vtterly sham'd, & hee's

[1775]

but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with

him, away with him: Better shame, then murther.

Mist.Ford. Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket againe? Fal. No, Ile come no more i'th Basket: May I not go out ere he come?

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Mist.Page.
[1780]

Alas: three of M r. Fords brothers watch

the doore with Pistols, that none shall issue out: other­

wise you might slip away ere hee came: But what make

you heere?

Fal. What shall I do? Ile creepe vp into the chimney. Mist.Ford.
[1785]
There they alwaies vse to discharge their Birding‑peeces: creepe into the Kill‑hole.
Fal. Where is it? Mist.Ford.

He will seeke there on my word: Neyther

Presse, Coffer, Chest, Trunke, Well, Vault, but he hath

an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes

[1790]

to them by his Note: There is no hiding you in the

house.

Fal. Ile go out then. Mist.Ford.

If you goe out in your owne semblance,

you die Sir Iohn, vnlesse you go out disguis'd.

Mist.Ford.
[1795]
How might we disguise him?
Mist.Page.

Alas the day I know not, there is no wo­

mans gowne bigge enough for him: otherwise he might

put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchiefe, and so escape.

Fal.

Good hearts, deuise something: any extremitie,

[1800]

rather then a mischiefe.

Mist.Ford.

My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brain­ ford , has a gowne aboue.

Mist.Page.

On my word it will serue him: shee's as

big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler

[1805]

too: run vp Sir Iohn.

Mist.Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir Iohn: Mistriis Page and I will looke some linnen for your head. Mist.Page. Quicke, quicke, wee'le come dresse you straight: put on the gowne the while. Mist.Ford.

I would my husband would meete him

in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brain­

[1810]

ford; he sweares she's a witch, forbad her my house, and

hath threatned to beate her.

Mist.Page.

Heauen guide him to thy husbands cud­

gell: and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards.

Mist.Ford. But is my husband comming? Mist.Page.
[1815]
I in good sadnesse is he, and talkes of the basket too, howsoeuer he hath had intelligence.
Mist.Ford.

Wee'l try that: for Ile appoint my men to

carry the basket againe, to meete him at the doore with

it, as they did last time.

Mist.Page.

Nay, but hee'l be heere presently: let's go

[1820]

dresse him like the witch of Brainford.

Mist.Ford.

Ile first direct direct my men, what they

shall doe with the basket: Goe vp, Ile bring linnen for

him straight.

Mist.Page. Hang him dishonest Varlet,
[1825]
We cannot misuse enough: We'll leaue a proofe by that which we will doo, Wiues may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not acte that often, iest, and laugh, 'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh.
Mist.Ford.
[1830]

Go Sirs, take the basket againe on your

shoulders: your Master is hard at doore: if hee bid you

set it downe, obey him: quickly, dispatch.

1 Ser. Come, come, take it vp. 2 Ser. Pray heauen it be not full of Knight againe. 1 Ser.
[1835]
I hope not, I had liefe as beare so much lead.
Ford. I, but if it proue true (M r. Page) haue you any way then to vnfoole me againe. Set downe the basket villaine: some body call my wife: Youth in a basket: Oh you Panderly Rascals, there's a knot: a gin, a packe, a conspiracie against me: Now shall the diuel be sham'd. What wife I say: Come, come forth: behold what ho­ nest

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Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Falstoffe, Mist.Ford, Mist.Page, Seruants, Ford, Page, Caius, Euans, Shallow. Fal.
[1740]

Mi. Ford, Your sorrow hath eaten vp my suffe­

rance; I see you are obsequious in your loue, and I pro­

fesse requitall to a haires bredth, not onely Mist. Ford,

in the simple office of loue, but in all the accustrement,

complement, and ceremony of it: But are you sure of

[1745]

your husband now?

Mis.Ford. Hee's a birding (sweet Sir Iohn.) Mis.Page. What hoa, gossip Ford: what hoa. Mis.Ford. Step into th'chamber, Sir Iohn. Mis.Page. How now (sweete heart) whose at home besides your selfe? Mis.Ford.
[1750]
Why none but mine owne people.
Mis.Page. Indeed? Mis.Ford. No certainly: Speake louder. Mist.Pag. Truly, I am so glad you haue no body here. Mist.Ford. Why? Mis.Page.
[1755]

Why woman, your husband is in his olde

lines againe: he so takes on yonder with my husband, so

railes against all married mankinde; so curses all Eues

daughters, of what complexion soeuer; and so buffettes

himselfe on the for‑head: crying peere‑out, peere‑out,

[1760]

that any madnesse I euer yet beheld, seem'd but tame­

nesse, ciuility, and patience to this his distemper he is in

now: I am glad the fat Knight is not heere.

Mist.Ford. Why, do's he talke of him? Mist.Page.

Of none but him, and sweares he was ca­

[1765]

rried out the last time hee search'd for him, in a Basket:

Protests to my husband he is now heere, & hath drawne

him and the rest of their company from their sport, to

make another experiment of his suspition: But I am glad

the Knight is not heere; now he shall see his owne foo⸗

[1770]

lerie.

Mist.Ford. How neere is he Mistris Page? Mist.Pag. Hard by, at street end; he wil be here anon. Mist.Ford. I am vndone, the Knight is heere. Mist.Page.

Why then you are vtterly sham'd, & hee's

[1775]

but a dead man. What a woman are you? Away with

him, away with him: Better shame, then murther.

Mist.Ford. Which way should he go? How should I bestow him? Shall I put him into the basket againe? Fal. No, Ile come no more i'th Basket: May I not go out ere he come? Mist.Page.
[1780]

Alas: three of M r. Fords brothers watch

the doore with Pistols, that none shall issue out: other­

wise you might slip away ere hee came: But what make

you heere?

Fal. What shall I do? Ile creepe vp into the chimney. Mist.Ford.
[1785]
There they alwaies vse to discharge their Birding‑peeces: creepe into the Kill‑hole.
Fal. Where is it? Mist.Ford.

He will seeke there on my word: Neyther

Presse, Coffer, Chest, Trunke, Well, Vault, but he hath

an abstract for the remembrance of such places, and goes

[1790]

to them by his Note: There is no hiding you in the

house.

Fal. Ile go out then. Mist.Ford.

If you goe out in your owne semblance,

you die Sir Iohn, vnlesse you go out disguis'd.

Mist.Ford.
[1795]
How might we disguise him?
Mist.Page.

Alas the day I know not, there is no wo­

mans gowne bigge enough for him: otherwise he might

put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchiefe, and so escape.

Fal.

Good hearts, deuise something: any extremitie,

[1800]

rather then a mischiefe.

Mist.Ford.

My Maids Aunt the fat woman of Brain­ ford , has a gowne aboue.

Mist.Page.

On my word it will serue him: shee's as

big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler

[1805]

too: run vp Sir Iohn.

Mist.Ford. Go, go, sweet Sir Iohn: Mistriis Page and I will looke some linnen for your head. Mist.Page. Quicke, quicke, wee'le come dresse you straight: put on the gowne the while. Mist.Ford.

I would my husband would meete him

in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brain­

[1810]

ford; he sweares she's a witch, forbad her my house, and

hath threatned to beate her.

Mist.Page.

Heauen guide him to thy husbands cud­

gell: and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards.

Mist.Ford. But is my husband comming? Mist.Page.
[1815]
I in good sadnesse is he, and talkes of the basket too, howsoeuer he hath had intelligence.
Mist.Ford.

Wee'l try that: for Ile appoint my men to

carry the basket againe, to meete him at the doore with

it, as they did last time.

Mist.Page.

Nay, but hee'l be heere presently: let's go

[1820]

dresse him like the witch of Brainford.

Mist.Ford.

Ile first direct direct my men, what they

shall doe with the basket: Goe vp, Ile bring linnen for

him straight.

Mist.Page. Hang him dishonest Varlet,
[1825]
We cannot misuse enough: We'll leaue a proofe by that which we will doo, Wiues may be merry, and yet honest too: We do not acte that often, iest, and laugh, 'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh.
Mist.Ford.
[1830]

Go Sirs, take the basket againe on your

shoulders: your Master is hard at doore: if hee bid you

set it downe, obey him: quickly, dispatch.

1 Ser. Come, come, take it vp. 2 Ser. Pray heauen it be not full of Knight againe. 1 Ser.
[1835]
I hope not, I had liefe as beare so much lead.
Ford. I, but if it proue true (M r. Page) haue you any way then to vnfoole me againe. Set downe the basket villaine: some body call my wife: Youth in a basket: Oh you Panderly Rascals, there's a knot: a gin, a packe, a conspiracie against me: Now shall the diuel be sham'd. What wife I say: Come, come forth: behold what ho­ nest cloathes you send forth to bleaching. Page. Why, this passes M. Ford: you are not to goe loose any longer, you must be pinnion'd. Euans.
[1840]
Why, this is Lunaticks: this is madde, as a mad dogge.
Shall. Indeed M. Ford, this is not well indeed. Ford.

So say I too Sir, come hither Mistris Ford, Mi­

stris Ford, the honest woman, the modest wife, the vertu­

ous creature, that hath the iealious foole to her husband:

[1845]

I suspect without cause (Mistris) do I?

Mist.Ford.

Heauen be my witnesse you doe, if you

suspect me in any dishonesty.

Ford.

Well said Brazon‑face, hold it out: Come forth

sirrah.

Page.
[1850]
This passes.
Mist.Ford. Are you not asham'd, let the cloths alone. Ford. I shall finde you anon. Eua. 'Tis vnreasonable; will you take vp your wiues cloathes? Come, away. Ford. Empty the basket I say. M.Ford.
[1855]
Why man, why?
Ford.

Master Page, as I am a man, there was one con­

uay'd out of my house yesterday in this basket: why

may not he be there againe, in my house I am sure he is:

my Intelligence is true, my iealousie is reasonable, pluck

[1860]

me out all the linnen.

Mist.Ford. If you find a man there, he shall dye a Fleas death. Page. Heer's no man. Shal. By my fidelity this is not well M r. Ford: This wrongs you. Euans. M r Ford, you must pray, and not follow the imaginations of your owne heart: this is iealousies. Ford.
[1865]
Well, hee's not heere I seeke for.
Page. No, nor no where else but in your braine. Ford.

Helpe to search my house this one time: if I find

not what I seeke, shew no colour for my extremity: Let

me for euer be your Tableߛsport: Let them say of me, as

[1870]

iealous as Ford, that search'd a hollow Wall‑nut for his

wiues Lemman. Satisfie me once more, once more serch

with me.

M.Ford.

What hoa (Mistris Page,) come you and

the old woman downe: my husband will come into the

[1875]

Chamber.

Ford. Old woman? what old womans that? M.Ford. Why it is my maids Aunt of Brainford. Ford.

A witch, a Queane, an olde couzening queane:

Haue I not forbid her my house. She comes of errands

[1880]

do's she? We are simple men, wee doe not know what's

brought to passe vnder the profession of Fortune‑telling.

She workes by Charmes, by Spels, by th'Figure, & such

dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: wee know no­

thing. Come downe you Witch, you Hagge you, come

[1885]

downe I say.

Mist.Ford. Nay, good sweet husband, good Gentle­ men, let him strike the old woman. Mist.Page. Come mother Prat, Come giue me your hand. Ford.

Ile Prat‑her: Out of my doore, you Witch,

you Ragge, you Baggage, you Poulcat, you Runnion,

[1890]

out, out: Ile coniure you, Ile fortune‑tell you.

Mist.Page. Are you not asham'd? I thinke you haue kill'd the poore woman. Mist.Ford. Nay he will do it, 'tis a goodly credite for you. Ford. Hang her witch. Eua.
[1895]

By yea, and no, I thinke the o'man is a witch in­

deede: I like not when a o'man has a great peard; I spie

a great peard vnder his muffler.

Ford.

Will you follow Gentlemen, I beseech you fol­

low: see but the issue of my iealousie: If I cry out thus

[1900]

vpon no traile, neuer trust me when I open againe.

Page. Let's obey his humour a little further: Come Gentlemen. Mist.Page. Trust me he beate him most pittifully. Mist.Ford. Nay by th'Masse that he did not: he beate him most vnpittifully, me thought. Mist.Page.
[1905]
Ile haue the cudgell hallow'd, and hung ore the Altar, it hath done meritorious seruice.
Mist.Ford.

What thinke you? May we with the war­

rant of woman‑hood, and the witnesse of a good consci­

ence, pursue him with any further reuenge?

M.Page.

The spirit of wantonnesse is sure scar'd out

[1910]

of him, if the diuell haue him not in fee‑simple, with

fine and recouery, he will neuer (I thinke) in the way of

waste, attempt vs againe.

Mist.Ford.

Shall we tell our husbands how wee haue

seru'd him?

Mist.Page.
[1915]

Yes, by all meanes: if it be but to scrape

the figures out of your husbands braines: if they can find

in their hearts, the poore vnuertuous fat Knight shall be

any further afflicted, wee two will still bee the mini­

sters.

Mist.Ford.
[1920]

Ile warrant, they'l haue him publiquely

sham'd, and me thinkes there would be no period to the

iest, should he not be publikely sham'd.

Mist.Page. Come, to the Forge with it, then shape it: I would not haue things coole. Exeunt
 

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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <l n="1792">Ile go out then.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1793">If you goe out in your owne semblance,
      <lb n="1794"/>you die Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, vnlesse you go out disguis'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1795">How might we disguise him?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1796">Alas the day I know not, there is no wo­
      <lb n="1797"/>mans gowne bigge enough for him: otherwise he might
      <lb n="1798"/>put on a hat, a muffler, and a kerchiefe, and so escape.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1799">Good hearts, deuise something: any extremitie,
      <lb n="1800"/>rather then a mischiefe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1801">My Maids Aunt the fat woman of<hi rend="italic">Brain­
      <lb n="1802"/>ford</hi>, has a gowne aboue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1803">On my word it will serue him: shee's as
      <lb n="1804"/>big as he is: and there's her thrum'd hat, and her muffler
      <lb n="1805"/>too: run vp Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1806">Go, go, sweet Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>:<hi rend="italic">Mistriis Page</hi>and
      <lb/>I will looke some linnen for your head.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1807">Quicke, quicke, wee'le come dresse you
      <lb/>straight: put on the gowne the while.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1808">I would my husband would meete him
      <lb n="1809"/>in this shape: he cannot abide the old woman of Brain­
      <lb n="1810"/>ford; he sweares she's a witch, forbad her my house, and
      <lb n="1811"/>hath threatned to beate her.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1812">Heauen guide him to thy husbands cud­
      <lb n="1813"/>gell: and the diuell guide his cudgell afterwards.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1814">But is my husband comming?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1815">I in good sadnesse is he, and talkes of the
      <lb/>basket too, howsoeuer he hath had intelligence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1816">Wee'l try that: for Ile appoint my men to
      <lb n="1817"/>carry the basket againe, to meete him at the doore with
      <lb n="1818"/>it, as they did last time.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1819">Nay, but hee'l be heere presently: let's go
      <lb n="1820"/>dresse him like the witch of<hi rend="italic">Brainford</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1821">Ile first direct direct my men, what they
      <lb n="1822"/>shall doe with the basket: Goe vp, Ile bring linnen for
      <lb n="1823"/>him straight.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1824">Hang him dishonest Varlet,</l>
      <l n="1825">We cannot misuse enough:</l>
      <l n="1826">We'll leaue a proofe by that which we will doo,</l>
      <l n="1827">Wiues may be merry, and yet honest too:</l>
      <l n="1828">We do not acte that often, iest, and laugh,</l>
      <l n="1829">'Tis old, but true, Still Swine eats all the draugh.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1830">Go Sirs, take the basket againe on your
      <lb n="1831"/>shoulders: your Master is hard at doore: if hee bid you
      <lb n="1832"/>set it downe, obey him: quickly, dispatch.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-ser.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1<hi rend="italic">Ser</hi>.</speaker>
      <l n="1833">Come, come, take it vp.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-ser.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">2<hi rend="italic">Ser</hi>.</speaker>
      <l n="1834">Pray heauen it be not full of Knight againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-ser.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1<hi rend="italic">Ser</hi>.</speaker>
      <l n="1835">I hope not, I had liefe as beare so much lead.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1836">I, but if it proue true (M<c rend="superscript">r</c>.<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>) haue you any
      <lb/>way then to vnfoole me againe. Set downe the basket
      <lb/>villaine: some body call my wife: Youth in a basket:</l>
      <l n="1837">Oh you Panderly Rascals, there's a knot: a gin, a packe,
      <lb/>a conspiracie against me: Now shall the diuel be sham'd.</l>
      <l n="1838">What wife I say: Come, come forth: behold what ho­<pb facs="FFimg:axc0075-0.jpg" n="55"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb/>nest cloathes you send forth to bleaching.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1839">Why, this passes M.<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>: you are not to goe
      <lb/>loose any longer, you must be pinnion'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Euans.</speaker>
      <l n="1840">Why, this is Lunaticks: this is madde, as a
      <lb/>mad dogge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-sha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shall.</speaker>
      <l n="1841">Indeed M.<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>, this is not well indeed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1842">So say I too Sir, come hither Mistris<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>, Mi­
      <lb n="1843"/>stris<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>, the honest woman, the modest wife, the vertu­
      <lb n="1844"/>ous creature, that hath the iealious foole to her husband:
      <lb n="1845"/>I suspect without cause (Mistris) do I?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1846">Heauen be my witnesse you doe, if you
      <lb n="1847"/>suspect me in any dishonesty.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1848">Well said Brazon‑face, hold it out: Come forth
      <lb n="1849"/>sirrah.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1850">This passes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1851">Are you not asham'd, let the cloths alone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1852">I shall finde you anon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eua.</speaker>
      <l n="1853">'Tis vnreasonable; will you take vp your wiues
      <lb/>cloathes? Come, away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1854">Empty the basket I say.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">M.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1855">Why man, why?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1856">Master<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>, as I am a man, there was one con­
      <lb n="1857"/>uay'd out of my house yesterday in this basket: why
      <lb n="1858"/>may not he be there againe, in my house I am sure he is:
      <lb n="1859"/>my Intelligence is true, my iealousie is reasonable, pluck
      <lb n="1860"/>me out all the linnen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1861">If you find a man there, he shall dye a Fleas
      <lb/>death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1862">Heer's no man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-sha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="1863">By my fidelity this is not well M<c rend="superscript">r</c>.<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>: This
      <lb/>wrongs you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Euans.</speaker>
      <l n="1864">M<c rend="superscript">r</c>
         <hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>, you must pray, and not follow the
      <lb/>imaginations of your owne heart: this is iealousies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1865">Well, hee's not heere I seeke for.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1866">No, nor no where else but in your braine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1867">Helpe to search my house this one time: if I find
      <lb n="1868"/>not what I seeke, shew no colour for my extremity: Let
      <lb n="1869"/>me for euer be your Tableߛsport: Let them say of me, as
      <lb n="1870"/>iealous as<hi rend="italic">Ford</hi>, that search'd a hollow Wall‑nut for his
      <lb n="1871"/>wiues Lemman. Satisfie me once more, once more serch
      <lb n="1872"/>with me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">M.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1873">What hoa (Mistris<hi rend="italic">Page</hi>,) come you and
      <lb n="1874"/>the old woman downe: my husband will come into the
      <lb n="1875"/>Chamber.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1876">Old woman? what old womans that?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">M.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1877">Why it is my maids Aunt of<hi rend="italic">Brainford</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1878">A witch, a<hi rend="italic">Queane</hi>, an olde couzening queane:
      <lb n="1879"/>Haue I not forbid her my house. She comes of errands
      <lb n="1880"/>do's she? We are simple men, wee doe not know what's
      <lb n="1881"/>brought to passe vnder the profession of Fortune‑telling.
      <lb n="1882"/>She workes by Charmes, by Spels, by th'Figure, &amp; such
      <lb n="1883"/>dawbry as this is, beyond our Element: wee know no­
      <lb n="1884"/>thing. Come downe you Witch, you Hagge you, come
      <lb n="1885"/>downe I say.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1886">Nay, good sweet husband, good Gentle­
      <lb/>men, let him strike the old woman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1887">Come mother<hi rend="italic">Prat</hi>, Come giue me your
      <lb/>hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1888">Ile<hi rend="italic">Prat</hi>‑her: Out of my doore, you Witch,
      <lb n="1889"/>you Ragge, you Baggage, you Poulcat, you Runnion,
      <lb n="1890"/>out, out: Ile coniure you, Ile fortune‑tell you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1891">Are you not asham'd?</l>
      <l n="1892">I thinke you haue kill'd the poore woman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1893">Nay he will do it, 'tis a goodly credite
      <lb/>for you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1894">Hang her witch.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eua.</speaker>
      <p n="1895">By yea, and no, I thinke the o'man is a witch in­
      <lb n="1896"/>deede: I like not when a o'man has a great peard; I spie
      <lb n="1897"/>a great peard vnder his muffler.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-for">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1898">Will you follow Gentlemen, I beseech you fol­
      <lb n="1899"/>low: see but the issue of my iealousie: If I cry out thus
      <lb n="1900"/>vpon no traile, neuer trust me when I open againe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-pag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1901">Let's obey his humour a little further:</l>
      <l n="1902">Come Gentlemen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1903">Trust me he beate him most pittifully.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <l n="1904">Nay by th'Masse that he did not: he beate
      <lb/>him most vnpittifully, me thought.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1905">Ile haue the cudgell hallow'd, and hung
      <lb/>ore the Altar, it hath done meritorious seruice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1906">What thinke you? May we with the war­
      <lb n="1907"/>rant of woman‑hood, and the witnesse of a good consci­
      <lb n="1908"/>ence, pursue him with any further reuenge?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">M.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1909">The spirit of wantonnesse is sure scar'd out
      <lb n="1910"/>of him, if the diuell haue him not in fee‑simple, with
      <lb n="1911"/>fine and recouery, he will neuer (I thinke) in the way of
      <lb n="1912"/>waste, attempt vs againe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1913">Shall we tell our husbands how wee haue
      <lb n="1914"/>seru'd him?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <p n="1915">Yes, by all meanes: if it be but to scrape
      <lb n="1916"/>the figures out of your husbands braines: if they can find
      <lb n="1917"/>in their hearts, the poore vnuertuous fat Knight shall be
      <lb n="1918"/>any further afflicted, wee two will still bee the mini­
      <lb n="1919"/>sters.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mfo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Ford.</speaker>
      <p n="1920">Ile warrant, they'l haue him publiquely
      <lb n="1921"/>sham'd, and me thinkes there would be no period to the
      <lb n="1922"/>iest, should he not be publikely sham'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-mpa">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mist.Page.</speaker>
      <l n="1923">Come, to the Forge with it, then shape it:
      <lb/>I would not haue things coole.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt</stage>
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