That's good too: but what needs either your 'mum'
or her 'budget?' the white will decipher her well
enough. It hath struck ten o'clock.

By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford; this
wrongs you.

Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed.

Marry, I thank you for it; I thank you for that good
comfort. She calls you, coz: I'll leave you.

He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure.

He will maintain you like a gentlewoman.

Mistress Anne, my cousin loves you.

She's coming; to her, coz. O boy, thou hadst a father!

Be not dismayed.

Break their talk, Mistress Quickly: my kinsman shall
speak for himself.

Well, fare you well: we shall have the freer wooing
at Master Page's.

We have lingered about a match between Anne Page and
my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.

I must excuse myself, Master Ford.

Well met, Master Ford.
&c.

Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.

So do you, good master doctor.

It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder:
here comes Doctor Caius.

Aside O sweet Anne Page!

I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so
wide of his own respect.

What, the sword and the word! do you study them
both, master parson?

How now, master Parson! Good morrow, good Sir Hugh.
Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student
from his book, and it is wonderful.

We will do it.

It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor
Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of
the peace: you have showed yourself a wise
physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise
and patient churchman. You must go with me, master doctor.

Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old and of
the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to
make one. Though we are justices and doctors and
churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master ...

He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of
souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should
fight, you go against the hair of your professions.
Is it not true, Master Page?

Save you, Master Doctor Caius!

Tut, sir, I could have told you more. In these times
you stand on distance, your passes, stoccadoes, and
I know not what: 'tis the heart, Master Page; 'tis
here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long
sword I would have made you four tall fellows skip ...

Have with you, mine host.

To PAGE Will you go with us to behold it? My
merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons;
and, I think, hath appointed them contrary places;
for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester.
Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh
the Welsh priest and Caius the French doctor.

I follow, mine host, I follow. Good even and
twenty, good Master Page! Master Page, will you go
with us? we have sport in hand.

I will wait on him, fair Mistress Anne.

Here comes fair Mistress Anne.
Re-enter ANNE PAGE
Would I were young for your sake, Mistress Anne!

Ay, I think my cousin meant well.

Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz: what I do
is to pleasure you, coz. Can you love the maid?

That you must. Will you, upon good dowry, marry her?

Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her?

Ay, there's the point, sir.

Nay, but understand me.

Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with
you, coz; marry, this, coz: there is, as 'twere, a
tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by Sir Hugh
here. Do you understand me?

The council shall know this.

Tut, a pin! this shall be answered.

Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and
broke open my lodge.

If it be confessed, it is not redress'd: is not that
so, Master Page? He hath wronged me; indeed he
hath, at a word, he hath, believe me: Robert
Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wronged.

He hath wronged me, Master Page.

Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: can there be
more said? he is good and fair. Is Sir John
Falstaff here?

That he will not. 'Tis your fault, 'tis your fault;
'tis a good dog.

Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.

Master Page, I am glad to see you: much good do it
your good heart! I wished your venison better; it
was ill killed. How doth good Mistress Page?--and I
thank you always with my heart, la! with my heart.

Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff there?