Page and Anne._
_Quick._ This is my doing now: 'Nay,' said I, 'will you
cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on 95
Master Fenton:' this is my doing.
_Fent._ I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night
Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains.
_Quick._ Now heaven send thee good fortune! [_Exit
Fenton._] A kind heart he hath: a woman would run 100
through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet
I would my master had Mistress Anne; or I would
Master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would Master
Fenton had her: I will do what I can for them all three;
for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; 105
but speciously for Master Fenton. Well, I must of another
errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses: what
a beast am I to slack it! [_Exit._
NOTES: III, 4
SCENE IV.] SCENE XII. Pope.
7: _Besides these, other_] Ff Q3. _Besides, these other_
S. Walker conj.
12: _my_] _the_ Capell (altered to _my_ in his own hand).
20: _opportunity_] _importunity_ Hanmer.
22: SCENE XIII. Pope.
28: _but that_] F1 Q3 F2. _but_ F3 F4.
40: _pen_] _henloft_ (Q1 Q2) Halliwell.
62: _my_] om. Q3.
_hath_] _have_ F4.
65: _ask_] om. Q3.
66: SCENE XIV. Pope.
67: _Fenton_] _Fenter_ F1.
75: _mind_] _wind_ F2.
80: _of_] _or_ Q3.
85, 86: Anne. _Alas_, ... _turnips!_] Anne. _Alas, ... earth._
Quick. _And ... turnips_ Warburton.
92: _angry_] _angry else_ S. Verges conj.
93: _gentle_] _my gentle_ Capell.
95: _and_] _or_ Hanmer.
SCENE V. _A room in the Garter Inn._
_Enter FALSTAFF and BARDOLPH._
_Fal._ Bardolph, I say,--
_Bard._ Here, sir.
_Fal._ Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. [_Exit
Bard._] Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow
of butcher's offal, and to be thrown in the Thames? Well, 5
if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en
out, and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new-year's
gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little
remorse as they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies,
fifteen i' the litter: and you may know by my size 10
that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom
were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned,
but that the shore was shelvy and shallow,--a death that
I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing
should I have been when I had be
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