t lie with his wife. M. _Brooke_ 150
Thou shalt know him for knaue and cuckold,
Come to me soone at night.

_Exit Falstaffe._

_Ford._ What a damned epicurian is this?
My wife hath sent for him, the plot is laid:
_Page_ is an Asse, a foole. A secure Asse, 155
Ile sooner trust an Irishman with my
Aquauita bottle, Sir _Hu_ our parson with my cheese,
A theefe to walke my ambling gelding, then my wife
With her selfe: then she plots, then she ruminates,
And what she thinkes in her hart she may effect, 160
Sheele breake her hart but she will effect it.
God be praised, God be praised for my iealousie:
Well Ile go preuent him, the time drawes on,
Better an houre too soone, then a minit too late,
Gods my life cuckold, cuckold. 165

_Exit Ford._

NOTES: SCENE VI

7: _mistrisse_] _mistresse_ Halliwell.
8: _ho-_] _honesty._
13: _A_] _I_ Halliwell.
37: _let me_] _I._
_stands vpon_] _that stands on._
52: _they could_] _could they._
58: _iealousie_] _iealous._
72: _bodie_] _booty._
75: _a the_] _ath the._
124: _And_] _If._

_Enter the Doctor and his man._ [SC. VII.]

_Doc._ _Iohn Rugbie_ goe looke met your eies ore de stall,
And spie and you can see de parson.

_Rug._ Sir I cannot tell whether he be there or no,
But I see a great many comming.

_Doc._ Bully moy, mon rapier _Iohn Rugabie_, begar de 5
Hearing be not so dead as I shall make him.

_Enter Shallow, Page, my Host, and Slender._

_Pa._ God saue you M. Doctor _Cayus_.

_Shal._ How do you M. Doctor?

_Ho._ God blesse thee my bully doctor, God blesse thee,

_Doct._ Vat be all you, Van to tree come for, a? 10

_Host._ Bully to see thee fight, to see thee foine, to see thee
trauerse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee passe the
punto. The stock, the reuerse, the distance: the montnce is a dead
my francoyes? Is a dead my Ethiopian? Ha, what ses my gallon? my
escuolapis? Is a dead bullies taile, is a dead? 15

_Doct._ Begar de preest be a coward Iack knaue,
He dare not shew his face.

_Host._ Thou art a castallian king vrinall.
_Hector_ of _Greece_ my boy.

_Sha._ He hath showne himselfe the wiser man, M. Doctor: 20
Sir _Hugh_ is a parson, and you a Phisition. You must
Goe with me, M. Doctor.

_Host._ Pardon bu