the nouerbes:
Giue me thy hand terestiall, 60
So giue me thy hand celestiall:
So boyes of art I haue deceiued you both,
I haue directed you to wrong places,
Your hearts are mightie, you skins are whole,
_Bardolfe_ laie their swords to pawne. Follow me lads 65
Of peace, follow me. Ha, ra, la. Follow.

_Exit Host._

_Shal._ Afore God a mad host, come let vs goe.

_Doc._ _I_ begar haue you mocka may thus?
I will be euen met you my Iack Host.

_Sir Hugh._ Giue me your hand doctor _Cayus_, 70
We be all friends:
But for mine hosts foolish knauery, let me alone.

_Doc._ _I_ dat be veil begar _I_ be friends.

(_Exit omnes._

_Enter M. Foord._ [SC. IX.]

_For._ The time drawes on he shuld come to my house,
Well wife, you had best worke closely,
Or _I_ am like to goe beyond your cunning:
I now wil seeke my guesse that comes to dinner,
And in good time see where they all are come. 5

_Enter Shallow, Page, host, Slender, Doctor, and sir Hugh._

By my faith a knot well met: your welcome all.

_Pa._ I thanke you good M. _Ford_.

_For._ Welcome good M. _Page_,
I would your daughter were here.

_Pa._ I thank you sir, she is very well at home. 10

_Slen._ Father _Page_ _I_ hope I haue your consent
For Misteris _Anne?_

_Pa._ You haue sonne _Slender_, but my wife here,
Is altogether for maister Doctor.

_Doc._ Begar I tanck her hartily. 15

_Host._ But what say you to yong Maister _Fenton?_
He capers, he daunces, he writes verses, he smelles
All April and May: he wil cary it, he wil carit,
Tis in his betmes he wil carite.

_Pa._ My host not with my consent: the gentleman is 20
Wilde, he knowes too much: If he take her,
Let him take her simply: for my goods goes
With my liking, and my liking goes not that way.

_For._ Well, I pray go home with me to dinner:
Besides your cheare Ile shew you wonders: Ile 25
Shew you a monster. You shall go with me
M. _Page_, and so shall you sir _{H}ugh_, and you Maister Doctor.

_{S. H}u._ If there be one in the company, I shal make two:

_Doc._ And dere be ven to, I sail make de tird:

_{S}ir {H}u_, In your teeth for shame,

_Shal._ wel, wel, God be with you, we shall haue the fairer
Wooing at Maister _{P}ages:_

_Exit Shallow