and Slender._

_Host._ Ile to my honest knight sir _Iohn Falstaffe_,
And drinke Canary with him.

_Exit host._

For. I may chance to make him drinke in pipe wine, 35
First come gentlemen.

_Exit omnes._

_Enter Mistresse Ford, with two of her men, and a great
buck busket._ [SC. X.]

_Mis. For._ Sirrha, if your M. aske you whither
You carry this basket, say to the Launderers,
I hope you know how to bestow it?

_Ser._ I warrant you misteris. _Exit seruant._

_Mis. For._ Go get you in. Well sir _Iohn_, 5
I beleeue I shall serue you such a trick,
You shall haue little mind to come againe.

_Enter Sir Iohn._

_Fal._ Haue I caught my heauenlie Iewel?
Why now let me die. _I_ haue liued long inough.
This is the happie houre _I_ haue desired to see, 10
Now shall I sin in my wish,
I would thy husband were dead.

_Mis. For._ Why how then sir _Iohn?_

_Fal._ By the Lord, Ide make thee my Ladie.

_Mis. For._ Alas sir _Iohn_, _I_ should be a verie simple Ladie. 15

_Fal._ Goe too, I see how thy eie doth emulate the Diamond.
And how the arched bent of thy brow
Would become the ship tire, the tire vellet,
Or anie Venetian attire, I see it.

_Mis. For._ A plaine kercher sir _Iohn_, would fit me better. 20

_Fal._ By the Lord thou art a traitor to saie so:
What made me loue thee? Let that perswade thee
Ther's somewhat extraordinarie in thee: Goe too _I_ loue thee:
Mistris _Ford_, _I_ cannot cog, _I_ cannot prate, like one
Of these fellowes that smels like Bucklers-berie, 25
In simple time, but _I_ loue thee,
And none but thee.

_Mis. For._ Sir _Iohn_, I am afraid you loue misteris _Page_.

_Fal._ I thou mightest as well saie
I loue to walke by the Counter gate, 30
Which is as hatefull to me
As the reake of a lime kill.

_Enter Mistresse Page._

_Mis. Pa._ Mistresse Ford, Mis. _Ford_, where are you?

_Mis. For._ O Lord step aside good sir _Iohn_.
_Falstaffe stands behind the aras._
How now Misteris _Page_, what's the matter? 35

_Mis. Pa._ Why your husband woman is comming,
With halfe _Windsor_ at his heeles,
To looke for a gentleman, that he ses
Is hid in his house: his wifes sweet hart.

_Mis. For._ Speak louder. But _I_ hope tis not true Misteris
_Page_.