fairs:
Sir John affects thy wife. 100

_Ford._ Why, sir, my wife is not young.

_Pist._ He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor,
Both young and old, one with another, Ford;
He loves the gallimaufry: Ford, perpend.

_Ford._ Love my wife! 105

_Pist._ With liver burning hot. Prevent, or go thou,
Like Sir Actaeon he, with Ringwood at thy heels:
O, odious is the name!

_Ford._ What name, sir?

_Pist._ The horn, I say. Farewell. 110
Take heed; have open eye; for thieves do foot by night:
Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do sing.
Away, Sir Corporal Nym!--
Believe it, Page; he speaks sense. [_Exit._

_Ford._ [_Aside_] I will be patient; I will find out this. 115

_Nym._ [_To Page_] And this is true; I like not the humour
of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours:
I should have borne the humoured letter to her; but I
have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He
loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name 120
is Corporal Nym; I speak, and I avouch; 'tis true: my
name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu. I
love not the humour of bread and cheese [and there's the
humour of it]. Adieu. [_Exit._

_Page._ 'The humour of it,' quoth 'a! here's a fellow 125
frights English out of his wits.

_Ford._ I will seek out Falstaff.

_Page._ I never heard such a drawling, affecting rogue.

_Ford._ If I do find it:--well.

_Page._ I will not believe such a Cataian, though the 130
priest o' the town commended him for a true man.

_Ford._ 'Twas a good sensible fellow:--well.

_Page._ How now, Meg!

[_Mrs Page and Mrs Ford come forward._

_Mrs Page._ Whither go you, George? Hark you.

_Mrs Ford._ How now, sweet Frank! why art thou melancholy? 135

_Ford._ I melancholy! I am not melancholy. Get you
home, go.

_Mrs Ford._ Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy
head. Now, will you go, Mistress Page? 140

_Mrs Page._ Have with you. You'll come to dinner,
George? [_Aside to Mrs Ford_] Look who comes yonder:
she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

_Mrs Ford._ [_Aside to Mrs Page_] Trust me, I thought on
her: she'll fit it. 145

_Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY._

_Mrs Page._ You are come to see my daughter Anne?

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