dsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no 110
remedy.

_Fal._ Why, I will.

_Quick._ Nay, but do so, then: and, look you, he may
come and go between you both; and, in any case, have a
nay-word, that you may know one another's mind, and 115
the boy never need to understand any thing; for 'tis not
good that children should know any wickedness: old folks,
you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

_Fal._ Fare thee well: commend me to them both:
there's my purse; I am yet thy debtor. Boy, go along 120
with this woman. [_Exeunt Mistress Quickly and Robin._]
This news distracts me!

_Pist._ This punk is one of Cupid's carriers:
Clap on more sails; pursue; up with your fights:
Give fire: she is my prize, or ocean whelm them all! [_Exit._ 125

_Fal._ Sayest thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; I'll make
more of thy old body than I have done. Will they yet
look after thee? Wilt thou, after the expense of so much
money, be now a gainer? Good body, I thank thee. Let
them say 'tis grossly done; so it be fairly done, no matter. 130

_Enter BARDOLPH._

_Bard._ Sir John, there's one Master Brook below would
fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath
sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

_Fal._ Brook is his name?

_Bard._ Ay, sir. 135

_Fal._ Call him in. [_Exit Bardolph._] Such Brooks are
welcome to me, that o'erflow such liquor. Ah, ha! Mistress
Ford and Mistress Page have I encompassed you? go to; via!

_Re-enter BARDOLPH, with FORD disguised._

_Ford._ Bless you, sir!

_Fal._ And you, sir! Would you speak with me? 140

_Ford._ I make bold to press with so little preparation
upon you.

_Fal._ You're welcome. What's your will?--Give us
leave, drawer. [_Exit Bardolph._

_Ford._ Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent much; 145
my name is Brook.

_Fal._ Good Master Brook, I desire more acquaintance
of you.

_Ford._ Good Sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge
you; for I must let you understand I think myself in better 150
plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something
emboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say,
if money go before, all ways do lie open.

_Fal._ Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on.

_Ford._ Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles 155
me: if you wi