. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . you are called. \Exeitnt Page. Here comes little Robin. Enter Ford. How now, my ej^as-musket?* what news with you?Robin. My master Sir John is come in at your back-door, mis-tress Ford, and requests your company. . Mrs. Page. Thourt agood boy; this secrecy ofthine shalt be a tailor tothee, and shall make theea new doublet and hose.—Ill go hide me. Mrs. Ford. Do so:—Go, tell thy master I am alone. [Exeunt Robin and Mrs. Page. Mrs. Ford. Go to, then; well use this unwholesome humidity, this
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . you are called. \Exeitnt Page. Here comes little Robin. Enter Ford. How now, my ej^as-musket?* what news with you?Robin. My master Sir John is come in at your back-door, mis-tress Ford, and requests your company. . Mrs. Page. Thourt agood boy; this secrecy ofthine shalt be a tailor tothee, and shall make theea new doublet and hose.—Ill go hide me. Mrs. Ford. Do so:—Go, tell thy master I am alone. [Exeunt Robin and Mrs. Page. Mrs. Ford. Go to, then; well use this unwholesome humidity, this gross watery pumpion;—well teach him to know turtles [doves] from jays. Enter Falstaff. Falstaff. Have I caughtthee, my heavenly jewel?Why, now let me die, for Ihave lived long enough;this is the period of myambition. O this blessedhour! Mrs. Ford. O sweet SirJohn. Fal. Mistress Ford, Icannot cog, I cannot prate, mistress Ford. Now shall I sin inmy wish: I would thy husband were dead. Ill speak it beforethe best lord, I would make thee my lady. * A young small BNGlwISH LITERATURIS. 387 Mrs. Ford. I your lady, Sir Jolin! alas, I should be a pitifullady. Fal. Let the court of France show me such another. I seehow thine eye would emulate the diamond. Thou hast the rightarched bent of the brow, that becomes the ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian fashion. Mrs. Ford. A plain kerchief, Sir John: my brows becomenothing else; nor that well neither. Fal. Thou art a tyrant to say so: thou wouldst make anabsolute courtier; and the firm fixture of thy foot would give anexcellent motion to thy gait, in a semicircled farthingale. I seewhat thou wert, if Fortune thy foe were not; Nature is thy friend:Come, thou canst not hide it. Mrs. Ford. Believe me, theres no such thing in me. Fal. What made me love thee ? let that persuade thee theressomething extraordinary in thee. Come, I cannot cog, and say,thou art this and that, like a many of these lisping hawthorn-buds
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