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FORD.Bless you, sir! FALSTAFF.Now, Master Brook, you come to know what hath pass'd between me and Ford's wife? FORD.That, indeed, Sir John, is my business.FALSTAFF.Master Brook, I will not lie to you; I was at her house the hour she appointed me.FORD.And sped you, sir? FALSTAFF.Very ill-favouredly, Master Brook.FORD.How so, sir; did she change her determination? FALSTAFF.No.Master Brook; but the peaking cornuto her husband, Master Brook, dwelling in a continual 'larum of jealousy, comes me in the instant of our, encounter, after we had embrac'd, kiss'd, protested, and, as it were, spoke the prologue of our comedy; and at his heels a rabble of his companions, thither provoked and instigated by his distemper, and, forsooth, to search his house for his wife's love.FORD.What, while you were there? FALSTAFF.While I was there.FORD.And did he search for you, and could not find you? FALSTAFF.You shall hear.As good luck would have it, comes in one Mistress Page, gives intelligence of Ford's approach; and, in her invention and Ford's wife's distraction, they convey'd me into a buck-basket.FORD.A buck- basket! FALSTAFF.By the Lord, a buck-basket! Ramm'd me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins, that, Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril.FORD.And how long lay you there? FALSTAFF.Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have suffer'd to bring this woman to evil for your good.Being thus cramm'd in the basket, a couple of Ford's knaves, his hinds, were call'd forth by their mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet Lane; they took me on their shoulders; met the jealous knave their master in the door; who ask'd them once or twice what they had in their basket.I quak'd for fear lest the lunatic knavewould have search'd it; but Fate, ordaining he should be a cuckold, held his hand.Well, on went he for a search, and away went I for foul clothes.But mark the sequel, Master Brook-I suffered the pangs of three several deaths: first, an intolerable fright to be detected with a jealous rotten bell- wether; next, to be compass'd like a good bilbo in the circumference of a peck, hilt to point, heel to head; and then, to be stopp'd in, like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes that fretted in their own grease.Think of that -a man of my kidney.Think of that-that am as subject to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution and thaw.It was a miracle to scape suffocation.And in the height of this bath, when I was more than half- stew'd in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be thrown into the Thames, and cool'd, glowing hot, in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of that -hissing hot.Think of that, Master Brook.FORD.In good sadness, sir, I am sorry that for my sake you have suffer'd all this.My suit, then, is desperate; you'll undertake her no more.FALSTAFF.Master Brook, I will be thrown into Etna, as I have been into Thames, ere I will leave her thus.Her husband is this morning gone a-birding; I have received from her another embassy of meeting; 'twixt eight and nine is the hour, Master Brook.FORD.'Tis past eight already, sir.FALSTAFF.Is it? I Will then address me to my appointment.Come to me at your convenient leisure, and you shall know how I speed; and the conclusion shall be crowned with your enjoying her.Adieu.You shall have her, Master Brook; Master Brook, you shall cuckold Ford.Exit FORD.Hum! ha! Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep? Master Ford, awake; awake, Master Ford.There's a hole made in your best coat, Master Ford.This 'tis to be married; this 'tis to have linen and buck-baskets! Well, I will proclaim myself what I am; I will now take the lecher; he is at my house.He cannot scape me; 'tis impossible he should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny purse nor into a pepper box.But, lest the devil that guides him should aid him, I will search impossible places.Though what I am I cannot avoid, yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame.If I have horns to make one mad, let the proverb go with me-I'll be horn mad.Exit<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKSOF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC., AND IS PROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITY WITH PERMISSION.ELECTRONIC AND MACHINE READABLE COPIES MAY BE DISTRIBUTED SO LONG AS SUCH COPIES (1) ARE FOR YOUR OR OTHERS PERSONAL USE ONLY, AND (2) ARE NOT DISTRIBUTED OR USED COMMERCIALLY.PROHIBITED COMMERCIAL DISTRIBUTION INCLUDES BY ANY SERVICE THAT CHARGES FOR DOWNLOAD TIME OR FOR MEMBERSHIP.>>