find her, so am I affected. Till then farewell, sir: she must needs go in; Her father will be angry. Farewell, gentle mistress: farewell, Nan. This is my doing, now: 'Nay,' said I, 'will you cast away your child on a fool, and a physician? Look on Master Fenton:' this is my doing. I thank thee; and I pray thee, once to-night Give my sweet Nan this ring: there's for thy pains. Now heaven send thee good fortune! A kind heart he hath: a woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart. But yet I would my master had Mistress Anne; or I would Master Slender had her; or, in sooth, I would Master Fenton had her; I will do what I can for them all three; for so I have promised, and I'll be as good as my word; but speciously for Master Fenton. Well, I must of another errand to Sir John Falstaff from my two mistresses: what a beast am I to slack it! Bardolph, I say,-- Here, sir. Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in't. Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offal, and to be thrown in the Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new-year's gift. The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drowned a blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' the litter: and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and shallow,--a death that I abhor; for the water swells a man; and what a thing should I have been when I had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy. Here's Mistress Quickly, sir, to speak with you. Let me pour in some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold as if I had swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins. Call her in. Come in, woman! By your leave; I cry you mercy: give your worship good morrow. Take away these chalices. Go brew me a pottle of sack finely. With eggs, sir? Simple of itself; I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage. How now! Marry, sir, I come to your worship from Mistress Ford. Mistress Ford! I have had ford enough; I was thrown