to teach the child such words: he teaches him to hick and to hack, which they'll do fast enough of themselves, and to call 'horum:' fie upon you! 'Oman, art thou lunatics? hast thou no understandings for thy cases and the numbers of the genders? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as I would desires. Prithee, hold thy peace. Show me now, William, some declensions of your pronouns. Forsooth, I have forgot. It is qui, quae, quod: if you forget your 'quies,' your 'quaes,' and your 'quods,' you must be preeches. Go your ways, and play; go. He is a better scholar than I thought he was. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell, Mistress Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. Get you home, boy. Come, we stay too long. Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my sufferance. I see you are obsequious in your love, and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not only, Mistress Ford, in the simple office of love, but in all the accoutrement, complement and ceremony of it. But are you sure of your husband now? He's a-birding, sweet Sir John. What, ho, gossip Ford! what, ho! Step into the chamber, Sir John. How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself? Why, none but mine own people. Indeed! No, certainly. Speak louder. Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here. Why? Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again: he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets himself on the forehead, crying, 'Peer out, peer out!' that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but tameness, civility and patience, to this his distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here. Why, does he talk of him? Of none but him; and swears he was carried out, the last time he searched for him, in a basket; protests to my husband he is now here, and hath drawn him and the rest of their company from their sport, to make another experiment of his suspicion: but I am glad the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery. How near is he, Mistress Page? Hard by; at street end; he will be here anon. I am undone! The knight is here. Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead man