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drew to the complexion of a goose !-A fault | Sleep, she as sound as careless infancy ;
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour Mrs Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my With juice of balm, and every precious flower : deer? my male deer?
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Fal. My doe with the black scut?-Let the With loyal blazon, evermore be blest ! sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, Green Sleeves ; hail kissing-comfits, and snow Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : eringoes ; let there come a tempest of provoca- The expressure that it bears, green let it be, tion, I will shelter me here. [Embracing her. More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
Mrs Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write, sweetheart.
In emerald tufts, flowers, purple, blue, and Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a white; haunch: I will keep my sides to myself
, my Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my Buckled below fair knight-hood’s bending knee: horns I bequeath to your husbands. Am I a Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Woodman? ha! Speak I like Herne the hunter? | Away; disperse : But, till ’tis one o'clock, - Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he Our dance of custom, round about the oak makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, wel-Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. come!
[Noise within. Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves Mrs Page. Alas! what noise ?"
in order set: Mrs Ford. Heaven forgive our sins ! And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, Fal. What should this be?
To guide our measure round about the tree. Mrs Ford.
But, stay ; I smell a man of middle earth.
Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch Fal. I think the devil will not have me damn- fairy ! lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! ed, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even fire; he would never else cross me thus.
in thy birth.
Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger, Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs
end : Quickly, and Pistol; Anne Page, as the If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and And turn him to no pain ; but if he start, others, dressed like Fairies, with waren tapers It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. on their heads.
Pist. A trial, come
Eva. Come, will this wood take fire ? Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
[They burn him with their tapers. You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, Fal. Oh, oh, oh! You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,
Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in deAttend your office, and your quality.
sire ! Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. About him, fairies ; sing a scornful rhyme: Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you And as you trip, still pinch him to your time. airy toys.
Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries
Fye on sinful fantasy !
Fye on lust and luxury! shalt die:
Lust is but a bloody, fire, I'll wink and couch: No man their works must
Kindled with unchaste desire, [Lies down upon his face.
Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire, Evg. Where's Pede ? - Go you, and where you
As thoughts do blow them, higher and find a maid,
higher. That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Pinch him, fairies, mutually ; Raise up the organs of her fantasy,
Pinch him for his villainy ;
} Away, away. [They run of
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your about,
pelly is all putter. Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine Fal
. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand be out.
at the taunt of one that makes fritters of Eng
lish? This is enough to be the decay of lust and During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff late-walking, through the realm.
Doctor Caius comes one way, and steals away Mrs Page. Why, sir John, do you think, a fairy in green ; Slender another way, and though we would have thrust virtue out of our takes off a fairy in white; and Fenton comes, hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given and steals away Mrs Anne Page. A noise of ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the hunting is made within. All the fairies run devil could have made you our delight? away. Falstaf pulls off his buck's head, and
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of rises.
Mrs Page. A puffed man? Enter Page, FORD, Mrs Page, and Mrs FORD.
Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable They lay hold of him.
entrails? Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? watch'd you now:
Page. And as poor as Job ? Will none but Herne the hunter serve your Ford. And as wicked as his wife? turn?
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, Mrs Page. I pray you, come ; hold up the and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to jest no higher :
drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles, Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor and prabbles ? wives?
Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to Become the forest better than the town? answer the Welch flannel : ignorance itself is a
Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-Mas- plummet o'er me: use me as you will. ter Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windhere are his horns, master Brook : And, master sor, to one master Brook, that you have cozened Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but of money, to whom you should have been a panhis buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds der: over and above that you have suffered, I of money; which must be paid to master Brook: think, to repay that money will be a biting afhis horses are arrested for it, master Brook. fliction.
Mrs Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; Mrs Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make we could never meet. I will never take you for amends : my love again, but I will always count you my Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. deer.
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made at last.
Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are eat a posset to-night at my house ; where I will extant.
desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three at thee : Tell her, master Slender hath married or four times in the thought, they were not her daughter. fairies : and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the Mrs Page. Doctors doubt that : If Anne Page sudden surprise of my powers, drove the gross- be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' ness of the foppery into a received belief, in wife.
[ Aside. despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may
Enter SLENDER. be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill em Slen. Whoo, ho ! ho ! father Page ! ployment !
Page. Son ! how now ? how now, son ? have Éva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave you despatched ? your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. Slen. Despatched !-I'll make the best in GloFord. Well said, fairy Hugh.
cestershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I else. pray you.
Page. Of what, son ? Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress till thou art able to woo her in good English. Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If
Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and it had not been i' the church, I would have dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so swinged him, or he should have swinged me, gross o'er-reaching as this ? Am I ridden with If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would a Welch goat too ? Shall I have a coxcomb of I might never stir, and ’tis a post-master's boy. frize ? 'tis time I were choked with a piece of Pige. Upon my life then you took the wrong. toasted cheese.
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think
50, when I took a boy for a girl : If I had been Mrs Page. Why went you not with master married to him, for all he was in woman's appa doctor, maid ? rel, I would not have had him.
Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not of it. I tell you, how you should know my daughter You would have married her most shamefully, by ber garments ?
Where there was no proportion held in love. Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, The truth is, She and 1, long since contracted, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had ap- Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. pointed ; and yet it was not Anne, but a post- The offence is holy, that she hath committed : master's boy.
And this deceit loses the name of craft, Era. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see Of disobedience, or unduteous title ; but marry boys?
Since therein she doth evitate and shun Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I A thousand irreligious cursed hours, do?
Which forced marriage would have brought upon Mrs Page. Good George, be not angry: I her. knew of your purpose ; turned my daughter Ford. Stand not amazed; here is no remedy:into green; and, indeed, she is now with the In love, the heavens themselves do guide the doctor at the deanery, and there married.
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Enter Caius.
Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a speCaius. Vere is mistress Page ? By gar, I am
cial stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath cozened ; I ha' married un garçon, a boy ; un
Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven misan, by gar, a boy ; it is not Anne Page : by
give thee joy ! gar, I am cozened.
What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. Mrs Page. Why, did you take her in green?
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll
are chas’d. raise all Windsor.
Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the
wedding. right Anne ?
Mrs Page. Well, I will muse no further :Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes
Master Fenton, master Fenton.
Heaven give you many, many merry days ! Enter FENTON and Anne Page.
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ; How now, master Fenton ?
Sir John and all." Anne. Pardon, good father ! good my mother, Ford. Let it be so :—Sir John, pardon !
To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. not with master Slender ?
WHAT YOU WILL.
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
ORSINO, duke of Illyria.
servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich countess.
Maria, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
other Attendants. SCENE,-A city in Illyria ; and the sea-coast near it.
SCENE I.-An apartment in the Duke's palace. That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords ; Musicians Of what validity and pitch soever, attending
But falls into abatement and low price, Duke. If musick be the food of love, play on, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
That it alone is high-fantastical. The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ? That strain again ;—it had a dying fall :
Duke. What, Curio ? 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, Cur. The hart. That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Stealing, and giving odour.—Enough; no more; 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. Methought, she purged the air of pestilence; O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! | That instant was I turn'd into a hârt;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, Cap. A noble duke, in nature,
Vio. What is his name?
Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: Val. So please my lord, I might not be ad- He was a bachelor then. mitted,
Cap. And so is now, But from her handmaid do return this answer : Or was so very late: for but a month The element itself, till seven years heat, Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Shall not behold her face at ample view; In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek And water once a-day her chamber round The love of fair Olivia. With eye-offending brine: all this, to season Vio. What's she? A brother's dead love, which she would keep Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count, fresh,
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaAnd lasting, in her sad remembrance.
ving her Duke. 0, she that hath a heart of that fine In the protection of his son, her brother, frame,
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, They say, she hath abjured the company How will she love, when the rich golden shaft And sight of men. Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
Vio. O, that I served that lady: That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, And might not be delivered to the world These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, fill'a
What my estate is. (Her sweet perfections) with one self king ! Cap. That were hard to compass; Away before me to sweet beds of flowers ; Because she will admit no kind of suit, Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with No, not the duke's. bowers.
[Exeunt. Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;
And though that nature with a beauteous wall SCENE II.-The Sea-coast.
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
With this thy fair and outward character. l'io. What country, friends, is this?
I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Cap. Illyria, lady.
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
The form of my intent. i'll serve this duke; Perchance he is not drown'd :—What think you, Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him, sailors ?
It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing, Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were And speak to him in many sorts of musick, saved.
That will allow me very worth his service. Vio. O my poor brother ! and so, perchance, What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you Cap. Be you hiseunuch, and your mute l'll be: with chance,
When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on. [Exeunt. When you, and that poor number saved with you,
SCENE III.-A room in Olivia's house. Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself
Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria. (Courage and hope both teaching him the prac Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to tice)
take the death of her brother thus? I am sure, To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; care's an enemy to life. Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, in earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes So long as I could see.
great exceptions to your ill hours. Vio. For saying so, there's gold :
Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,
Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself withWhereto thy speech serves for authority,
in the modest limits of order. The like of him. Know'st thou this country? Sir To. Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and than I am : these clothes are good enough to born
drink in, and so be these boots too ; an' they be Not three hours travel from this very place. not, let them hang themselves in their own Vio. Who governs here?
may he be.