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hola This is the third time; I hope good luck the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they say, there will at once display to the night. is divinity in odd numbers, either in nalivity, Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. chance, or death. --Away.

Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be Quick. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be what I can to get you a pair of horns.

mocked. Fal. Away, 1 say; time wears; hold up your Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. nead, and mince. (Exit Mrs. Quickly. Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and theis

lechery, Enter Ford.

Those that betray them do no treachery: How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the mat- to the oak.

Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on: To the oak,

(Exerunt. ter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnighi, at Herne's oak, and you SCENE IV.-Windsor Park. Enter Sir Hugh shall see wonders. Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as

Evans, and Fairies. you told me you had appointed ?

Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, your parts: be pold, ! pray you ; follow me into l'ke a poor old man: but I came from her, master the pit; and when I give the watch-ords, do as I Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, pid you: Come, come; trib, trib. (Ereunt. Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of Jalousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed SCENE - Another part of the Park. Enter phrensy. I will tell you.-He beat me grievously, Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on. in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's

Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist .n hasie, go along with me; I'll tell you all, mas-me!-Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy er Brook. Since I plucked' geese, played truant, Europa ; love set on thy horns. - powerlul love and whipped top, I knew not what it was to be that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange some other, a man a beast.--You were also, Jupiter, things of this knave Ford : on whom to-night I will a swan, for the love of Leda; 0, omnipotent be revenged, and will deliver his wife into your love! how near the god drew

to the complexion of hand.--Follow: Strange things in hand, master a goose ! - A fault done first in the form of a beast ; Brook! follow.

Exeunt.

- Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault

in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a SCENE II.-Windsor Park. Enter Page, Shal- foul fault. ---When gods have hot backs, what shall low, and Slender.

poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag;

and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : send me a Page. Come, come; we'll couch i’ the castle-cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss ditch, till we see the light of our fairies. ---Remem- my tallow! Who comes here ? my doe ? jer, son Slender, my daughter. Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. we have a nay-word, á how to know one another. Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer? I come to her in white, and cry, mum; she cries, my male deer ? budge!; and by that we know one another. Shal. That's good too: But what needs either rain potatoes, let it thunder to the tune of Green

Fal. My doe, with the black scut?-Let the sky your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher Sleeves, hail kissing comfits, and snow eringoes ; her well enough. It hath struck ten o'clock. Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will shelter me here.

let there come a tempest of provocation, I will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No

(Embracing her.

Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, man means evil but the devil, and we shall know sweetheart. him by his horns. Let's away; follow me. Fal. Divide me like a bribc-buck, each a haunch:

[Exeunt. I will keep my sides to myself

, my shoulders for the

fellowd of this walk, and my horns I bequcath your SCENE 111.-The Street in Windsor, Enter husbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak I like

Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Dr. Caius. Herne the hunter?-Why, now is Cupid a child of Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in spirit, welcome!

conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true

[Noise within. green: when you see your time, take her by the

Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ? hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch( Mrs.Ford. Heaven forgive our sins' t quickly: Go before into the park; we two must

Fal. What should this be? go) together.

Mrs. Ford,
Caius. I know yat I have to do; Adieu.
Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir.

[They run of (Exit Caius.)

Mrs. Page. { Away, away. My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire ; he

Fal. I think, the devil will not nave me damned or Falstaff, as he will chase at the doctor's marry would never else cross me thus. ing my daughter : but 'tis no matter ; better a litlle chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs. Quickly

Mrs. Foril. Where is Nan now, and her troop and Pistol ; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen, ai of fairies ? and the Welsh devil, Hugh?

tendeil by her brother and others, dressed like Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pıt hard fairies, with waxen lapers on their heads. dy Herne's ook, with obscured lights; which, at

Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, (1) Keep to the time. (2) Watch-word.

(3) Keeper of the foresha

You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, Lust is but . vloody fire,
You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

Kindled with unchasle desire,
Attend your office, and your quality."

Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire, Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.

As thoughts do blou then, higher and higher. Pist. Elves, líst your names; silence, you airy Pinch him, fairies, mutually; toys.

Pinch him for his villany; Crickel, tó Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him aboul Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths un- Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine, be oul

swept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :: Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.

During this song, the fairies pinch

Falstaff

. Doce

tor Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, in green; Slender another way, and takes off

shall die. I'll wink and couch: No man their works must eye.

fairy in white ; and Fenton comes, and steals (Lies doron upon his face. made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff

away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is Eva, Where's Pede?-Go you, and where you pulls off his buck's head, and rises.

find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, and M-. Fore. Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

They lay hold on him. But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have watch'd and shins.

you now; Quick. About, about;

Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn? Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:

Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ; Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives?

no higher; That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;

See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

Become the forest better than the town? The several chairs of order look you scour

Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now?-Master With juice of Lalm, and every precious flower :

Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,

are his horns, master Brook: And, master Brook, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!

he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,

basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:

which 'must be paid to master Brook; his horses The expressure that it bears, green let it be,

are arrested for it, master Brook. More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

could never meet. I will never take you for my In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white; (love again, but I will always count you my deer. Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made ar. Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock, extant. Our dance of custom, round about the oak

Fal, And these are not fairies ? I was three or Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

four times in the thought, they were not fairies : Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surin order set:

prise of my powers, drove the grossness of the fopAnd twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,

pery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth To guide our measure round about the tree. of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies, But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth.

See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy, when 'tis upon ill employment ! lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. thy birth.

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger end :

Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray If he bc chaste, the flame will back descend,

you. And turn him to no pain ; but if he start,

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

thou art able to woo her in good English. Pisl. A trial, come.

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried Era.

Come, will this wood take fire ? it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er. (They burn him with their tapers. too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize ? 'tis time

reaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goal Fal. Oh, oh, oh! Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! I were chorked with a piece of toasted cheese. Alvout him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:

Eva, Seese is not good to give putter; your And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. pelly is all putter. Era. It is right ; indeed he is full of lecheries and

Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at iniquity.

the taunt of one that makes fritters of English?

This is enough to be the decay of lust and late SONG.

walking, through the realm. Fie on sinful fantasy !

Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though Fie on Insi and lurry!

we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by !!) Fellowship. (2) Whortleberry.

(4) Horns which Falstaff had. 31 The letters

(5) A fool's cao or Welch materials.

ass.

the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un pe without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could san, by gar, a boy; it is not Aune Page: by går, have made you our delight?

am cozened, Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flas ? Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'ris a boy: be gar, IT: Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable raise all Windsor.

(Eril Caius. entrails.

Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? 'Anne ? Page. And as poor as Job ?

Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes mas Ford. And as wicked as his wife?

ter Fenton. Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, ard sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drink

Enter Fenton and Anne Page. ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?

How now master Fenton ? Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer pardon! the Welch flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went o'er me: use me as you will.

not with master Slender ? Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doc. to one master Brook, that you have cozened of lor, maid ? money, to whom you should have been a pander: Fent. You du amaze' her: Hear the truth of it. over and above that you have suffered, I think, to You would have married her most shamefully, repay that money will be a biting affliction. Where there was no proportion held in love. Nrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, amends :

Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. The offence is holy, that she hath committed: Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at And this deceit loses the name of craft, last.

or disobedience, or unduteous titie; Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a Since therein she doth evitate: and 'shun possct to-night at my house; where I will desire A thousand irreligious cursed hours, thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: Which forced marriage would have brought upon Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter. her.

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy:be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Cajus' wife. In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state ;

(Aside. Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fale.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special Enter Slender,

stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.

Puge. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page !

thce joy! Page. Son! how now ? how now, son ? have you What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. despatched ?

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Slen. Despatched—I'll make the best in Gloces

chas'd. tershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else. Eva. I will dance and eat plumbs at your wedPage. Or what, son ?

ding. Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress

Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it Master Fenton, had not been i' the church, I would have swinged Heaven give you many, many merry days! him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not Good husband, let us every one go home, think it had been Anne Page, would I might never And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire; stir, and 'tis a post-inaster's boy,

Sir John and all." Page. Upon my life then, you took the wrong. Ford.

Let it be so :-Sir John, Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been mar. For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford. ried to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, i

(Exeunt. would not have had him.

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments ?

Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd neem, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed; of this play there is a tradition preserved by Mr. and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.' Rowe, that it was written at the command of

Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see Queen Elizabeth, who was so delighted with the but marry poys ?

character of Falstaff, that she wished it to be difPage. 0, Tam vexed at heart: What shall I do? fused through more plays; but suspecting that it Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: i might pall by continued uniformity, directed the knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into poet to diversify his manner, by showing him in green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at love. No task is harder than that of writing to the the deanery, and there married.

ideas of another. Shakspeare knew what the queen,

if the story be true, seems not to have known, that Enter Caius.

by any real passion of tenderness, the selfish crafl,

the careless jollity, and the lazy lúxury of Falstafl, Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am must have suffered so much abatement, that little

of his former cast would have remained. Falstafi (1) Confound her bv your questions. (2) Avoid.Icould not love, but by ceasing to be Falstaff. He

could only counterfeit love, and his professions of forming ridiculous characters can confer praise could be prompted, not by the hope of pleasure, only on him who originally discovered it, for it rebut of monev. Thus the poet approached as near quires not much of either wit or judgment; its as he could to the work enjoined him; yet having success must be derived almost wholly from the perhaps in the former plays completed his own player, but its power in a skilful mouth, even he idea, seems not to have been able to give Falstaff that despises it, is unable to resist. all his former power of entertainment.

The conduct of this drama is deficient; the acThis comedy is remarkable for the variety and tion begins and ends often, before the conclusion, number of the personages, who exhibit more cha- and the different parts might change places withacters appropriated and discriminated, than per- out inconvenience; but its general power, that haps can be found in any other play.

power by which all works of genius shall finally Whether Shakspeare was the first that produced be tried, is such, that perhaps it never yet had upon the English stage the effect of language dis-reader or spertator who did not think it too soon torted and depraved by provincial or foreign pro- at the end. nunciation, I cannot certainly decide. This mode

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TWELFTH NIGHT; OR, WHAT YOU WILL.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Orsino, duke of Illyria.

Olivia, a rich countess. Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother lo Viola. Viola, in love with the duke. Antonio, a sea-caplain, friend io Sebastian. Maria, Olivia's woinan.

sea-captain, friend to Viola. Valentine,

{gentlemen, allending on the duke. Curio,

Lords, priests, sailors, officers, musicians, and aduer Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.

attendants.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
Fabian, servants to Olivia.

Scene, a city in Illyria, rid the sea-coast noorte Clown,

ACT 1.

Hath kill'd the flock of al. o ferlions else

That live in her! when lives, train, and heart, SCENE I.-An apartment in the Duke's palace. These sovereign thrones, are I. supplied, and $ Enler Duke, Curio, Lords ; musicians altending. (Her sweet perfections,) with one seli king!

À way before me to sweet beds of lowers;
Preke.

Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with hower If music be the food of love, play on,

(Ercun Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiling,

SCENE II.--The sea-coast. Enter l'ula, (ay The appetite may sicken, and so dic.

tain, and Sailors. That strain again ;-it had a dying fall : 0, it canie o'er my ear like the sweet south,

l'io. What country, friends, is this? That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Cap.

Illyrie, lau's Stealing, and giving odour: -Enough; no more; My brother he is in Elysium,

Vió. And what should I do in Illyria 1 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. U spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you That notwithstanding thy capacity

sailors ? Receiveth as the sea, noughi enters there,

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were Of what validity' and pitch soever,

saved. But falls into abatement and low price,

Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,

may he be. Chat it alone is high-fantastical. 3

Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?

chance, Duke.

What, Curio ? Assure yourself, afer our ship did split, Cur.

The hart. When you, and that poor number saved with you Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, 9, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

Most provident in peril, bind himself Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence ;

(Courage and hope both teaching him the frar Chat instant was I turn'd into a hart;

tice) And my desires, like sell and cruel hounds,

To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea ; E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, from her ?

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,

So long as I could see.
Enter Valentine.

Vio.

For saying so, there's gold :

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Whereto lhy.speech serves for authority, But from her handmaid do return this answer : The like of him. Know'st thou this country? The element itself, till seven years heat,

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and Shall not behold her face at ample view;

born, But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, Not three hours' travel from this very place. And water once a day her chamber round,

Vio. Who governs here? With eye-offending brine: all this, to season Cap.

A noble duke, in nature, A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, As in his name. And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

What is his name? Duke. U, she that hath a beart of that fine frame, Cap.

Orsino. To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

Vio. Orsino! I have heard any father name him : How will she love, when the rich golden shan He was a bachelor then. 11) Value. "2) Fantastical to the faciylıl.

(3) Healed.

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