The Works of William Shakspere

Ful. Almost as well as I do know myself: To think upon her woes I do protest

That I have wept an hundred several times.

Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her.

SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke's
Palace.

Enter Thurio, Proteus, and Julia.

Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was;

Ful. I think she doth, and that's her cause of sor- And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

row.

Sil. Is she not passing fair?

Ful. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is:
When she did think my master lov'd her well,
She, in my judgment, was as fair as you;
But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
The air hath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
That now she is become as black as I.
Sil. How tall was she?

Ful. About my stature: for, at Pentecost,
When all our pageants of delight were play'd,
Our youth got me to play the woman's part,
And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown;
Which serv'd me as fit, by all men's judgment,
As if the garment had been made for me:
Therefore, I know she is about my height.
And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,
For I did play a lamentable part;
Madam, 't was Ariadne, passioning
For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight;
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!-
Alas, poor lady! desolate and left!-
I weep myself to think upon thy words.
Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her.
Farewell.
[Exit Silvia.
Ful. And she shall thank you for 't, if e'er you
know her.

A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful.
I hope my master's suit will be but cold,
Since she respects my mistress' love so much.
Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

Here is her picture: Let me see; I think,
If I had such a tire, this face of mine
Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
And yet the painter flatter'd her a little,
Unless I flatter with myself too much.
Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:
If that be all the difference in his love,
I'll get me such a colour'd periwig.
Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine:
Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine 's as high.
What should it be, that he respects in her,
But I can make respective in myself,
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 't is thy rival. O thou senseless form,
Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd;
And, were there sense in his idolatry,
My substance should be statue in thy stead.
I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake,
That used me so; or else, by Jove I vow,
I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes,
To make my master out of love with thee.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-The same.

An Abbey.

Enter Eglamour.

[Exit.

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky:
And now, it is about the very hour

That Silvia, at friar Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it be to come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition.

Enter Silvia,

See where she comes: Lady, a happy evening!
Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good Eglamour,
Out at the postern by the abbey-wall;

I fear I am attended by some spies.

Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off:
If we recover that, we are sure enough,

Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.

[rounder.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat
Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths.
Thu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
[black.
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
Ful. "T is true, such pearls as put out ladies' eyes;
For I had rather wink than look on them. [Aside.
Thu. How likes she my discourse?
Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

[peace?
Thu. But well, when I discourse of love and
Ful. But better, indeed, when you hold your
peace.
[Aside.

Thu. What says she to my valour?

Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.

Pro. Neither.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?
Duke. Why, then, she 's fled unto that peasant
And Eglamour is in her company. [Valentine;

'T is true; for friar Lawrence met them both,
As he in penance wander'd through the forest:
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she;
But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it:
Besides, she did intend confession

At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently; and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot

[Exit.

That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled.
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
Thu. Why this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her:
I'll after; more to be reveng'd on Eglamour,
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit.
Ful. And I will follow, more to cross that love,
Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit.
SCENE III.-Frontiers of Mantua. The Forest.

Enter Silvia, and Outlaws.

1 Out. Come, come;

Be patient, we must bring you to our captain.
Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one
Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, bring her away.

1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?

3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us,
But Moyses and Valerius follow him.

Go thou with her to the west end of the wood,
There is our captain: we 'll follow him that 's fled.
The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

r Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
(cave;
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest.
Enter Valentine.

Exeunt. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man!

This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale's complaining notes
Tune my distresses, and record my woes.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,
And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chase:
They love me well; yet I have much to do,
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine; who's this comes here?
[Steps aside.

Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia.

Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you,
(Though you respect not aught your servant doth,)
To hazard life, and rescue you from him
That would have forc'd your honour and your love.
Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look;
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg,
And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside.
Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!

Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came ;
But, by my coming, I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.
Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre-
[Aside.

sence.

Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
O, Heaven be judge, how I love Valentine,
Whose life 's as tender to me as my soul;
And full as much, (for more there cannot be,)
I do detest false perjur'd Proteus :
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look?

0, 't is the curse in love, and still approv'd,
When women cannot love, where they 're belov'd.
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he 's belov'd.
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,

For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.

Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two,
And that's far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith, which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
Pro.

Who respects friend?

Sil.

In love,

All men but Proteus.

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
1 woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;

And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you.
Sil. O heaven!
Pro.
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch;
Thou friend of an ill-fashion! Pro. Valentine!
Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or
For such is a friend now ;) treacherous man! [love;
Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say
I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me.
Who should be trusted when one's own right hand
Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,

I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But count the world a stranger for thy sake.

Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what's the matter? Look up; speak.

Ful. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to madam Silvia; which, out of my neglect, was never done.

Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Ful. Here 't is this is it.

[Gives a ring.

Pro. How let me see; why this is the ring I gave to Julia.

Ful. O, cry your mercy, sir, I have mistook; This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

[Shows another ring. Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart, I gave this unto Julia.

Ful. And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Pro. How! Julia !

Fal. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root?
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me
Such an immodest raiment; if shame live
In a disguise of love:

It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
[minds.
Women to change their shapes, than men their
Pro. Than men their minds!''t is true; O heaven!

were man

But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all
Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins:
[sins:
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
'T were pity two such friends should be long foes.
Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for
Ful. And I mine.

[ever.

[duke.

Enter Outlaws, with Duke and Thurio.
Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbear, forbear, I say; it is my lord the
Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,
Banished Valentine. Duke. Sir Valentine!
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia 's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy
Come not within the measure of my wrath: [death;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands,
Take but possession of her with a touch;-
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.-
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:

I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done,
And leave her on such slight conditions.-
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress' love.
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.-
Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit,
To which I thus subscribe,-Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.
Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me

The private wound is deepest: O time most ac-I
curs'd!

Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst.
Pro. My shame, and guilt, confounds me.--
Forgive ine, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I render it here; I do as truly suffer

As e'er I did commit. Val. Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest :-"

happy.

now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept withal, Are men endued with worthy qualities; Forgive them what they have committed here, And let them be recall'd from their exile: They are reformed, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

Duke. Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them, and thee;

Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Come, let us go; we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.
Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our discourse to make your grace to smile:.
What think you of this page, my lord?

Duke. Ithink the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.

Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than boy.
Duke. What mean you by that saying?
Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along,
That you will wonder what hath fortuned.-
Come, Proteus; 't is your penance, but to hear
The story of your loves discovered:
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.

[Exeunt.

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

Sir JOHN FALSTAFF.
FENTON.

SHALLOW, a country justice.
SLENDER, cousin to Shallow.

Mr. FORD, two gentlemen dwell-
Mr. PAGE, ing at Windsor.
WILLIAM PAGE, a boy, son to
Mr. Page.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Windsor. Garden front of Page's House. Enter Justice Shallow, Slender, and Sir Hugh Evans.

Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star-chamber matter of it: if he were twenty sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.

Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and coram.

Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum. Slen. Ay, and ratolorum, too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself armigero; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armi

gero.

Shal. Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three hundred years.

Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have don't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may they may give the dozen white luces in their

coat.

Shal. It is an old coat.

Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.

Slen. I may quarter, coz?

Shal. You may, by marrying.

Eva. It is marring, indeed, if he quarter it.
Shal. Not a whit.

Eva. Yes, py 'r-lady; if he has a quarter of your coat there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but that is all one: If sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevolence, to make atonements and compromises between you.

Shal. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot. Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot: the Council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments in that.

Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again the sword should end it.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it and there is also another device in my prain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with it: There is Anne Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity. Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Eva. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between master Abraham and mistress Anne Page. Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?

Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.

Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is goot gifts.

Shal. Well, let us see honest master Page: Is Falstaff there!

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar as I do despise one that is false; or as I despise one that is not true. The knight, sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door [knocks] for master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house here! Enter Page.

Page. Who's there?

Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and justice Shallow and here young master Slender; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings.

Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I thank you for my venison, master Shallow. Shal, Master Page, I am glad to see you; Much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed :-How doth good mistress Page -and I thank you always with my heart, la; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank you.

Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do.
Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender.
Sen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I
heard say he was out-run on Cotsall.
Page. It could not be judg'd, sir.

Sten. You'll not confess, you'll not confess.
Shal. That he will not ;-t is your fault, 't is your
fault:-T is a good dog.
Page. A cur, sir.

Shal, Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog: Can there be more said? he is good, and fair. Is sir John Falstaff here!

Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you.

Eva. It is spoke as a christians ought to speak.

Shal. He hath wrong'd me, master Page.
Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.
Shal. If it be confess'd it is not redress'd; is not
that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me; indeed
be hath ;-at a word he hath ;-believe me; Robert
Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.
Page. Here comes sir John.

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym, and
Pistol.

Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me
to the king?

Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my
deer, and broke open my lodge.

Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter.
Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd.

Enter Mistress Anne Page with wine; Mistress Ford and Mistress Page following. drink within. Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we 'll Sten. O heaven! this is mistress Anne Page. [Exit Anne Pagc. Page. How now, mistress Ford? Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met: by your leave, good inistress. [Kissing her. Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome: Come, men, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come, gentle[Exeunt all but Shal., Slender, and Evans. Slen. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here:Enter Simple.

Fal. I will answer it straight;-I have done all How now, Simple! Where have you been? I must this:-That is now answer'd.

Shal. The Council shall know this.

Fal. 'T were better for you if it were known in counsel; you 'll be laughed at.

Eva. Pauca verba, sir John, goot worts. Fal. Good worts! good cabbage.-Slender, I broke your head; What matter have you against me? Sien. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. [They carried me to the tavern and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.]

Bard. You Banbury cheese!

Sten. Ay, it is no matter.

Pist. How now, Mephostophilus?
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; slice! that's my
humour.

Slen. Where 's Simple, my man?-can you tell,

cousin?

Eva. Peace: I pray you! Now let us understand:
There is three umpires in this matter, as I under-
stand: that is-master Page, fidelicet, master Page;
and there is myself, fidelicet, myself; and the three
party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter.
Page. We three, to hear it and end it between
them.

Eva. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my
note-book; and we will afterwards 'ork upon the
cause, with as great discreetly as we can.
Fal. Pistol,

Pist. He hears with ears.

Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, He hears with ear? Why, it is affectations. Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse? Sien. Ay, by these gloves, did he, (or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else,) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves. Fal. Is this true, Pistol?

Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.

wait on myself, must I? You have not the Book of Riddles about you, have you?

Sim. Book of Riddles? why, did you not lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaelmas?

Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with you, coz: marry, this, coz; There is, as 't were, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off by sir Hugh here :-Do you understand me? be so, 1 shall do that that is reason. Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable; if it Shal. Nay, but understand me. Slen. So I do, sir.

Eva. Give ear to his motions, master Slender: I will description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it.

Slen. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says: I country, simple though I stand here. pray you, pardon me; he 's a justice of peace in his concerning your marriage. Eva. But that is not the question; the question is Shal. Ay, there s the point, sir. Eva. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to mistress Anne Page.

Slen. Why, if it be so I will marry her upon any reasonable demands.

Eva. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to know that of your mouth or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth:-Therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid?

Slen. I hope, sir,-I will do as it shall become one Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? that would do reason.

Eva. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her.

Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good dowry, marry her?

Slen. I will do a greater thing than that, upon your request, cousin, in any reason.

Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz;

Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!-Sir John and what I do is to pleasure you, coz: Can you love the

master mine,

I combat challenge of this latten bilbo : Word of denial in thy labras here: Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest ! Slen. By these gloves, then 't was he. Nym. Be advis'd, sir, and pass good humours; I will say, marry trap, with you, if you run the Authook's hunour on me: that is the very note of it. Sien. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it: for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John? Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences. Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is! Eard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd: and so conclusions passed the careers.

Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 't is no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, lut in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen;

your hear it.

maid?

Slen. I will marry her, sir, at your request; but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt; but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, that I am freely dissolved, and dissolutely. Eva. It is a fery discretion answer; save, the faul is in the 'ort dissolutely: the 'ort is, according to our meaning, resolutely;-his meaning is good. Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. Re-enter Anne Page.

Shal. Here comes fair mistress Anne:--Would I were young for your sake, mistress Anne! Anne. The dinner is on the table; my father de sires your worship's company.

Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Eva. Od's plessed will! I will not be absence at the grace. [Exeunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans. Anne. Will 't please your worship to come in, sir? Sten. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am

very well.

Anne. The dinner attends you, sir.

Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth. Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon my cousin, Shallow: [Exit Simple.] A justice of peace sometime may be beholden to his friend for! a man-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: But what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born.

Anne. I may not go in without your worship; they will not sit till you come.

Slen. I' faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did.

Anne. I pray you, sir, walk in.

Slen. I had rather walk here, I thank you; I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and, by my troth, I cannot abide the smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the

town?

of.

Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked
Slen. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon
quarrel at it, as any man in England:-You are
afraid if you see the bear loose, are you not?
Anne. Ay, indeed, sir.

[trade: an old cloak makes a new jerkin; a withered
servinginan a fresh tapster: Go; adieu.
Bard. It is a life that I have desired; I will thrive.
[Exit Bard.

Pist. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

Nym. He was gotten in drink: Is not the humour conceited? [His mind is not heroic, and there 's the humour of it.]

Fal. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder-box; his thefts were too open; his filching was like an unskilful singer,-he kept not time.

Nym. The good humour is to steal at a minute's rest. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a fico for the phrase. Fal. Well, sirs, I am almost out at heels. Pist. Why then let kibes ensue.

Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I
must shift.

Pist. Young ravens must have food.
Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town?
Pist. I ken the wight; he is of substance good.
Fal. My honest lads, I will tell you what I am
about.

Pist. Two yards, and more.

Slen. That's meat and drink to me now: I have Fal. No quips now, Pistol: Indeed I am in the seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken waist two yards about; but I am now about no him by the chain: but, I warrant you, the women waste; I am about thrift. Briefly, I do mean to have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainment in but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are her; she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer very ill favoured rough things. of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am sir John Falstaff's.

Re-enter Page.

Page. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we stay for you.

Slen. I'll eat nothing, I thank you, sir.

Page. By cock and pye, you shall not choose, sir : come, come.

Slen. Nay, pray you, lead the way.

Page. Come on, sir.

Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first.

Anne. Not I, sir; pray you, keep on.

Pist. He hath studied her will, and translated her will, out of honesty into English.

Nym. The anchor is deep: Will that humour pass? Fal. Now, the report goes she has all the rule of her husband's purse; he hath a legion of angels. Pist. As many devils entertain; and, 'To her boy,' say I.

Nym. The humour rises; it is good: humour me

Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will not the angels. do you that wrong.

Anne. I pray you, sir.

Slen. I'll rather be unmannerly than troublesome; you do yourself wrong, indeed, la.

SCENE II.-The same.

[Exeunt.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple. Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Caius' house, which is the way: and there dwells one mistress Quickly, which is in the manner of his nurse, or his dry nurse, or his cook, or his laundry, his washer, and his wringer. Sim. Well, sir.

Eva. Nay, it is petter yet:-give her this letter: for it is a 'oman that altogether 's acquaintance with mistress Anne Page: and the letter is, to desire and require her to solicit your master's desires to mistress Anne Page: I pray you, begone; I will make an end of my dinner; there 's pippins and cheese [Exeunt.

to come.

SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Falstaff, Host, Bardolph, Nym, Pistol, and
Robin.

Fal. Mine host of the Garter.-
Host. What says my bully-rook? Speak scholarly
and wisely.

Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of
my followers.

Host. Discard, bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot.

Fal. I sit at ten pounds a week.

Host. Thou 'rt an emperor, Cesar, Keisar, and
Pheezar. I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw,
he shall tap: said I well, bully Hector?
Fal. Do so, good mine host.
Host. I have spoke; let him follow: Let me see
thee troth and lime: I am at a word; follow.
[Exit Host.
Fal. Bardolph, follow him: à tapster is a good

Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her: and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too; examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads; sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. Pist. Then did the sun on dunghill shine. Nym. I thank thee for that humour. Fal. O, she did so course o'er my exteriors with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a burning glass! Here's another letter to her: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thou this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Pist. Shall I sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all ! Nym. I will run no base humour: here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. Fal. Hold, sirrah, [to Rob.] bear you these letters

tightly;

Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.-
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hail-stones, go;
Trudge, plod away i' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page.
[Exeunt Falstaff and Robin.
Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts! for gourd and
fullam holds,

And high and low beguile the rich and poor;
Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
Base Phrygian Turk!

Nym. I have operations, which be humours of re

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