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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 blow ihem, higher and higher.' Pist. Elves, líst your names; silence, you airy Pinch him, fairies, mutually; toys.

| Pinch him for his villany; Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou lear: Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about 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 :

During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. DocOur radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.

lor 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 a

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

fairy in while ; and Fenton comes, and steals

away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is (Lies down upon his face.

made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff Era. 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 Mrs. Ford.' Sleep she as sound as careless intancy;

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, clves, within and out:

| Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ;

no higher; That it may stand till the perpetual doom,

Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives ? In stale 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 Lilm, 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 buckAnd 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; wc And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

could never meet. I will never take you for my In cmerald 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 an Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : ass. Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

T Ford, Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are

extant. Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock, 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 : yoursclves and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surin order sct:

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

Thery into a received belict, 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 carth.

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

Del Eva. Sir John Falstafi, 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.

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

| Era. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray If he be 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. Pist. 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 lapers.

'Treaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat Fial. Oh, oh, oh! "

too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'tis time Quick.

, and tainted in desire

a in desire I were chorked with a piece of toasted checse. About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:

Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your And, as you trir, still pinch him to your time.

Ipclly is all putter. Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and

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

the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ? mnicuity. SONG.

This is enough to be the decay of lust and late

walking, through the realm. je on sinful fantasy!

Alrs. Page, Why, sir John, do you think, though Fie on liest and luxury !

we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by (1) Fellowship. (2) Whortleberry.

(4) Horns which Falstaff had. is) The Icliers.

(5) A fool's cap of Welch matcrials,

the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves cozened; I ha' married in garçon, a bos; un pacie without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could sin, by gar, a boy; it is no Anne Page : by gar, I have made you our delight?

jam cozeged. Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of fas? Vri. Page. Why, did you take her in green? Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

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

(Erit 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 masFord. And as wicked as his wife ?

ter Fenton. Eve. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and 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 startAnne. Pardon, good father! good my mother of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer pardon! the Welch fannel; 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 docto one master Brook, that you have cozened or tor, maid? money, to whom you should have been a pander: Fent. You du amazed 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. Mrs. 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 cralt, last,

or disobedience, or unduteous title ; Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a Since therein she doth evitates and shun posset 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 fate. Enter Slender.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.

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

thee joy! Page, Son! how now ? how now, son ? have you/What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. despatched ? Slen. Despatched-I'll make the best in Gloces

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are

chas'd. tershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, else. Era. I will dance and eat plumbs at your wed.

Page. Of what, son ?

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|

er 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-master'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 neum, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed or this play tncre 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 dila Page, 0, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do? fused through more plays; but suspecting that it

Mrs. Page. Good Georgc, 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 marricd.

ideas of another. Shakspeare knew what the queen,

is the story be true, seems not to have known, that Enler Caius.

by any real passion of tenderness, the selfish crall,

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

of his former cast would have remained. Falstaff (1) Confound her by 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 conser praise could be prompted, not by the hope of pleasure, only on him who originally discovered it, for it reLut of money. Thus the poet approa

money. Thus the poet approached as near quires not much of cither wit or judgment : its as he could to the work enjoined him; yet having success must be derived almost wholly from the perbaps in the former plays completed his own player, but its porver 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 inight change places withracters 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 spectator who did not think it too soon torted and depraved by provincial or foreign pro-at the end. nunciation, I cannot certainly decide. This model


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Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, SCENE 1.--An apartment in the Duke's palace. These sovereign throncs, are all supplied, and (illid, Enter Duke, Curio, Lords ; musicians allending. (ller sweet perfections,) with one self king!

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers :

Love-thoughts he rich, when canopied with bowers IF music be the food of love, play on,

(Exeunt Give me excess of it; that, surseiting,

SCENE II.-The sea-coast. Enter Viola, Cap The appetite may sicken, and so dic.

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

Pio. What country, friends, is this? That breathes upon a bank of violets,


Illyria, lady. Stealing, and giving odour.--Enough; ng more;

Vió. And what should I do in Illyria / 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.

My brother he is in Elysium. O 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, nought 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. That it alone is high-fantastical.2

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

chance, Duke.

What. Curio? Assure yoursell, after our ship did split, Cur.

"The hart. When you, and that poor number saved with you, Dailie Why so Ldo the noblest that I have: Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, 0, 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 tcaching him the prac. That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

tice) And my desires, like fell 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.


For saying so, there's gold:

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, But from her handmaid do returra this ansiver : The like of him. Know'st thou this country? The element itsell, till scven 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 scason


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. 0, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, Cap.

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

T vió. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: How will she love, when the rich golden shaft He was a bachelor then. (1) Value. (2) Fantastical to the height.

(3) IIcated.

And so is now

1 Mar. He hath, indeed,-almost natural: for, beOr was so very late ; for but a month

sides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the In murmur (as, you know, what great ones do, gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among The less will prattle of,) that he did seek

the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a The love of fair Olivia."

grave, Vio. What's she?

ľSir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nighther

ly in your company. In the protection of his son, her brother,

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my They say, she hath abjur'd the company

throat, and drink in Illyria : he's a coward and a And sight of men.

coystril," that will not drink to my niece, till his Vio.

O, that I served that lady; brains turn of the toe, like a parish-top. What, And might not be delivered to the world,

wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir AnTill I had made mine own occasion mellow, drew Ague-face. What my estate is. . Cap. That were hard to compass;

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Because she will admit no kind of suit,
No, not the duke's,

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby
Pio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain : Belch?
And though that nature with a beauteous wall

Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew ? Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

Mar. And you too, sir. With this thy fair and outward character.

Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost. I pray thee, and I'll pay thec bounteously,

Sir And. What's that? Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. For such disguise as, haply, shall become

Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke ;

acquaintance. Thou shalt present me as a eunuch to him,

Mar. My name is Mary, sir.

Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost,
It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
And speak to him in many sorts of music,

Sir To. You mistake, knight : accost, is, front That will allow me very worth his service.

her, board her, woo her, assail her. What else may hap, to tiine I will commit;

Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute l'll be: Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!! Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would Vio. I thank thee: lead me on. Exeunt. (thou might'st never draw sword again.

| Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I SCENE II.A room in Olivia's house. Enter might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you Sir Toby Belch and Maria.

think you have fools in hand ?

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's my hand. an enemy to life.

Mar. Now, sir, thought is free; I pray you, bring Mar. By troth, sir Toby, you must come in your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. earlier o' nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great Sir And. Wherefore, sweethcart? what's your exceptions to your ill hours.

metaphor ? Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Mar. It's dry, sir.

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, the modest limits of order.

but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? Sir To. Confine ? I'll confine myself no liner than Mar. A dry jest, sir. . I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in, l Sir And. Are you full of them ? and so be these boots too; an they be not, let them Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' cnds : hang themselves in their own straps.

marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. Mar. That quasting and drinking will undo you :

[Exit Maria. I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, when did I see thee so put down? to be her wooer.

Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless you Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-check ? see canary put me down: methinks, sometimes I Mar. Ay, he.

have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Sir To. He's as talla a man as any's in Illyria. man has : but I am a great cater of bees, and, 1 Mar. What's that to the purpose ?

I believe, that does harın to niy wit. Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats al Sir To. No question. year.

Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all thesc ride home to-morrow, sir Toby. ducats ; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir To, Pourquoy, my dear kright? Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o' the Sir sind. What is pourquoy? do or not do? I viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, word for word without book, and hath all the good that I have in fencing, dancing, and bcar-baiting; gills of nature.

To, had I but followed the arts ! (1) Approve. (2) Stout.

*13) Kcystril, a bastard hawk.


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