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Jul. How many women would do inch n message? Alas, poor Proteus! thou hast entertain'd A fox, to be the shepherd of thy lambs: Alas, poor fool! why do 1 pity him That with his very heart despiteth me? Because he loves her, he despiseth me; Because 1 love him, I must pity him. This ring I gave him, when he parted from me, To bind him to remember my good will: And now am I (unhappy messenger) To plead for that, which 1 would not obtain; To carry that which I would have Tefus'd; To praise his faith, which I would have disprais'd. I am my master's true confirmed love; But cannot be true servant to my master, Unless I prove false traitor to myself. Vet I will woo for him; but yet so coldly, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. Enter Silvia, attended.

Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean To briny me w here to speak with madam Silvia.

ftil. What would you with her, If that I be she?

Jut. If you be she, I do entreat your patience To hear me speak the message I ain sent on.

Sil. From whom?

Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam.
SU. O !—he sends you for a picture?
Jul. Ay, madam.

Sil. Ursula, brinr mv picture there.

[Picture brought. fio, give your master this. tell him from me, One Julia, that his changing thoughts forget, Would better fit his chamber, than this shadow.

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.

Pardon me, madam; I have unadvis'd delivered you a paper that I should not: This is the letter to your ladyship.

Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again.

Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me.

Sit. There, hold. J will not look upon your master's lines: I know, they are stufTd with protestations, And full of new-found oaths; which he will break, As easily as I do tear his paper.

Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring.

SIL The more shame for him that he sends it For, I have heird him say a thousand times, [me; Vis Julia gave it him at his departure: Though his false finger hath profan'd the ring. Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong.

Jul. She thanks you.

Sil. What say'st thou?

Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much.

Sil. Dost thou know her?

Jut. Almost as well as I do know myself
To think upon her woes, 1 do protest,
That I have wept an hundred several times.

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

Jul. I think she doth, and that's her cause of,

Sil. Is she not passing fair? [sorrow.

Jul. She hath been fairer, m dam, 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?

Jul. 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 served 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, 'twas Ariadne, passioning i

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight j
Which I so lively acted with my tears,
That my poor mistress, moved therewithal,
Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead,
If 1 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 gi»e thee this
For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'&t

Farewell. [Ei-it Silvia.

Jul. And she shall thank you foi'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, hut her forehead's low, and mine's as hig What should it be, that he respects in her,

Hut I can make respective in myself.
If this fond love were not a blinded god?
Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
For 'tis 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 us'd 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. [Exit.


SCENE I.—The tame. An Abbey.

Enter Eglamour.

Et;l. The sun begins to gild the western sky .
And now, it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Patrick's ceil, 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 j
I fear, I am attended by some spies.

Bgl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off;
If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—The tame. An Apartment in the
Duke's Palace.
Enter Thurio, Proteus, and Julia.
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?
Pro. O, sir, I find heT milder than she was;
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Thu. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little. [rounder.
Thu. I'll wear a hoot, to make it somewhat
Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it I oaths.
TAu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one. [black.
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; mj face is
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes;

Jul. 'Tis true, such pearls as put out ladles' eyes; For I had rather wink than look on them. 'Atide. Thu. How likes she my discourse? Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

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Jut. Hut Itetter, indeed, when you hold your
peace. [AsitU.
Thn. What says she to my ralour?
Pro. O, sir, she makes no douht of that.
Jut. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.


Thn. What says she to my hirth?
Pro. That yon are well derir'd.
Jut. True; from a gentleman to a fool
Thn. Considers she my possessions?
Pro. O, ay; and pities them.
T.'.n. Wherefore?

Jui. That such an ass should owe them
Pro. That they are out hy lease.
Jul, Here comes the duke.

Eater Duke.
Duke. How now, sir Proteus? hownow, Thurio?
Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late?
Thn. Not I.
Pre. Nor I.

Duke. Saw you my daughter?

Pro. Neither.
Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them hoth,
As he in penance w and er'd through the forest: .
Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she;
But, heing mask'd, he was not sure of it:
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick's cell this eren; and there she was not:
These likelthoods 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
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled.
Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me. [Exit.

Thn. Why this it Is to he a peerish giri,
That flies her fortune when it follows her:
I1I after; more to he rereng'd on Eglamour,
Than for the lore of reckless Silrin. [Exit.

Pro. And I will follow, more for Silria's lore,
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Exit.

Jut. And I will follow, more to cross that lore, Than hate for Silria, that is gone for lore. [Exit.

SCENE III Frontiers of Mantun. The Forest.

Enter Silria, and Out.laws.
Out. Come, come;
He patient, we must hring you to our captain.

Sit. A thousand more mischances than this one
Hare learn'd me how to hrook this patiently.

2 Out. Come, hring her away.
I Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?

3 Out. Being nimhle.footed, he hath us,
But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him.
do thou with her to the west end of the wood,
There is our captain: we'll follow him that's fled.
The thicket is heset, he cannot 'scape.

I Out. Come, I must hring you to our captain's Fear not; he hears an honourahle mind, [care; And will not use a woman lawlessly.

Sit. O Valentine, this I endure for thee. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV Another Part of the Fonst.

Enter Valentine.

Vot. How use doth hreed a hahit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I hetter hrook 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 inhahit in my hreast,
Leare not the mansion so long tenantless;
Lest, growing ruinous, the huilding fall,
And leare no memory of what it was!
Ecpair me with thy presence, Silria;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy foriorn swain!

t well, when I discourse of lore and> What hallowing, and what stir, is this
ce f | These are my mates, that make their wills their law,

Hare some unhappy passenger in chase:
'! hey lore me well; yet I hare much to do,
To keep them from unciril outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine j who's this comes here?

[Steps aside.
Enter Proteus, Silria, and Julin.
Pro. Madam, this serrice I hare done for yon,
!Though you respect not aught your serrant doth,)
To haxard life, and rescue you from him
That wou'd hare fore'd your honour and your lore.
Youchsafe me, for my meed, hut one fair look;
A smaller hoon than this I cannot heg,
And less than this, I am sure, you cannot gire.

Vat. How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Lore, lend me patience to forhear a while. [Aside.
Sit. O miserahle, unhappy that I am:
Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
But, hy my ooming, I hare made you happy.
Sit. By thy approach thou mak'st me most un-

Jut. And me, when he approacheth to your pre-
sence. [Aside.
Sit. Had I heen seixed hy a hungry lion,
I would hare heen a hreakfast to the heast,
Bather than hare false Proteus rescue me.
O, hearen be judge, how I lore Valentine,
Whose life's as tender to me as my soul;
And full as much, lfor more there cannot he,)
I do detest false perjur'd Proteus:
Therefore be gone, solicit me no more.

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
Would I not undergo for one calm look? [ death,
O, 'tis the curse in lore, and still appror'd,
When women cannot lore, where they're helor'd.

Sit. When Proteus cannot lore where he's he.
Bead orer Julia's heart, thy first hest lore, [lor'd.
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to lore me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thouhad'st two.
And that's far worse than none; hetter hare none
Than plural faith, which Is too much hy one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!

Pro. In lore,

Who respects friend?
Sit. All men hut Proteus.

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moring words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;
And lore you 'gainst the nature of lore, force yon.
Sit. O hearen!

Pro. I'll force thee yield to my desire.

VaL Buffian, let go that rude unciril touch;
Thou friend of an ill fashion I
Pro. Valentine!

Vat. Thou common friend, that's without faith or
!For such is a friend now,) treacherous man! [lore;
Thou hast heguil'd my hopes ; nought hut mine eye
Could hare persuaded me: Now I dare not say,
I hareonefriend alire; thou would'st disprore me.
Who should he trusted now, when one's right hand
Is perjur'd to the hosom? Proteus,
I am sorry I must nerer trust thee more,
But count the worid a stranger for thy sake.
The prirate wound is deepest: O time, most curst I
'Mongst all foes, that a friend should he the worst

Pro. My shame and guilt confound me.—
Forgire me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence.
I tender it here; I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

Vat. Then I am paid;

And once again I do receire thee honest:—
Who hy repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of hearen, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd :—
Ana, that my lore may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silria, I gire thee.
Jut. O me, unhappy! [Faintt.

Pro. Look to the boy.

Vat. Why, boy! why, wag ! how no*? what Is Look up; speak. [the matter?

Jul. O good sir, my master charg'd me

To deliver a ring to madam Silvia;
Which out of my neglect, was never done-
Pro. Where is that ring, boy?
Jul. Here 'tis: this is it.

[Give* a ring.

Pro. How! let me see;
Why this Is the ring I gave to Julia.

Jul. 0, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook;
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

[SAonij another ring.

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

Jut. And Julia herself did give it me j And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Pro. How! Julia!

Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertaln'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 ashatn'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! 'tis true; 0 hea-
ven! were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Pills 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?

Vat. Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.

Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for

■Jul. And I have mine. [ever. Eater Out-laws, wiih Duke and Thurlo.

Out. A prize, a prize, a prize!

Vat. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd. Banished Valentine.

Duke. Sir Valentine!

Thu. Vender Is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.

Vat. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;

Come not within the measure of my wrath:
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, 1;
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 meant 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 umivall'd merit,
To which I thus subscribe,—sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman, and well derlv'd;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her.

Val. I thank your grace ; the gift hath made me happy.

I 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, what e'er it be.

Val. Thesebanish'd men, that I havekeptwithal. Are men endued with worthy qualities; Forgive them what they have committed here, Arid let them be recall'd from their exile: They are reform'd, civil, full of good, And fit for great employment, worthy lord.

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

Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts.
Come, let us go j we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity.

Vat. 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? [blushes.

Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he

Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than boy.

Duke. What mean you by that saying?

Vat. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along. That you will wonder, what hath fortuned.— Come, Proteus; 'tis 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.


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ShaL Ay, that we do ; and hare done any time these three hundred years.

Sim. All his successors, gone hefore him, hare done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may: they may gire the doxen white luces in their coat.

Shat. It is an old coat.

Ern. The doxen white louses do hecome an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar heast to man, and siguifies—lore.

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

Sien. I may quarter, cox?

Shat. You may, hy marrying.

Ern. It is marring, indeed, if he quarter it.

Shat. Not a whit.

Ern. Yes, pyr.lady; if he has a quarter of your! coat, there is hut three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: hut this Is all one: If sir John Falstaff hare committed disparagements unto you, I am of tlie church, and will he glad to do my henerolence, to make atonements and compromises hetween yon.

Shat. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot.

Ern. 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 rixaments in that.

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

Era. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: and there is also another derice in my pram, which, peradrenture, prings goot discretions with it: There is Anne Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty rirginity.

Wen. Mistress Anne Page? She has hrown hair, and speaks small like a woman.

Ern. It is that fery person for all the 'orId, just as you will desire; and seren hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silrer, is her grandsire, upon his death's.hed, lGot delirer to a joyful resurrections !) gire, when she is ahle to orertake serenteen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leare onr prihhles and prahhles, and desire a marriage hetween master Ahraham, and mistress Anne Page.

Shat. Did her grandsire leare her seren hundred pound?

Ern. At, and her father Is made her apetter penny. Shat. I know the young gentlewoman j she has good gifts.

Ern. Seren hundred pounds, and possihilities, is good gifts.

Shai. Well, let ui see honest master Page: Is Falstaff there?

Ern. 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 heseech you, he ruled hy 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?

Ern. Here is Got's pleasing, and your friend, and justice Shallow : and here young master Siender; that, peradrentures, 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 renison, master Shallow.

Shai. Master Page, I am glad to see you; Much good do it your good heart! I wished your renison hetter; it was ill killed:—How doth good mistress Page ?—and I lore you always with iny heart, la; with my heart.

Page. Sir, I thank yon.

'Shot. Sir, I thank you; hy yea and no, I do. Page. I am glad to see you, good master Siender. *Jen. How does. your fallow greyhound, sir? I card say, he was on Cotsale.

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Shat. That he will not;—'tis your fault, 'tis your fault:—'Tis a good dog. Page. A cur, sir.

Shat. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; Can there he 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 hetween yon. Era. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speah. Shat. He hath wrong'd me, master Page. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shat. It it he confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'd me; indeed, he hath ;—at a word he hath;—heliere me; Bohert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wrong'd. Page. Here comes sir John.

Enter Sir John Falstaff, Bardolph, Nym, and

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

Shat. Enight, you hare heaten my men, killed my deer, and hroke open my lodge. Fat. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter s Shat. Tut, a pin! this shall he answer'd. Fat. I will answer It straight;—I hare done all this:—That is now answer'd.

Shat. The Council shall know this. Fat. 'Twere hetter for you, if it were known in counsel; you'll helaugh'd at.

Era. Pauca rerha, sir John, goot worts.

Fat. Good worts! good cahhage Siender, I

hroke your head; What matter hare yon against me?

Sien. Marry, sir, I hare matter in my head against you ; and against your coney.catching rascals, Bar. dolph, Nym, and Pistot. They carried me to the tarern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket. Bard. You Banhury cheese! Sten. Ay, it is no matter. Put. How now, Mephostophllus? Sien. Ay, it is no matter.

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

Where's Simple, my man ?—can you tell


Peace: I pray you! Now let us understand. There is three umpires in this matter, as I understand: 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 hetween them.

Era. Ferry goot: I will make a prief of it in my note.hook; and we will afterwards 'ork upon the cause, with as great discreetly as we can. Fat. Pistol,— Pitt. He hears with ears.

Era. The teril with his tam ! what phrase is this, Be heart mth ear I Why, It is affectations. Fat. Pistol, did you pick master Siender's purses Sien. Ay, hy these glores, did he, !or I would I might nerer come in mine own great chamher again else,) of seren groats in mill.sixpences, and two Edward shorel.hoards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a.piecc of Yead Miller, hy these glores. Fat. Is this true, Pistol? Ern. No; it is false, if it is a pick.porse. Pitt. Ha, thou mountain.foreiguer !—Snr John and master mine, I comhat challenge of this latten hilho: Word of denial in thy lahras here { Word of denial: froth and scum, thou Host. Sien. By these glores, then 'twas he. Nt;m. Be adris'd. sir, and pass good humours: I will say, ma? ey trap, with you, if you run the nut. hook's humour on me: that is the rery note of it.

Sien. By this hat, then, he in the ml face had it: for though I cannot rememher what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. Fat. Whatasr you, Scariet and John? D

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!

Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the carelres.

Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; hut 'tis no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whibt I live again, but 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.

Fat. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it.

Eater Mistress Anne Page rvitk wine , Mistress
Ford and Mistreat Page following.

Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll drink within. [Exit Anne Page.

Stem, O heaven! this is mistress Anne Page.

Page. How now, mistress Ford?

Fat. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met: by your leave, good mistress.

[kissing her.

Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome:

Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come gentlemen, I hone we shall drink down alt unkindness.

[Exeunt all but Shot. Slender, am) Evan*.

Slen I had rather than forty shillings, ] had my book of Songs and Sonnets here :—

Enter Simple. How now. Simple! Where have you been? I must wait on myself, must I? You have not The Book of RidiUts about you, have you?

Sim. Book <if Riddles '. why, did not you lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhaliowmas last, a fortnight afoie Michaelmas?

Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with you, coz: marry, this, coz; There is, as 'twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar oH' by sir Hugh here;—Do you understand me?

Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable; if it be so, I shall do that that is reason.

Shal. Nay, but understand me.

Slen. So I do, sir,

Ei>a. 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 pray you, pardon ine; he's a justice of peace in his country, simple though I stand here.

Eva. Itut this is not the question; the question is concerning your marriage.

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 'ornan? I et us command to know that of your mouth, or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold, that the lips is parcel of ihe mouth {—Therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid?

Skat. Cousin, Abraham Slender, can you love her?

Sim. I hope, sir,—T will do, as it shall become one 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.

Stall Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz; what I do, is to pleasure you, coz: Can you love the 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 wilt 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. Shal. Ay, 1 think my cousin meant well. Slen. Ay, or else I would I might be hanged, la. Rt-enler 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 desires your worships' 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? Slen. No, 1 thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well. Anne. The dinner attends you, sir. Slen. I am not a-hungry, J 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. Pfaith, 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.

Anne. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.

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? Aunt: Ay, indeed, sir.

Slen. That's meat and drink to me now! I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken him by the chain : but, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shriek'd at it, that it pass'd:— but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill favoured rough things.

Re-enter Page.

Pa/ye. 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. Slen. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: I will not do you that wrong. Anne. I pray you, sir.

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

SCENE 11—The tame.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.

Eva. Go your ways, and ask of Doctor Cams' 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, ot his laundry, his washer, and his wringer. Simp. Well, sir.

Eva. Nay, it is petteryet: give her this letter ; for It is a 'oman that altogethei's acquaintance with mistress Anne Page * and the letter is, to de

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