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Her father means she shall be all in white;

SCENE III.- The Street in Windsor.
And in that habit, when Slender sees his time
To take her by the hand, and bid her go,

Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Dr. Caius.
She shall go with him : her mother bath intended,

Mrs. Page. Master Doctor, my daughter is in The better to denote her to the doctor,

green: when you see your time, take her by the (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,)

hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrob'd, With ribbands pendant, flaring 'bout her head;

it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe,

go together. To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token,

Caius. I know vat I have to do; Adieu. The maid hath given consent to go with him.

Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. (Erit Caius.

My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse Host. Which means she to deceive? father or

of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying mother?

.. my daughter : but 'tis no matter; better a little Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me:

chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. And here it rests,-that you'll procure the vicar

i Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one,

es fairies ? and the Welch devil, Hugh? And, in the lawful name of marrying,

Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard To give our hearts united ceremony.

by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the vicar:

the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.

will at once display to the night. Fent. So shall I ever more be bound to thee;

Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. Besides, I'll make a present recompense. [Exeunt.

Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked.

Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely

Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their

SCENE I.-A Room in the Garter Inn.

Those that betray them do no treachery.
Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly.

Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; To the oak, to the oak !

[E.reunt. Fal. Pr'ythee, no more prattling go. I'll hold: This is the third time; I hope, good luck

SCENE IV.-Windsor Park. lies in odd numbers. Away, go, they say, there is

Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies. divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.-Away.

Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember Quick. I'll provide you a chain : and I'll do what your parts: be pold, I pray you; follow me into the I can to get you a pair of horns.

pit; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I pid Fal. Away, I say ; time wears. hold up your you; Come, come; trib, trib.

(Exeunt. head, and mince.

(E.cit Mrs. Quickly.

SCENE V.-Another Part of the Park.
Enter Ford.

Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's heail on. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve : the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you minute draws on : Now, the hot-blooded gods assist in the Park about midnight. at Herne's oak. and me : - Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for the you shall see wonders.

Europa; love set on thy horns.- powerful love! Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you that, in some respects, makes a beast a man: in told me you had appointed ?

some other, a man a beast.-You were also, Jupiter, Fal. I went to her. master Brook, as you see a swan, for the love of Leda-0, omnipotent love! like a poor old oan: but I came from her, master how near the god drew to the complexion of a Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, goose ?-A fault done first in the form of a beast: Ford her husband. hath the finest mad devil of iea.l-O Jove, a beastly fault ! and then another fault lousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove: a frenzy. I will tell you. He beat me grievously, in foul fault.-When gods have hot backs, what shall the shape of a woman : for in the shape of man, poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag: master Brook. I fear not Goliath with a weaver's and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : Send me a beam : because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master my tallow? Who comes here? my doe ? Brook. Since I pluck'd geese, play'd truant, and

Enier Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. whipp'd top, I knew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange things

Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer ?

Ars of this knave Ford : on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. - Fal. My doe with the black scut?-Let the sky Follow: Strange things in hand, master Brook ! rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of Green follow,


Sleeres ; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes ;

let there come a tempest of provocation, I will SCENE II.--Windsor Park.

shelter me here.

[Embracing her. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

| Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me,

sweetheart. Page. Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle- Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.--Remem. I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the ber, son Slender, my daughter.

I fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and husbands. Am I a woodman ? ha ! Speak I like we have a nay.word, how to know one another. I Herne the hunter ?- Why, now is Cupid a child of come to her in white, and cry, mum : she cries bud conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true set: and by that we know one another

spirit, welcome!

Noise within. Shal. That's good too : but what needs either Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ? your mum, or her budget the white will decipher Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins! her well enough.--It hath struck ten o'clock.

Fal. What should this be? Page. The night is dark ; light and spirits will Mrs. Ford. 7 Agos away become it well. Heaven, prosper our sport! No!

(They run of man means evil but the devil, and we shall know Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, him by his horns. Let's away ; follow me.

lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire he Ereunt. would never else cross me thus.

During this song, the fuiries pinch Falstaff. Doctor Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr: Mrs. Quickly,

Caius comes one way, and steals anuy a fairy in und Pistol ; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen, at

green : Slender another way, and takes off a fairy tended by her brother and others, dressed like fairies,

in white; and Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs. with maxen ta pers on their heads.

Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, buck's head, and rises. You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford. Attend your office, and your quality. Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. [toys.

They lay hold on him. Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy Page. Nay, do not fly; I think, we have watch'd Cricket to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap :

you now: Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths un I Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? swept,

Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :

no higher :Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.

Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes shall die :

Become the forest better than the town? I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now? _Master

Lies down upon his face. Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here Rua. Where's Pede_Go you, and where you are his horns, master Brook: And, master Brook. find a maid,

he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buckThat, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money ; Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

which must be paid to master Brook; his horses Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

are arrested for it, master Brook. But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Mrs. Ford, Sir John, we have had ill luck; we Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and could never meet. I will never take you for my Quick. About, about;

fshins. love again, but I will always count you my deer. Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out: Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room; Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are That it may stand till the perpetual doom,

extant. In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

four times in the thought, they were not fairies : and The several chairs of order look you scour

yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprize With juice of balm, and every precious flower : of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all With loyal blazon, evermore be blest !

rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, And nightly, meadow.fairies, look, you sing, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring :

ill employment. The expressure that it bears, green let it be,

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;

desires, and fairies will not pinse you. And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white: Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, 2you. Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: Ford, I will never mistrust my wife again, till Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

thou art able to woo her in good English. Away; disperse : But, till 'tis one o'clock,

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried Our dance of custom, round about the oak

it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er. Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

reaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize ? 'Tis time I in order set:

were choked with a piece of toasted cheese. And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, I Eud. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly To guide our measure round about the tree. is all putter. But, stay: I smell a man of middle earth.

Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy ! the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

This is enough to be the decay of lust and latePist. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in walking through the realm. thy birth.

Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though Quick. With trial-fire touch me his fincer-end : we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, I head and shoulders, and have given ourselves withAnd turn him to no pain; but if he start,

out scruple to hell, th tever the devil could have It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

made you our delight? Pist. A trial, come.

Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax? Eva.

Come, will this wood take fire ? Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

[They burn him with their tapers. Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable Fal. Oh, oh, oh!

entrails? Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;

Page. And as poor as Job?
And, as you trip, still pinch hiin to your time. Ford. And as wicked as his wife ?

Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and iniquity

and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkSONG.

ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and Fye on sinful fantasy!

prabbles ? Fye on lust and luxury!

Fal. Well, I am your theme : you have the start Lust is but a bloody fire,

of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer Kindled with unchaste desire,

the Welch flannel: ignorance itself is a plummet l'ed in heart; whose flames aspire,

o'er me: use me as you will. As thoughts do blow them, higher anel highe. Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Pinch him, fuiries, mutually;

one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, Pinch him for his villainy:

to whom you should have been a pander: over and Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that Till candles, and star-light, and moon-shine be out. money will be a biting affliction.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green ? amends :

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy : be gar, l'l Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. raise all Windsor

(Erit Caius Föru. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Ford. This is strange : Who hath got the right

Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a Anne ? posset to-night at my house; where I will desire Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes masthee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee:ter Fenton. Tell her, master Slender hath married her daugh

Enter Fenton and Anne Page. ter.

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page be How now, master Fenton ? my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother


pardon ! Enter Slender.

Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went not

with master Slender ? Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!

Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doc. Page. Son ! how now ? how now, son ? have you

tor, maid ? despatched ?

Fent. You do amaze her : Hear the truth of it. Slen. Despatched !--I'll make the best in Gloces- | You would have married her most shamefully. tershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, else. Where there was no proportion held in love. Page. Of what, son?

The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it The offence is holy, that she hath committed : had not been i' the church, I would have swinged And this deceit loses the name of craft, him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not of disobedience, or unduteous title; think it had been Anne Page, would I might never since therein she doth evitate and shun stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy.

A thousand irreligious cursed hours,

[her. Pagr. Upon my life then you took the wrong. Which forced marriage would have brought upon

Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy: when I took a boy for a girl : If I had been mar- In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; ried to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. would not have had him.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath tell you, how you should know my daughter by her glanced. Karments ?

Page. Well, what remedy ? Fenton, heaven give Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum,

thee joy! and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. I Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but

chas'd. marry boys?

Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding. Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do? Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :- MasMrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew

ter Fenton, of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; Heaven give you many, many merry days ! and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the Good husband, let us every one go home, deanery, and there married.

And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;

Sir John and all.
Enter Caius.

Ford. Let it be so :-Sir John, Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; cozened; I ha' married un garcon, a boy ; un pai. For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. san, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I

[Breunt. am cozened.


Orsino, Duke of Illyria.

Fabian, 1 servants to Olivia.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola. Clown, ši se
Antonio, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea captain, friend to Viola.

Olivia, a rich Countess.
Valentine, gentlemen attending on the Duke.

Viola, in love with the Duke.

Maria, Olivia's woman.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and Malvolio, steward to Olivia.

other Attendants. SCENE,-A city in Illyria ; and the Sea-coast near it.

SCENE 1.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending.

Duke. If musick be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die..
That strain again; it had a dying fall :
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough; no more;

["Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
10 spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !

That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.

Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?

What, Curio?

The hart Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have :


0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

1 Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence; And though that nature with a beauteous wall That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,

I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
E'er since pursue me.-How now? what news With this thy fair and outward character.
from her?

I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Enter Valentine.

Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid

For such disguise as, haply, shall become
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, The form of my intent.I'll serve this duke;
But from her hand maid do return this answer : Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
The element itself, till seven years' heat,

It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
Shall not behold her face at ample view;

And speak to him in many sorts of musick, But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,

That will allow me very worth his service. And water once a day her chamber round

What else may hap, to time I will commit; With eye-offending brine : all this, to season Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, | Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be ; And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on.

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

SCENE III.- A Room in Olivia's House.
How will she love, when the rich, golden shaft,
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

Enter Sir Toby Belch, and Maria.
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an
(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king!

enemy to life. Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;

Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. earlier o'nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great

[Exeunt. exceptions to your ill hours. - SCENE II.-The Sea-coast.

Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within

the modest limits of order. Vio. What country, friends, is this?

Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer

Illyria, lady. than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?

in, and so be these boots too ; an they be not, let My brother he is in Elysium.

them hang themselves in their own straps. Perchance, he is not drown'd :—What think you,

| Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: sailors ?

I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish Cap. It is per chance, that you yourself were saved. knight, that you brought in one night here, to be Vio. O my poor brother and so, perchance, may her wooer. he be.

[chance, Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with

Mar. Ay, be. Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. When you, and that poor number saved with you,

Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a year. Most provident in peril, bind himself

Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I ducats: he's a very fool, and a prodigal. To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;

Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,

viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,

word for word without book, and hath all the good So long as I could see.

gifts of nature. For saying so, there's gold: 1° Mar. He hath, indeed, almost natural: for, Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the The like of him. Know'st thou this country ?

gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and Vio. Who governs here?

substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? A noble duke, in nature, Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly As in his name.

in your company. Vio What is his name?

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Сар.


drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him :throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a He was a bachelor then.

coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his And so is now,

brains turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, Or was so very late : for but a month

wench ? Castiliano-vulgo; for here comes Sir AnAgo I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh

drew Ague-face. In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, The less will prattle of) that he did seek

Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek. The love of fair Olivia.

Sir A. Sir Toby Belch ! how now, sir Toby Belch
What's she?

Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew ?
Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving Mar. And you too, sir.
In the protection of his son, her brother, (her Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost.
Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,

Sir And. What's that?
They say, she hath abjur'd the company

Sir To. My niece's chamber maid. And sight of men.

Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better Vio.

0, that I served that lady: acquaintance. And might not be delivered to the world,

Alar. My name is Mary, sir. Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost, What my estate is.

Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front That were hard to compass; her, board her, woo her, assail her. Because she will admit no kind of suit,

Sir And. By my troth, I wouid not undert ke her No, not the duke's.

in this company. Is that the meaning ef accost ?


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Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.

Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would see thee caper : ha! higher : ha, ha!-excellent! thou might'st never draw sword again.

[E.reunt. Sir did. An you part so, mistress, I would I

SCENE IV.-A Room in the Duke's Pulace. might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you have fools in hand ?

Enter Valentine, and Viola in man's attire. Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Val. If the duke continue these favours towards Sir And. Marry, but you shall have ; and here's!

vou, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced ; my hand.

he hath known you but three days, and already you Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring

are no stranger. your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink.

Vio. You either fear his humour, or my negli. Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your

gence, that you call in question the continuance of metaphor ?

his love: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours ? Mar. It's dry, sir.

Val. No, believe me.
Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass,
but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.
Mar. A dry jest, sir.

Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count.
Sir And. Are you full of them ?

Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho ? Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends :

Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here. marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

Duke. Stand you a while aloof.Cesario,

[Erit Maria. Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: To thee the book even of my secret soul : When did I see thee so put down?

Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her ; Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless you Be not der

ness you Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors, see canary put me down : Methinks sometimes I And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Till thou have audience. man has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I be- Vio.

Sure, my noble lord, lieve, that does harm to my wit.

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow Sir To. No question.

As it is spoke, she never will admit me. Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll

1 torswear it. 111 Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, ride home to-morrow, sir Toby.

Rather than make unprofited return. (then ? Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

Vio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord: What Sir And. What is pourquoy y do or not do? I Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith : that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting : It shall become thee well to act my woes : O, had I but followed the arts !

She will attend it better in thy youth, Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head | Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect. of hair.

Vio. I think not so, my lord. Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair ? Duke.

Dear lad, believe it ; Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest, it will not for they shall vet belie thy happy years, curl by nature.

That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe not ?

Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a distaff; And all i

distan; And all is semblative a woman's part. and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her I know. thy constellation is right apt legs, and spin it off.

(For this affair :-Some four, or five, attend hiin; Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, Sir Toby: Aliif you will for I myself am best. your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four when least in company Prosper well in this, to one she'll none of me: the count himself, here and thon sha

e of me: the count himself, nere And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, hard by, wooes her

To call his fortunes thine. Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match Vio

I'll do my best, above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit; II To woo your lady: vet. Aside.l a barful strife! have heard her swear it. Tut, there's lite in't, man. Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Ereurt.

Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in SCENE V.- A Room in Olivia's House. masques and revels sometimes altogether.

Enter Maria and Clown. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws, knight?

Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he Mar. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will or I will not open my lips, so wide as a bristle may not compare with an old man.

enter, in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, thee for thy absence. knight?

Clo. Let her hang me: he, that is well hanged sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.

in this world, needs to fear no colours. Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't.

Mar. Make that good. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, Clo. He shall see none to fear. simply as strong as any man in Illyria.

Mar. A good lenten answer: I can tell thee where Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? where that saying was born, of, I fear no colours. fore have these gifts a curtain before them ? are clo. Where, good mistress Mary? they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and say in your foolery. come home in a coranto? My very walk should be clo. Well, God give them wisdom, that have it ; a jig: I would not so much as make water, but in and those that are fools, let them use their talents.

sink-a-pace. What dost thou mean? is it a world | Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent absent : or, to be turned away ; is not that as good constitution of thy leg, it was forined under the star as a hanging to you? of a galliard.

Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad mar. Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent riage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about Mar. You are resolute then ? some revels.

Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not born points. under Taurus ?

Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart.

if both break, your gaskins fall.

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