and she's a great lubberly boy: If it had not been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy. Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I 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 cried mum, and she cried budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry poys? Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do? Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married. Enter CAIUS. Caius. Vere is mistress Page? by gar, I am cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am cozened. Mrs. Page. Why, did you not take her in green ? Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise all Windsor. [Exit CAIUS Ford. This is strange: who hath got the right Anne? Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes master Fenton. Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. How now, master Fenton ? Anne. Pardon, good father, good my mother, pardon! Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with master Slender? Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid? You would have married her most shamefully, A thousand irreligious cursed hours, Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. Ford. Stand not amazed: here is no remedy: In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state: Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. * Confound her by your questions. † Avoid. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embraced. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:-Master Fenton, Heaven give you many, many merry days! Good husband, let us every one go home, Ford. Let it be so:-Sir John, To master Brook you yet shall hold your word: [Exeunt. ORSINO, Duke of Illyria. FABIAN, SEBASTIAN, a Young Gentleman, CLOWN,} Servants to Olivia. Brother to Viola. ANTONIO, a Sea-captain, Friend to Sebastian. } A SEA-CAPTAIN, Friend to Viola. OLIVIA, a rich Countess. LORDS, PRIESTS, SAILORS, OFFI SCENE. A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it. ACT I. SCENE I-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians attending. * Value. Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord? Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought, she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn'd into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, F'er since pursue me.-How now? what news from her ? Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, SCENE II-The Sea-coast. 1 Enter VIOLA, CAPTAIN, and Sailors. Vio. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, lady. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother, he is in Elysium. [Exeunt. Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you, sailors ? Vio. O, my poor brother! and so, perchance, may he be. Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, *Fantastical to the height. + Heated. Vio. For saying so, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born Cap. A noble duke, in nature, As in name. Vio. What is his name? Cap. Orsino. Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then. Cap. And so is now, Or was so very late; for but a month Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh Vio. What's she? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count, Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, And sight of men. Vio. O, that I served that lady: And might not be deliver'd to the world, Cap. That were hard to compass; Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain I will believe thou hast a mind that suits Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: * Approve. [Exeunt. |