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3 Worthy the owner, as the owner it.
Th'expressure that it bears, green let it be,
Away, 5 Worthy the owner, AND the runer it.] And cannot be the true reading. The context will not allow it; and his court to Queen Elizabeth directs us to another,
As the owner it. for, sure he had more address than to content bimself with wishing a thing to be, which his complaisance must suppose actually was, namely, the worth of the owner, 6 In emrold-tuffs, forw'rs PURPLE, blue and white,
Like saphire, pearl, and rich embroidery.) These lines are most miserably corrupted. In the words, - Flowers purple, blue and white, the purple is left uncompared. To remedy this, the Editors, who seem to have been sensible of the imperfection of the comparison, read, and rich embroidery; that is, according to them, as the blue and white flowers are compared to faphire and pearl, the purple is compared to rich embroidery. Thus instead of mending one false step they have made two, by bringing sapbire, pearl and rich embroidery under one predicament. The lines were wrote thus by the Poet,
In emrold-tuffs, foru’rs PURFLED, blue and white,
Like saphire, pearl, in rich embroidery. i. e. let there be blue and white Aow'rs worked on the greensword, like saphire and pearl in rich embroidery. To purfle is to over-lay with tinsel, gold thread, &c. fo our ancestors called a certain lace of this kind of work a purfing-lace. 'Tis from the French, pourfiler. So Spencer,
he was yclad
2. 3. 26.
Away, disperse; but, 'till 'tis one o'clock,
Fal. Heav'ns defend me from that Welch fairy, left he transform me to a piece of cheese! Eva. Vild worm, thou wast o'er-look'd ev'n in thy
[They burn him with their tapers, and pinch him. Come, with this wood take fire.
Fal. Oh, oh, oh!
Quic. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire;
Eva. It is right, indeed, he is full of leacheries and iniquity.
Fed in beart, whose flames aspire,
As thoughts to blow them, higher and higher. The change of and into in, in the second verse, is necessary. For flow'ss worked, or purfled in the grass, were not like saphire and pearl simply, but saphire and pearl in embroidery. How the corrupt reading and was introduced into the text, we have fhewa above. a) i'rbblood, a fire, Oxford EditorVulg. a bloody fire.)
Pinch bim, fairies, mutually ;
Pinch bim for his villany :
'Till candles, and star-light, and moon-spine be out. During this song, they pinch bim. Doctor Caius comes
one way, and steals away a boy in green ; Slender
another way, and be takes away a boy in white; and - Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs. Anne Page. A
noise of hunting is made within. All the Fairies rus away. Falstaff pulls off his Buck’s bead, and rises.
S CE N E V. Enter Page, Ford, &c. They lay bold on bim. Page. Nay, do not fly; I think, We've watcht you
. now ; Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn? Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jeft no
higher. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windfor wives? See you these, husbands? do not these fair Yoaks Become the Forest better than the Town?
Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now? master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knąve, here are his homs, master Brook; and, master Brook, he hath enjoy'd nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of mony, which must be paid to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again, but I will always count you my deer.
Fal. I do begin to perceive, that I am made an ass.
Ford. Ay, and an ox too: both the proofs are extant.
Fal. And these are not fairies ? I was three or four times in the thought, they were not fairies; and yet the
quiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprize of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a receiv'd belief, in despight of the teeth of all rhime and reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may be made a jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill imployment!
Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you.
Ford. Well said, fairy Hugb.
Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, 'till thou art able to woo her in good English.
Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun and dry'd it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o’er-reaching as this ? am I ridden with a Welch goat too ? shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'tis time, I were choak'd with a piece of toasted cheese.
Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly is all putter. • Fal. Seese and putter? have I liv'd to stand in the taunt of one, that makes fritters of English ? this is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking, through the Realm.
Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight ?
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding a bag of flax ?
Ford. And one that is as Nanderous as Satan?
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sacks, and wines, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and fwearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?
Fal. Well, I am your theme ; you have the start of me; I am dejected ; 7 1 am not able to answer the Welch Aannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me; use me as you will.
Ford. Marry, Sir, we'll bring you to Windfor to one Mr. Brook, that you have cozen'd of mony, to whom you should have been a pander : over and above that you have suffer'd, I think, to repay that mony will be a biting affliction. Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let That go to make
amends: Forgive that Summ, and so we'll all be Friends. .
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at lait.
Page. Yet be cheerful, Knight ; thou shalt eat a poffet to night at my house, where I will defire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, Mr. Slender hath marry'd her daughter.
Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that ; if Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius's wife.
Page. Son, how now ? how now, lon, have you difpatch'd ?
Slen. Dispatch'd ? I'll make the best in GloucesterMire known on't ; would I were hang'd la, eise.
Page. Of what, fon?
7 I am not able to answer the Welch FLANNEL.] Shakespear possibly wrote Welch Flamen. As Sir Hugh was a choloric Priest, and apt to take fire, FLAMEN was a very proper name, it being given to that order of Latin priests from the flame coloured habit. By the same kind of humour che scullion, in The Comedy of Errors, is called the Kitchen-Vefal, it being her business to keep the fire in repair.