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Enter Falstaff.

should come to the ear of the court, how I have Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman been transformed, and how my transformatiou even now with me ; but she's gore.

hath been washed and cudgelled, they would Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise woman melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor of Brentford ?

fishermen's boots with me, I warrant they Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; what would whip me with their fine wits till I were would you with her?

as cresttallen as a dried pear. I never prospered Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent since I forswore myself at Primero. Well, if to her, seeing her go through the streets, to know, my wind were but long enough to say my praysir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of ers, I would repent.a chain, had the chain, or no.

Enter Mrs. Quickly.
Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.
Sim. And what says she, I pray, sir ?

Now ! whence come you?
Fal. Marry, she says, that very same man that

Quick. From the two parties forsooth. eguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened the other, and so they shall be both bestowed !

Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam im of it. Sim. I would I could have spoken with the have suffered more for their sakes, more than oman herself: I had other things to have spoken is able to bear.

the villanous inconstancy of man's disposition ith her too, from him. Fal. What are they? let us know.

Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I Host. Ay, come ; quick.

warrant, speciously one of them; mistress Ford, Sim. I may not conceal them, sir.

good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you Fal. Conceal them, or thou diest.

cannot see a white spot about her.

Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue ! Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about I was beaten myself into all the colours of the mistress Anne Page; to know if it were my rainbow, and I was like to be apprehended for master's fortune to have her, or no. Fal. 'Tis, 'tis his fortune.

the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable Sim. What, sir?

dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the actio: Fal. To have her,-or no: Go; say the wo-stable had set me i' the stocks, i' the common

of an old woman, deliver'd me, the knave conman told me so. Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir ?

stocks, for a witch.

Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your Fal. Ay, sir Tyke; who more bold? Sim. I thank your worship : I shall make my chamber; you shall hear how things go ; and I

Here is a letter will master glad with these tidings.

warrant, to your content.

(Erit Simple. Host: Thou art clerkly, thou are clerkly, Sir say somewhat.Good hearts, what ado here is Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one that not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed.

Fal. Come up into my chamber. hath taught me more wit' than ever I learned

[Ereunt. before in my life: and I paid nothing for it nei. SCENE VI. Another Room in the Garter Inn. ther, bui was paid for my learning,

Enter Fenton and Host.
Enter Bardolph.

Host. Master Fenton, talk not to fne: my Bard. Out , alas, sir! cozenage ! mere cozen- mind is heavy, I will give over all.

Fent. Yet hear me speak : Assist me in my Host. Where be mine horses ? speak well of purpose, them, varletto.

And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee Bard. Run away with the cozeners: for so A hundred pound in golu, more than your loss. soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me

Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I off, from behind one of them,' in a slough of will, at the least, keep your counsel. mire; and set spurs, and away, like three Ger

Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you man devils, three Dr. Faustuses.

With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page ; Host. Thy are gone but to meet the duke, Who mutually hath answer'd my affection villain : do not say they be fled ; Germans are (So far forth as herself might be her chooser,) honest men.

Even to my wish : I have a letter from her

of such contents as you will wonder at ; Enter Sir Hugh Evans.

The mirth whereof so larded with my matter, Eva. Where is mine host?

That neither, singly, can be manifested, Host. What is the matter, sir?

Without the show of both ;-wherein fat Falstaff Eva. Have a care of your entertainments : Hath a great scene : the image of the jest there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me,

[Showing the letter. there is three cousin germans that has cozened I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine all the hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you for good-To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and will, look you : you are wise and full of gibes one, and vlouting-stogs; and it is not convenient you Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen; should be cozened : Fare you well. [Erit. The purgose why is here : in which disguise,

While other jests are soniething rank on foot, Enter Doctor Caius.

Her father háth commanded her to slip Caius. Vere is mine Host de Jarterre? Away with Slender, and with him at Eton Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and Inmediately to marry : she hath consented : doubtful dilemma.

Now, sir, Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat : but it is tell-a Her mother, even strong against that match, me, dat you make grand preparations for a duke And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed de Jarmany : by my trot, dere is no duke, dat That he shall likewise shuffle her away, the court is know to come; I tell you for good While other sports are tasking of their minds, vill : adieu.

[Exit. And at the deanery, where a priest attends, Host. Hue and cry, villain, go :-assist me, Straight marry her : to this her inother's plot knight; I am undone :-fly, run, hue and cry, She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath villain ! I am undone !

Made promise to the doctor ;--Now thus it rests! Ereunt Host and Bardolph. Her father means she shall be all in white; Fal. I would all the world might be cozened ; And in that habit, when Slender sees his time or I have been cozen'd and beaten too. If it to take her by the hand, and bid her go,



She shall go with him :- her mother hath in SCENE III. The Street in Windsor.

tended, The better to denote her to the doctor,

Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Dr. Caius. (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,) Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in That, quaint in green she shall be loose enrob'd, green; when you see your time, take her by the With ribands pendant, faring 'bout her head; hand, away with her to the deanery, and des. And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe, patch it quickly: Go before into the park; we To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, two must go together, The maid hath given consent to go with him. Caius. I know vat I have to do ; Adieu. Host. Which means she to deceive? father or Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. (Erit Caius. ) mother?

My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me: of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's mar. And here it rests,--that you'll procure the vicar rying my daughter : but 'tis no matter; better To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one, a little chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. And, in the lawful name of inarrying,

Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop To give our hearts united ceremony.

of fairies ? and the Welsh devil, Hugh ? Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard vicar:

by Herne's oak with obscured lights; which at Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. th very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting,

Fent. So shall I ever more be bound to thee; they will at once display to the night.
Bosides, l'll make a present recompense. Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him.


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

be mocked. ACT Y.

Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. SCENE I. A Room in the Garter Inn. Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their

lechery, Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly. Those that betray them do no treachery. Fal. Pr'ythee, no more prattling ;-go. I'll Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; To the oak hold: This is the third time; I hope good luck to the oak !

(Exeunt' lies in odd numbers. Away, go ; they say there

SCENE IV. Windsor Park. is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.Away.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Fairies. Quick. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember what I cau to get you a pair of horns. Fal. Away, I say; time wears : hold up your ihe pit; and when I give the watch-'or d3, do as

your parts; be pold, I pray you; follow me into Dead and mince. (E.cit Mrs. Quickly. I pid you ; Come, come; trib, trib.

[Exeunt. Enter Ford.

SCENE V. Another part of the Park. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on. matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Herne's oak, Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the and you shall see wonders.

minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as assis: me ;- Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull you told me you had appointed ?

for thy Europa; love set on thy horns-o pow. Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, erfal love! that in some respects, makes a beast like a poor old man: but I came from her, mas a man; in some other, a man a beast.--You were ter Brook, like a poor old woman. That same also, Jupiter, a swan, for the love of Leda-0, kave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad omnipotent love ! how near the god drew to the devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that complexion of a goose ?-A fault done first in ever governed frenzy. I will tell you.--He beat the form of a beast ;--O Jove, a beastly fault! and me grievously in the shape of a woman; for in then another fault in the semblance of a fowl; the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Go-think on't, Jove: a foul fanlt.-When gods have liath with a wenver's beam ; because I know hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I also, life is a shuttle. I am in haste; go along am here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, with me; I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since the forest : send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or I placked geese, played truant, and whipped top, who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who I knew not what it was to be beaten, til lately. comes here ? my doe? Follow me: I'll tell you strange things of this

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. Inave Ford : on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your Mrs. Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my deer, hand. - Follow : Strange things in hand, master my male deer? Brook ! follow.

(Exeunt. Fal. My doe with the black scut ?-Let the sky SCENE IJ. Windsor Park.

rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune o.

Green Sleeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

eringoes; let there come a tempest of provoca. Page. Come, come ; we'll couch i' the castle-tion, I will shelter me here. [Embracing her. ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.--Re- Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me. member, son Slender, my daughter.

sweetheart. Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, Fal. Divide me like a bride-buck, each 'n and we have a nay word how to know one ano- haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my ther. I come to her in white, and cry, mum; shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my she cries, budget; and by that we know one ano-horns I bequeath your husbands. Am 1 a woodther.

man? ha! Speak I like Herne the hunter ? Shal. That's good too: But what needs either Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; ho your mum,or her budget; the white will decipher makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welher well enough.--It hath struck ten o'clock. come!

[Noise within. Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will Mrs. Page. Alas! What noise ? become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall Fal. What should this be? know him by his horns. Let's away ; follow Mre. Ford.

(Exeunt. Mrs. Page.

Away, away. (They run off

Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damn Fed in heart; whose frames aspire, ed, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on As thoughts do blow ihem, higher and higher. fire; he would never else cross me thus.

Pinch him, fairies, mutually;

Pinch him for his villany; Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs. Qnick

ly, and Pistol;, Anne Page, as the Fairy Punch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Queen, attended by her brother and others, Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be dressed like fairies, with waren tapers on

out. their heads.

During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Quick. Fairies, black, gray, green, and white, Doctor Caius comes one way, and steals away You moou-shine revellers, and shades of night, a fairy in green; Slender another way, and You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

takes of a fairy in white ; and Fenton comes, Attend your ottice, and your quality.-

and steals away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.

hunting is made within. All the fairies run Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and toys.

rises. Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and heart's Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford.

They lay hold on him. unswept, There pinch

maids as blue as bilberry : Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.

watch'd you now; Fal. They are fairies; he that speaks to them Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? shall die :

Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the I'll wink and couch : No man their works must jest bo higher :eye.

(Lies down upon his face. Now, good Sir Jolin, how like you Windsor Eva. Where's Pede ?—Go you, and where you see you these, husband ? do not these fair yoker

find a maid, That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Become the forest better than the town? Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now 2-MaaSleep she as sound as careless infancy;

ter Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldy knave; But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, here are his horns, master Brook: And, master Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but and shins.

his buck basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds Quick. About, about;

of money, which must be paid to master Brook ; Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out : his horses are arrested for it, master Brook. Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room : Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck, That it may stand till the perpetual doom,

we could never meet. I will never take you In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;

for my love again, but I will always count you Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

my deer The several chairs of order look you scour

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made With juice of balm, and every precions flower : an ass, Each lair instalment, coat, and several crest,

Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are With loyal blazon, evermore be blest !

extant. And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:

or four times in the thought, they were not taiThe expressure that it bears, green iet it be, ries; and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;

sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossAnd, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

ness of the foppery into a received belief, in In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white ; despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,

they were fairies See now, how wit may be Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee;

made a Jack-a-leni, when 'tis upon ill employ. Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

ment! Away; disperse : But, 'till 'tis one o'clock,

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave Our dance of custom, round about the oak your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I in order set:

pray you. And twenty glowworms sholl our lanterns be,

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, To guide our measure round about the tree. till thou art able to woo her in good English. But, stay ; I smell a man of middle earth.

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and Fal. Heaven defend me from that Welsh dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross fairy, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! o'er-reaching as this ? Am I ridden with a Welsh Píst. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'tis in thy birth.

time I were choked with a piece of toasted Quick. With trial fire touch me his finger-end; cheese. If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,

Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your And turn him to no pain; but if he start,

pelly is all putter. It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

Fal. Seese and putter ? Have I lived to stand Pist. A trial, come.

at the tannt of one that makes fritters of Eng. Eva. Come, will this wood take fire?

lish ? This is enough to be the decay of lust and 1 They burn him with their lapers. late walking through the realm. Fal. Oh, oh, oh!

Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! thongh we would have thrust virtue out of our About him fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:

hearts by the head and shoulders, and have And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.

given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries the devil could have made you our delight? and iniquity.

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

Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable
Fye on sinful fantasy!

entrails? Fye on lust and lusury!

Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan?
Lust is but a bloody fire,

Page. And as poor as Job ?
Kindled with unchaste desire,

Ford. And as wicked as his wife ?

Era. And given to fornications, and to ta- green ; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor
verns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and at the deanery, and there married.
to drinkings, and swearings and starings, prib-

Enter Caius.
bies and prabbles ?

Caius. Vere is mistress Page ? By gar, I am Fal. Well, I am your theme; you have the cozened : I ha' married un garcon, a boy; un start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to paisan, by gar, a boy: it is not Anne Page : by answer the Welsh fannel ; ignorance itself is a gar, I am cozened. plummet o'er me: use me as you will.

Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green ? Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy; be gar, I'll one master Brook, that you have cozened of mo- raise all Windsor.

(Exit Caius.
ney, to whom you should have been a pander: Ford. This is strange! Who hath got the right
over and above that you have suffered, I think, Anne ?
io repay that money will be a biting affliction. Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes
Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make master Fenton.

Enter Fenton and Anne Page.
Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. How now, master Fenton ?

Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven Anne. Pardon, good father I good my mother,
at last.

pardon ! Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou halt eat Page. Now, mistress ! how chance you went & posset to-night at my house ; where I will not with master Slender ? desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master at thee : Tell her, master Slender hath married doctor, maid ? ber daughter.

Fent. You do amaze her : Hear the truth of it Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page You would have married her most shamefully, be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' Where there was no proportion held in love. Wife.

[Aside. The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Enter Slender.

Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. Slen. Whoo! ho! ho ! father Page !

The offence is holy that she hath comınitted :
Page. Son! how now ? how now son ? have and this deceit loses the name of craft,
Fou despatched ?

Of disobedience, or upduteous title ;
S'en. Despatched !-I'll make the best in Since therein she doth evitate and shun
Gloucestershire know on't: 'would, I were A thousand irreligious cursed hours,
hanged, la, else.

Which forced marriage would have brought
Page. Or what, son ?

upon her. Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mis- Ford. Stand not amazed : here is no remedy: tress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. In love, the heavens themselves do guide the If it had not been the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would Fal.' I am glad, though you have ta'en a speI might never stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy. cial stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. glanced. Slen. What need you tell me that ?. I think Page. Well, what remedy ? Fenton, heaven So, when I took a boy for a girl : If I had been give thee joy! married to him, for all he was in woman's ap- What canıyot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. parel, I would not have had him.

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not are chas'd.

[ding. tell you, how you should know my daughter Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedby her garments ?

Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum ; Master Fenton, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had ap- Heaven give you many, many merry days! pointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a posl- Good husband, let us every one go home, master's boy.

And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ; Ecz. Jeshu ! Master Slender, cannot you see Sir John and all. but marry poys ?


Let it be so :-Sir John, Page. o, I am vexed at heart : What shall I do? To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry : ) For he to-night shall lie with mistress Ford. knew of your purpose : turned my daughter into



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SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, Brother to MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia. Viola.

Servants to Olivia. ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, friend to Sebas- Clown, tian.

OLIVIA, a rich Countess. A Sea Captain, Friend to Viola.

VIOLA, in love with the Duke. VALENTINE, Gentlemen attending on the MARIA, Olivia's Woman. CURIO,


Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, BIR TOBY BELCB, Uncle of Olivia.

and other Aitendants. Scene-A City in Illyria ; and the Sea Coast near it.


The appetite may sicken, and so die. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. That strain again ;-it had a dying fall : Ent. Duke, Curio, Lords ; Musicians attending. That breathes upon a bank of violets,

0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, Drike. If musick be the food of love, play on, Stealing, and giving odour.

-Enough; no more, Give me excess of it, that surfeiting, 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.


O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! He was a bachelor then.
That notwithstanding thy capacity


And so is now,
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Or was so very late: for but a month
Of what validity and pitch soever,

Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh
But falls into abatement and low price, In murmur, (as you know, what great ones dog
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, The less will prattle of,) that he did seek
That it alone is high-fantastical.

The love of fair Olivia.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?


What's she? Duke.

What Curio? Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count

The hart. That died some twelvemonth since; then leav-
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have : ing her
0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, In the protection of his son, her brother,
Methought, she purged the air of pestilence;

Who shortly also died; for whose dear love
That instant was I turn'd into a hart; They say she hath abjur'd the company
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, And sight of men.
E'er since pursue me.-How now ? what news Vio.

0, that I serv'd that lady:
from her?

And might not be delivered to the world,

Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
Enter Valentine.

What my estate is.
Val. So please my lord, I might not be ad-


That were hard to compass; mitted,

Because she will admit no kind of suit,
But from her handmaid do return this answer: No, not the duke's.
The element itself, till seven years heat,

Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;
Shall not behold her face at ample view; And though that nature with a beauteous wall
But, Nke a cloistress, she will veiled walk, Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
And water once a day her chamber round I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With eye-offending brine : all this, to season With this thy fair and outward character.
A brother's dead love, which she would keep I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

For such disguise as, haply, shall become Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine The form of my intent: "I'll serve this duke; frame,

Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother, It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft And speak to him in inany sorts of musick,
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

That will allow me very worth his service.
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, What else may hap, to time I will commit;
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute l'll be: (Her sweet perfections) with one self king! When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Away before me to sweet beds of flowers;

Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on. (Exeunt. Love-thoughts lie rich, 'when canopied with bowers.


SCENE III. A Room in Olivia's House.

Enter Sir Toby Belch and Maria.
SCENE II. The Sea Coast.

Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors. take the death of, her brother thus? I am sure, Vio. What country, friends, is this?

care's an enemy to life. Сар.

Illyria, lady. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? in earlier o'nights ; your cousin, my lady, takes My brother he is in Elysium.

great exceptions to your ill hours, Perchance he is not drown'd :- What think Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted.

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Cap.' It is perchance that you yourself were the modest limits of order. saved.

Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, than I am: these clothes are good enough to may he be.

drink in, and so be these boots too, an they be Cap. True, madam : and to comfort you not, let them hang themselves in their own straps. with chance,

Mar. That quatting and drinking will undo Assure yourself, after our ship did split, you: I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and When you, and that poor number saved with of a foolish knight, that you brought in one you,

night here, to be her wooer. Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Sir To. Who, Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Most provident in peril, bind himself

Mar. Ay, he. (Courage and hope both teaching him the prac

Sir Tolle's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. tice)

Mar. What's that to the purpose ? To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea. Sir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, a year. I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these So long as I could see.

ducats; he's a very fool and a prodigal. Vio

For saying so, there's gold: Sir To. Fie, that you'll say so! he plays o'the Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four lanWhereto thy speech serves for authority, guages word for word without book, and hath The like of him. Know'st thou this country? all the good gifts of nature. Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and Mar. He hath, indeed, -almost natural: for, born

besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; Not three hours' travel from this very place. and, but that he hath the gift of a coward to al Vio. Who governs here?

lay the gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought Сар. .

A noble duke, in nature, among the prudent, he would quickly have the As in his name.

gift of a grave. Vio. What is his name?

Sir To. By this hand they are scoundrels, and Cap.

Orsino. substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk Aun:

nightly in your company.

you, sailors ?

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