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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 desAnd 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 ineans she lo 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. the 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.
Besides, I'll make a present recoinpense, Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him.


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

be mocked. ACT V.

Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. SCENE I. A Room in the Garter Inn.

Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their 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!

[Ereunt! lies in odd numbers. Away, go ; they say there

SCENE IV. Windsor Park. is divinity in odd nambers, 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 can to get you a pair of horns. Fal. Away, I say ; time wears hold up. Your the pit; and when I give the watch-'or da, do as

your parts ; be pold, 1 pray you ; follow me into head and mince. (Exit 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. inatter wil 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 goda Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as assist me ;-Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull you told me you had appointed ?

for thy Europa; love set on thy horns- powFal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, erful 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, knave, 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 weaver'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 i' the forest : send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or 1 plncked geese, played truant,and whipped top, who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who I knew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. comes here ? my doe ? Follow me: I'll tell you strange things of this kvave Ford : on whom to-night I will be re

Enter Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page. venged, 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 II. 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 wood. ther.

man? hal Speak I like Herne the hunter ? Shal. That's good too : But what needs either Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience ; he your mum,or her budget; the white will decipher makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, wel her 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? becoine 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 Mrs. Ford.

[Eteunt. I. Mrs. Page.

Away, away. pe.

( They run off Fal. I think, the devil will not liave inc damn- Feu in heart; whose fames aspire, ed, lest the oil that is in me should sei bell on As ihoughts do blow iher, higher and higher. fire; he would never else cross me thus.

l'inst hiin, fairies, mutually; Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs.Quick

Pinch hin for his villany ; ly, und Pistol;, Anne Page, as the Fairy Puch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Queen, altended by her brother and others, T'iu candles, and starlight, and moonshine be

Out. dressed like fairies, with waren tapers on their heads.

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

takes of a fairy in white; and Fentou comes, Attend your office, and your quality.

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

hunting is maile within. All the suiries run Pist. Elves, li your names; silence, you airy away. Falstatt pulls off his buch's head, and toys.

rises. Cricket to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap : Where tires thou find'st unrak’d, and heariis Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford

They lay hold on hin. unswept, There pinch the 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 one 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 nust jest 110 higher :eye.

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

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

Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-MaaSleep she as sound is careless intancy;

ier Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldy knave; But those as sleep, and think not on their sing,

here are bis horns, master Brook : And, master Pinch them, arins, legs, backs, shoulders, sides Brook, he hath enjoyed thing of Ford's but and shins.

his buck basket, luis cudgel, and twenty pounds Qurck. About, abont;

of money, which must be paid to master Brook ; Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out : bis horses are arrested for it, master Brook. Strew good luck, onphes, on every sacred room :

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck, That it may stand till the perpeinal doom,

we could never meet. I will never take you In state as wholesome, as in state 'ris 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 sconr inl. I do begin to perceive that I am made With juice of balm, and every precious rower : an ass, Each fair 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 coinpass, in a ring:

or four times in the thought, they were not lai. The 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 iufts, flowers purple, blue and white ; despite of the teeth of allrhyme and reason, that Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, they were fairies. See now, how wil may be Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee;

made a Jack-a-len:, when 'uis upon ill employ. Fairies il se fowers for their charactery.

ment! Away; disperse : But, 'uill’uis one o'clock, Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave Our dance of custom, round about the oak your desires, ant fairies will not pinse you. Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

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

pray yout. And twenty glowworms sholl our lanterns be,

Ford. I will never mistinst my wife again, To guide our measure round about the tree. till thon 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 froin 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 Pist. Vile worm, thou wast'o'erlook'd even goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb el frize? 'uis

time I were choked with a piece of toasted Quick. With trial fire touch me his finger-end; Cerd. Seese is not good to give putter ; your If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, 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 7 Have I lived to stand Pist. A trial, come.

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

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

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

hearts by the head and shoulders, and have And as yon 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. Whai, a lodge-pudding? a bag of flax ? SONG.

Mrs. Page. A pufled man?

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

entrauls? Fye on lust and luxury !

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

Page. And as poor as Job ?
Kindled with unchas!e desire,

Ford. And as wicked as his wife ?

Eve 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 Cairs. bles and vabbles ?

Caius. Yere is mistress Page ? By gar, I am Fal. Weil, 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 Hanuel, ignorance itself is a gar, la cozened. plummet o'er me: nse me as you will. Mrs. Page. Why, did yon 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 Cájus. ney, to whom you should have been a pander: Ford. This is strange! Who hath got the right over and above that you have stuttered, I think, Anne ? to 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. amends,

Enter Fenton and Anne Page. Forgive that suri, and so we'll all be friends. How now, inaster Fenton ? Furd. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven Anne. Pardon, good father ! good my mother, at last.

pardon ! Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt ent Page. Now, mistress ! how chance you went

posset lo-night at my house, where I will not with master Slender ? desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now langlis Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master et thee : Tell lier, master Slender hath married doctor, maid ? uer daughter.

Fent. You do amaze her : Fear the truth of it. Mra. 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. wile.

[Aside. The truth is, she and'), 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 conimitled : Page. Son! how now? how now son ? have And this deceit loses the name of craft, you despatched ?

Of disobedience, or mduteouts title ; Slen. Despatched !-l'll make the best in Since there in she doth evitate and shun Gloricestershire kuow on't : 'would, 1 were A thousand irreligious cursed hours, hanged, la, else.

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

upon her. Sleit. 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 i' the church, I would have state: 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 Ame Page, would Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a spe. I might never stir, and 'tis a posi-master's boy. cial stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. glance. Slen. Wliat need you tell me that? I think Page. Well, what remedy ? Fevton, heaven So, when I took a boy for a girl : If I had been give thee joy! married to himn, for all he was in woman's ap- What cannot 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. I tell you, how you should know my daughter Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedby ber garments

Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :Slen. 1 went to her in white, and cry'd mum ; Master Fenton, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had ap- Heaven give yon many, many merry days! pointed ; and yet it was not Anne, but a post- Good husband, let us every one go home, master's boy.

And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ; Eva. Jeshu I Master Slender, cannot you see Sir John and all. bu: narry poys ?


Let it be so :-Sir John, Page. 0, 1 am vexed at heart : What shall I do? To master Prook yon yet shall hold your word; Mrs. Puge. Good George, be not angry : 1 For he to-night shall lie with mistress Ford. knew of your purpose : turned my daughter into




SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK. SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, Brother 10 | MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia. Viola.

FABIAN, 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, SIR TOBY BELSH, Uncle of Olivku

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


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

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, Duke. 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 froin hence; and then 'twas fresh But falls into abatement and low price, In murmur, (as you know, what great cnes do, 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 lunt, my lord ?


What's she? Duke.

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

The hart. That died some twelveinonth since; when leavDuke. 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.

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

And might not be delivered to the world,

Till had nade mine owl occasion mellow, Enter Valentine.

What my estate is. Val. So please my lord, I might not be ad- Cap. That were hard to compass; mitted,

Becanse 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, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, Doth of close in pollution, yel of thee
And water once

Jay 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, fresh,

Conceal me what I ain; 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, Ju may be worth thy pains; for I can sing How will she love, when the rich golden shaft And speak to him in many 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 commir; These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and Only shape thon thy silence to my wit. fill'd

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! À way before me to sweet beds of flowers

Vio. I thank thee: Lead me on. (Exems. 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, frieuds, is this?

care's an enemy to life. Cap.

Illyria, lady. Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? in earlier o'mights ; your consin, my lady, lakes 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. you, sailors?

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

Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, than ! 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 quafting 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-i Sir To. He'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 himn 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. 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 thon 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 Cap.

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 Сар.

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 Aim:

pightly in your company.


Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece: 1 Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fel. I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in low of the strangest mind i' the world; I delight my throat, and drink in Illyria : He's a coward, in masgnes and revels soidetimes altogether. and a coystril, that will not drink to my niece, Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshaws, till his brains inru o' the toe like a parish-top: kuigbt ? What, wench ? Castiliano volto; for here comes Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever Sir Andrew Ague-face.

he be, under the degree of my belters; and yet Enter Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.

I will not compare with an old man.

Sir To. Whai is thy excellence in a galliard, Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, Sir Toby knight? Belch?

Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir 1o. Sweet Sir Andrew !

Sir To. And I can cut the mention to't. Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.

Sir And. And, I think I have the back trick, Mar. And you too, sir.

simply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Accost, Sir Andrew, accost.

Sir To. Wherefore are these things bid ? whereSir And. What's that?

fore have these gifts a curtain before them ? are Sir To. My niece's chamber-mnid.

they like to take dust, like Mistress Mall's picSir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better ture? why dost thou noe go to church in a galacquaintance

liard, and come home in a coranto? My very Mar. My name is Mary, sir.

walk should be a jig; I would not so much as Sir And: Good mistress Mary Accost, - make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front thou mean?' is it a world to hide virtues in? 1 her, board her, woo her, assail her.

did think, by the excellent constituion of thy Sir And. By mytroth, I would not undertake her leg, it was formed under the star of a galliani. in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Sir And. Ay, 'uis strong, and it does joditlerMar. Fare you well, gentlenen

ent well in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set Sir To. Anthou let part so, Sir Andrew,'would about some revels! thou might'st never draw sword again.

Sir To. What shall we do else? were we not Sir And. An you part so, inistress, I would 1 born under Taurus? might ne er draw sword again. Fair lady, do Sir And. Taurus ? that's sides and heart. you think you have fools in hand ?

Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me Mar Sir, I have not you by the hand. see thee caper; ha! higher: ha, ha!--excellent! Sir And. Marry, but you sha! ha e; and

(Exeunt. bere's my hand.

SCENE IV. A Room in the Duke's Palace Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it Enter Valentine and Viola in man's attire. drink.

Val. If the Duke continue these favours to Sir And. Wherefore, sweetheart ? what's your wards you, Cesario, you are like to be much metaphor ?

advancel; he hath known you but three days, Mar. It's dry, sir.

and already you are no stranger. Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an Vio. You either tear his stanour, or my neg. ass, but I can keep my hand dry. But what's ligence, that you call in question the continere your jest?

ance of his love : Is he inconstant, sir, in his Mar. A dry jest, sir.

favous ? Sir And. Are you full of them ?

Val. No, believe me. Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends : marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

Enter Duke, Curio, and Attendants.

(Erit Maria. Vio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of ca

Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho? mary: When did I see thee so pnt dowri ? Vio. On your attendance, my lord; here.

Sir Ant. Never in your life, I think ; unless Duke. Stand you awhile a loos. --Cesario, you see canary put me down : Methiuks, some- Thou know'st no less but all; I have unciasp'd times I have no inore wit than a christian, or an To thee the book even of my secret sotil: ordinary man has: but I am a great eater of Therefore, good youth, address thygait unto her, beel, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit. Be not deny' access, stand at her doors, Sir To. No question.

And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. Till thou have audience. I'll ride home to-morrow, Sir Toby:


Sure, my noble Iord, Sr To. Pourquoy, my dear knight?

If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow Şir And What is pourquoy? do or not do? I As it is spoke, she never will admit me. would I had bestowed that tiine in the tongues, Duke. "Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-bait. Rather than make unprofited return. ing: 0, had l but followed the arts ?

Fio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent then? head of hair?

Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love, Sir And. Why, would that have mended my Surprise her with discourse of my dear frith: hair ?

It shall become thee well to act my woes; Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest it will She will attend it better in thy youth, not curl by nature.

Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, Vio. I think not so, my lord. does't not ?


Dear lad, believe it Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like fax on a dis- For they shall yet belie thy happy years taff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip between her legs and spin it off.

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home tomorrow, Sir Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, Toby: your niece will not be seen ; or, if she and all is semblative a woman's part. be, it's four to one she'll one of me: the count I know thy constellation is right apt himself, here hard by, woos her.

For this affair :--Some four or five attend him; Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not All, if you will; for I myself am best, match above her degree, neither in estate, years, When least in company :- Prosper well in this, nor wit; I have heard her swear it. Trs, there's And thou shalt live as treuly as ihy lord, life ir't map.

To call his fortimes thine.

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