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suffered more for their sakes, more, than the villain Fent. So shall I ever more be bound to thee; ous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear. Besides, I'll make a present recompense. (Exeunt. Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I

ACT V.-SCENE I,-A Room in the Garter Inn, warrant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford,

Enter Falstaff and Mrs. QUICKLY. good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white spot about her.

Fal. Pr’ythee, no more prattling ;-go--I'll Fal. What tellist thou me of black and blue? I hold: This is the third time; I hope, good luck was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow ; lies in odd numbers. Away, go; they say, there is and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, cbance, Brentford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit,

or death.-Away. my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, de Quick. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what liver'd me, the knave constable had set me i' the I can to get you a pair of horns. stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch.

Fal. Away, I say; time wears : hold up your Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your cham- head, and mince.

[Exit Mrs. Quickly. ber: you shall hear how things go ; and, I warrant,

Enter FORD. to your content. Here is a letter will say some

How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the what. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you

matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you together! Sure, one of you does not serve heaven in the Park about midnight, at Herne's oak, and well, that you are so crossed.

shall see wonders.

you Fal. Come up into my chamber. [Exeunt.

Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you SCENE VI.-Another Room in the Garter Inn. told me you had appointed ? Enter FENTON and Host.

Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me; my mind

like a poor old man: but I came from her, master

Brook, like a old woman. That same knave, is heavy, I will give over all. Fent. Yet hear me speak : Assist me in my pur- lousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed

her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jeapose, ' And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee

frenzy. I will tell you.--He beat me grievously, A handred pound in gold, more than your loss.

in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I beam ; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am

master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's will, at the least, keep your counsel. Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you Brook. 'Since I pluck'd geese, play'd truant, and

in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page; Who, mutually, hath answer'd my affection

whipp'd top, I knew not wbat it was to be beaten, (So far forth as herself might be ber chooser,)

till lately. Follow me : I'll tell you strange things

of this knave Ford: on whom to-night I will be Even to my wish: I have a letter from her Of such contents as you will wonder at;

revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. The mirth whereof so larded with my matter,

- Follow : strange things in hand, master Brook!

follow. That neither, singly, can be manifested,

[Exeunt.

Scene II.-Windsor Park.
Without the show of both ;-wherein fat Falstaff
Hath a great scene: the image of the jest

Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.
(Showing the letter.) Page. Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle-
I'll show you here at large. Hark,good mine host : ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.--Remem-
To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one, ber, son Slender, my daughter.
Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen: Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and
The purpose why, is here; in which disguise, we have a nay-word, how to know one another.
While other jests are something rank on foot, I come to her in white, and cry, mum; she cries,
Her father hath commanded her to slip

budget ; and by that we know one another. Away with Slender, and with him at Eton

Shal. That's good too : but what needs either Immediately to marry: she hath consented : your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher Now, sir,

her well enough.-It hath struck ten o'clock. Her mother, even strong against that match,

Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No That he shall likewise shuffle her away,

man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him While other sports are tasking of their minds, by his horns. Let's away; follow me. [Exeunt. And at the deanery, where a priest attends,

SCENE III.-The Street in Windsor.
Straight marry her : to this her mother's plot
She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath

Enter Mrs. Page, MRS. FORD, and Dr. Caius. Made promise to the doctor ;-Now, thus it rests : Mrs. Page. Master Doctor, my daughter is in Her father means she shall be all in white; green : when you see your time, take her by the And in that habit, when Slender sees his time hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch To take her by the hand, and bid her go,

it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must She shall go with him :---her mother hath intended, go together, The better to denote her to the doctor,

Caius, I know vat I have to do ; adieu. (For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,) Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius. That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrob’d, My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse With ribbands pendant, flaring 'bout her head;

of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying And when the doctor spies bis vantage ripe, my dangbter: but 'tis no matter; better a little To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token, chiding, than a great deal of beart-break. The maid bath given consent to go with bim.

Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of Host. Which means sbe to deceive? father or fairies? and the Welch devil, Hugh? mother?

Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me : by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at And here it rests,-that you'll procure the vicar the very instant of Falstafl's and our meeting, they To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one, will at once display to the night. And, in the lawful name of marrying,

Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him, To give our hearts united ceremony. [vicar: Mrs. Paye. If he be not amazed, he will be

Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. mocked.

Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. (lechery, | That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,

Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Those that betray them do no treachery.

Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; Mrs. Ford. The bour draws on; to the oak, to But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, the oak!

[Exeunt. | Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and SCENE IV.-Windsor Park.

Quick. About, about ;

[shins. Enter SIR HUGH EVANS, and Fairies.

Search Windsor-castle, elves, within and out: Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember That it may stand till the perpetual doom,

Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room; Four parts: be pold, I pray you; follow me into the pit; and when I give yoa the watch-'ords, do Worthy the owner, and the owner it.

In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit; as I pid you; Come, come; trib, trib. [Exeunt. The several chairs of order look you scour

SCENE V.-Another part of the Park. With juice of balm, and every precious flower : Eater FALSTAFF disguised, with a buck's head on.

Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, Fal. The Windsor bell bath struck twelve; the And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,

With loyal blazon, evermore be blest! ningte draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist me:-Remember, Jove, thou wast a ball for thy The expressure that it bears, green let it be,

Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : Europa ; love set on thy horns.-0, powerful love! More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write, some other, a man a beast:-You were also, Jupiter, In emerald tufts, flowers,

purple, blue, and white: a swan, for the love of Leda :-- 0, omnipotent Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, love! bow near the god drew to the complexion of Buckled below fair knight-hood's bending knee: a goose-A fault done first in the form of a beast; Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

-0, Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault Away; disperse: But, till 'tis one o'clock,
in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a
foul fault.-When gods have hot backs, what shall Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

Our dance of custom, round about the oak
poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag,
and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : Send me a

Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves

in order set : cool rat-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, my tallow ?-Who comes here ? my doe ?

To guide our measure round about the tree.
Enter MRS. FORD and Mrs. Page.

But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth.
Mrs. Ford. Sir Joho? art thou there, my deer? | Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!

Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy! my male deer? Pal. My doe with the black scut?

Let the sky

Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in

thy birth. rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green Sleeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; | If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,

Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end: let there come a tempest of provocation, I will

And turn him to no pain; but if he start, shelter me here.

(Embracing her.) It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me,

Pist. A trial, come. sweetheart.

Eva. Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch:

Come, will this wood take fire ?

(They burn him with their tapers.) I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath to

Fal. Oh, oh, oh! your busbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak Ilike About him, fairies; sing a scorofal rhyme :

Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! Herde the hanter?-Why, now is Cupid a child

of And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!

(Noise within.) and iniquity.

Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ?

SONG.
Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
Pal. What should this be?

Fye on sinful fantasy!

Fye on lust and luxury! Mrs. Page. S

(They run off.) Lust is but a bloody fire, Pal. I think the devil will not have me damned,

Kindled with unchaste desire, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he

Fed in heart; whose flames aspire, would never else cross me thus.

As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.

Pinch him, fairies, mutually; Exler Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs.

Pinch him for his villainy; QUICKLY,and PISTOL; ANNE PAGE, as the Fairy

Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Queer, attended by her brother and others, dressed Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine be out. like fairies, with waxen tapers on their heads.

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

in white; and Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs. Attend your office, and your quality.

Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. [toys. All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls of his

Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy buck's head, and rises. Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap : Where fires thou find'st unrak’d, and hearths un Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, and Mrs. FORD. swept,

They lay hold of him. There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :

Page. Nay, do not fly ; I think, we have watch'd Our radiant queen bates sluts, and sluttery.

you now: Pal. 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 jest I'll wink and coach: no man their works must eye.

no higher :(Lies down upon his face.) Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Eva. Where's Pede? ---Go you, and where you See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes find a maid,

Become the forest better than the town?

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Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?–Master | tershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else. Brook, Falstaft’s a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here Page. Of what, son? are his horns, master Brook : And, master Brook, Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it basket, bis cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; had not been i' the church, I would have swinged which must be paid to Master Brook; his horses him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not are arrested for it, master Brook.

think it had been Anne Page, would I might never Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy. could never meet. I will never take you for my Page. l'pon my life then you took the wrong. love again, but I will always count you my deer. Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been mar

[extant. ried to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are would not have had him.

Fal. And these are not fairies?. I was three or Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and tell you, how you should know my daughter by her yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise garments? of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all and she cried budget, as Anne and I had appointed; rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but ill employment!

marry boys? Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do? desires, and fairies will not pinse you.

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

[you. 'of your purpose ; turned my daughter into green ; Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the

Ford. I will never inistrust my wife again, ull deanery, and there married. thou art able to woo her in good English. Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried

Enter Cazus. it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er

Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welch goat cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paitoo ? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'Tis time san, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese. am cozened. Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green?

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, l’ll Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at raise all Windsor.

[Exit Caius. the taunt of one that makes fritters of English ? Ford. This is strange: Who bath got the right This is enough to be the decay of lust and late- | Anne? walking, through the realm.

Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes masMrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though ter Fenton. we would bave thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves

Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could | How now, master Fenton ?

(pardon ! have made you our delight?

Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of fax? Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went oot Mrs. Page. A posted man?

[entrails ? with master Slender? Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master docFord. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? tor, maid? Page. And as poor as Job?

Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it. Ford. And as wicked as his wife?

You would have married her most shamefully, Eva. And given to fornications, and to tayerns, Where there was no proportion held in love. and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drink - The truth is, She and I, long since contracted, ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles, and Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. prabbles ?

The offence is boly, that she hath committed : Fal. Well, I am your theme : you have the start And this deceit loses the name of craft, of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer Of disobedience, or nnduteous title ; the Welch flannel: ignorance itself is a plummet Since therein she doth evitate and shun o'er me; use me as yon will.

A thousand irreligious cursed hours, [her. Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Which forced marriage would have brought upon one master Brook, that you have cozened of money,

Ford. Stand not amazed : here is no remedy:to whom you should have been a pander : over and In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. money will be a biting affliction.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. amends:

Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends.

Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at Wbat cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. last.

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt eat a

chas'd. posset to-night at my house, where I will desire Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding. thee to langh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.

Master Fenton, Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page Heaven give you many, many merry days! be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. Good husband, let us every one go home,

(Aside.) | And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ; Enter SLENDER.

Sir John and all. Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!

Ford. Let it be so :--Sir John, Page. Son! how now ? how now, son? have you to master Brook you yet shall bold your word; despatched ?

For be, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford. Slen. Despatched !--I'll inake the best in Gloces

[Exeunt,

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.
ORBINO, Duke of Illyria.

MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.
SEBASTIAX, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola. FABIAN,
ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, Friend to Sebastian.

Clown,

} Servants to Olivia. A See Captain, Friend to Viola.

OLIVIA, a rich Countess. VALENTINE,

VIOLA, in love with the Duke. Curio, } Gentlemen attending on the Duke.

MARIA, Olivia's Woman. SIR TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.

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

ACT I.

With eye offending brine : all this, to season SCENE I.--An Apartment in the Duke's Palace. A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, Enter DUKE, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending. And lasting, in her sad remembrance. Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,

Duke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

How will she love, when the rich golden shaft The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That strain again ;-it had a dying fall :

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,

These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and kill'd, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough ; no more ;

(Her sweet perfections) with one self king !

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before. O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !

Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.

[E.reunt. That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

SCENE II.-The Sea-coast.
Of what validity and pitch soever,

Enter Viola, Caplain, and Sailors.
Bat falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,

Vio. What country, friends, is this?
Сар.

Illyria, lady. That it alone is high-fantastical.

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?

My brother he is in Elysium.

[sailors ? Deke.

Wbat, Cario?

Perchance he is not drown'd :-What think you, Cur.

The hart.

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

[chance, Methought she purged the air of pestilence ; That instant was I turn'd into a bart;

Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with

Assure yourself, after our ship did split, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, Eer since pursue me.-How now? what news from Hang on our driving boat, I saw your brother,

When you, and that poor number saved with you, her? Enter VALENTINE.

Most provident in peril, bind himself

(Courage and hope both teaching him the practioe) Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; Bat from her bandmaid do return this answer: Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, The element itself, till seven years heat,

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, Shall not bebold ber face at ample view;

So long as I could see. Bet, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,

Vio

For saying so, there's gold : Aad water once a-day her chamber round

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

may he be.

Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

word for word without book, and bath all the good The like of him. Know'st thou this country? gifts of nature.

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born Mar. He hath, indeed,-alınost natural : for, beNot three hours' travel from this very place.

sides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, Vio. Who governs here?

but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the Cap.

A noble duke, in nature, gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the As in his name.

prudent, he would quickly have the 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 him : Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly He was a bachelor then.

in your company. Cap. And so is now,

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Or was so very late : for but a month

drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh throat, and drink in Myria: He's a coward, and a In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his The less will prattle of,) that he did seek

brains turn o' the toe like a parish top. What, The love of fair Olivia.

wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir AnVio. What's she ?

drew Ague-face. Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count,

Enter Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her
In the protection of his son, her brother,

Sir A. Sir Toby Belch! how now,sir Toby Belch ? Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,

Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew! They say, she hath abjured the company

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. And sight of men.

Mar. And you too, sir. Vio

0, that I served that lady: Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost. And might not be delivered to the world,

Sir And. What's that? Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid. What my estate is.

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

That were hard to compass; Mar. My name is Mary, sir. (quaintance. Because she will admit no kind of suit,

Sir And. Good mistress Mary AccostNo, not the duke's.

Sir To. You mistake, knight ; accost, is, front Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain; her, board her, woo her, assail her. And though that nature with a beauteous wall Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

in this company. Is that the meaning of accost ? I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. With this thy fair and outward character.

Sir To. An' thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, thou might'st never draw sword again. Conceal me what I am, and be my aid

Sir And. An' you part so, mistress, I would I For such disguise as, haply, shall become might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke; think you have fools in hand ? Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,

Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. It may be worth thy pains ; for I can sing,

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have : and here's And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth bis service.

Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring What else may hap, to time I will commit; Your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your C'ap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be: Mar. It's dry, sir.

[metaphor ! When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, Vio. I thank thee : lead me on. [Exeunt. but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest?

Mar. A dry jest, sir.
Scene III.-A Room in Olivia's house.

Sir And. Are you full of them ?
Enter SiR TOBY BELCH, and MARIA.

Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends :

marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. Sir T. What a plague means my niece, to take

[E.rit Maria, the death of her brother thus ? I am sure, care's an Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary : enemy to life.

When did I see thee so put down? Mar. By my troth, Sir Toby, you must come in Sir And. Never in your life, I think ; unless you earlier o’nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great see canary put me down : Methinks, sometimes I exceptions to your ill hours.

bave no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. man bas : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I be

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within lieve, that does harm to my wit. the modest limits of order.

Sir To. No question. Sir To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than Sir And. An' I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll I am : these clothes are good enough to drink in, ride home to-morrow, sir Toby. and so be these boots too! an' they be not, let them Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight! hang themselves in their own straps.

Sir And. What is pourquoy? do or not do? I Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo yon : would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting: 0, foolish knight, that you brought in one night here had I but followed the arts !

[of hair. to be her wooer.

Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek?

Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? Mar. Ay, he.

Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest, it will not Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. curl by nature.

[not? Mar. What's that to the purpose ?

Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Sir To. Why, he bas three thousand ducats a-year. Sir To. Excellent! it hangs like flax on a dis

Mar. Ay; but he'll have but a year in all these taff'; and I hope to see a housewife take thee beducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

tween her legs, and spin it off. Sir T. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o'the Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, sir Toby : viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages | your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four

my hand.

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