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the love of Leda: 0, omnipotent love! how near the Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring :
, flowers purple, blue, and white; backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee : send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to Fairies, use flowers for their charactery. piss my tallow? Who comes here ? my doe?
Away! disperse! but, till 'tis one o'clock,
Our dance of custom, round about the oak Mrs. Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my deer? my Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. male deer?
Eva. Lock hand in hand : yourselves in order set; Fal. My doe with the black scut?—Let the sky And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of “Green To guide our measure round about the tree. Sleeves;" hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let But, stay! I smell a man of middle earth. there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy, lest here.
[Embracing her. he transform me to a piece of cheese! [To himself Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweet- Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in thy heart.
birth. Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: Queen. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end : I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your And turn him to no pain ; but if he start, husbands. Am I a woodman ? ha! Speak I like It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. Herne the hunter?-Why, now is Cupid a child of Pist. A trial ! come. conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true Eva.
Come, will this wood take fire ? spirit, welcome.
[They burn him with their tapers. Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ?
Fal. Oh, oh, oh! Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins !
Queen. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! Fal. What should this be?
About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme; Mrs. Ford.
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
[They run off Mrs. Page. } Away, away!
Song, by one. Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, Fie on sinful fantasy! lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he Fie on lust and luxury! would never else cross me thus.
Lust is but a bloody fire,
and Pistol; ANNE Page, as the Fairy Queen, at- Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,
Pinch him for his villainy; You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Attend your office, and your quality.
Till candles, and star-light, and moon-shine be out. Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.
During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff : Doctor Pist. Elves, list your names : silence, you airy toys ! Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; Cricket, to Windsor chimneys when thoust leapt, SLENDER another way, and takes off a fairy in white; Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths uns
inswept, and Fenton comes, and steals away ANNE PAGE. A There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :
noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.
away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises. Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, Enter Page, FORD, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford. They shall die : [To himself.
lay hold of him. I'll wink and couch. No man their works must eye. Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have match'd
[Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Bead ?-Go you, and where you find Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? a maid,
Mrs. Page. I pray you come; hold up the jest no That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
higher.Rouse up the organs of her fantasy,
Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;
See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes But those that sleep, and think not on their sins, Become the forest better than the town ? Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins. Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now !-Master Queen. About, about!
Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out: his horns, master Brook : and, master Brook, he hath Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room, enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;
paid to master Brook: his horses are arrested for it, Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
master Brook. The several chairs of order look you scour
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill-luck; we could With juice of balm, and every precious flower: never meet. I will never take you for my love again, Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
but I will always count you my deer. With loyal blazon, ever more be blest!
Fal. I do begin to perceive, that I am made an ass. And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are extant.
Fal. And these are not fairies! I was three or four been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a times in the thought, they were not fairies; and yet post-inaster's boy. the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a re- Slen. What need you tell me that?
I think so, ceived belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and when I took a boy for a girl : if I had been married reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employment! have had him.
Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell desires, and fairies will not pinse you.
you, how you should know my daughter by her garFord. Well said, fairy Hugh.
ments ? Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you. Slen. I went to her in white, and cried “mum,"
Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou and she cried " budget," as Anne and I had appointed; art able to woo her in good English.
and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry : I knew of that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat too? shall indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and I have a coxcomb of frize? 'Tis time I were choked there married. with a piece of toasted cheese.
Enter Doctor Caius. Eva. Seese is not good to give putter: your pelly is Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am co
zened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy ; un paisan, by Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at gar, a boy: it is not Anne Page; by gar, I am cozened. the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? is enough to be the decay of lust, and late-walking, Caius. Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy : by gar, I'll raise through the realm.
[Exit Caius. Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though we Ford. This is strange. Who hath got the right Anne? would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head Page. My heart misgives me. Here comes master and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple Fenton. to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our
Enter Fenton and Anne Page. delight?
How now, master Fenton!
[They kneel. Ford. What, a hog-pudding ? a bag of flax?
Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon. Mrs. Page. A puffed man?
Page. Now, mistress; how chance you went not Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails ? with master Slender? Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, Page. And as poor as Job ?
maid? Ford. And as wicked as his wife?
Fent. You do amaze her: hear the truth of it. Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and you would have married her most shamefully, sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and Where there was no proportion held in love. swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ? The truth is, she and I, long since contracted,
Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start of Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welch The offence is holy that she hath committed; flannel. Ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use And this deceit loses the name of craft, me as you will.
Of disobedience, or unduteous guile, Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one Since therein she doth evitate and shun master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to A thousand irreligious cursed hours, whom you should
have been a pander: over and above Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. that you have suffered, I think, to repay that money Ford. Stand not amaz’d: here is no remedy. will be a biting affliction.
In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state: Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a pos- Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. set to-night at my house ; where I will desire thee to Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. master Slender hath married her daughter.
Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, beaven give Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. [Aside. What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd. Enter Slender, crying.
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page !
chas'd. Page. Son, how now! how now, son! have you Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no farther.-Master despatched ?
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire; Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne Sir John and all. Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: if it had not Ford. Let it be so.—Sir John, been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; should have swinged me. If I did not think it had For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. [Exeunt.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
VINCENTIO, the Duke.
Frotu, a foolish Gentleman. ANGELO, the Deputy.
Clown. Escalus, an ancient Lord.
ABHORSON, an Executioner.
BARNARDINE, a dissolute Prisoner.
ISABELLA, sister to Claudio.
Mariana, betrothed to Angelo.
JULIET, beloved of Claudio.
Francisca, a Nun.
MISTRESS OVER-DONE, a Bawd,
SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords, and Attendants.
But to fine issues; nor nature never lends Duke. Escalus !
The smallest scruple of her excellence, Escal. My lord.
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Herself the glory of a creditor, Would seem in me t' affect speech and discourse; Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech Since I am apt to know, that your own science To one that can my part in him advertise : Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
Hold, therefore, Angelo: [Tendering his commission.
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Though first in question, is thy secondary :
Take thy commission.
[Giving it. As art and practice hath enriched any
Now, good my lord, That we remember. There is our commission, Let there be some more test made of my metal,
[ Giving it. Before so noble and so great a figure From which we would not have you warp.-Call hither, Be stamp'd upon it. I say, bid come before us Angelo.-[Exit an Attendant. Duke.
No more evasion : What figure of us think you he will bear?
We have with a leaven's and prepared choice For, you must know, we have with special soul Proceeded to you; therefore, take your honours. Elected him our absence to supply,
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, Lent him our terror, drest him with our love,
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd And given his deputation all the organs
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, Of our own power. What think you of it ?
As time and our concernings shall importune, Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
How it goes with us; and do look to know, To undergo such ample grace and honour,
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well: It is lord Angelo.
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Yet, give leave, my lord, Ang. Always obedient to your grace's will, That we may bring you something on the way. I come to know your pleasure.
Duke. My haste may not admit it; Duke.
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do There is a kind of character in thy life,
With any scruple : your scope is as mine own, That, to th' observer, doth thy history
So to enforce, or qualify the laws Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand. Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
I'll privily away : I love the people, Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.
But do not like to stage me to their eyes. Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do,
Though it do well, I do not relish weil Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Their loud applause, and aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so That does affect it. Once more, fare you well. sound as things that are hollow : thy bones are hollow;
Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes ! impiety has made a feast of thee.
[Exit. 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most
carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. A power I have, but of what strength and nature 2 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? I am not yet instructed.
Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio; signior Claudio. Ang. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, 1 Gent. Claudio to prison ! 'tis not so. And we may soon our satisfaction bave
Bawd. Nay, but I know, 'tis so; I saw him arrested; Touching that point.
saw him carried away ; and, which is more, within these Escal. I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. three days his head is to be chopped off. SCENE II.-A Street.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have
Art thou sure of this?
Bawd. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not madam Julietta with child. to composition with the king of Hungary, why then, Lucio. Believe me, this may be : he promised to all the dukes fall upon the king.
meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king promise-keeping. of Hungary's!
2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near 2 Gent. Amen.
to the speech we had to such a purpose. Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, 1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclamathat went to sea with the ten commandments, but tion. scraped one out of the table.
Lucio. Away: let's go learn the truth of it. 2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal ?
(Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen. Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the i Gent. Why? 'Twas a commandment to command sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I the captain and all the rest from their functions : they am custom-shrunk. How now? what's the news with put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, you? in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the peti
Enter Clown. tion well that prays for peace.
Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. 2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Bawd. Well: what has he done? Lucio. I believe thee ; for, I think, thou never wast Clo. A woman. where grace was said.
Bawd. But what's his offence ? 2 Gent. No? a dozen times at least.
Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. 1 Gent. What, in metre?
Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him ? Lucio. In any proportion, or in any language. Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.
You have not heard of the proclamation, have you ? Lucio. Ay; why not? Grace is grace, despite of all Bawd. What proclamation, man? controversy : as for example ; thou thyself art a wicked Clo. All bawdy houses in the suburbs of Vienna villain, despite of all grace.
must be pluck'd down. 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers be- Bawd. And what shall become of those in the city ? tween us.
Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. the velvet : thou art the list.
Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the 1 Gent. And thou the velvet ? thou art good velvet: suburbs be pull’d down? thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee. I had as Clo. To the ground, mistress. lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the comart pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? monwealth! What shall become of me?
Lucio. I think thou dost; and, indeed, with most Clo. Come ; fear not you: good counsellors lack no painful feeling of thy speech: I will
, out of thine own clients : though you change your place, you need not confession, learn to begin thy health ; but, whilst I change your trade ; I'll be your tapster still. Courage ! live, forget to drink after thee.
there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong, have I your eyes almost out in the service : you will be connot?
sidered. 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster? Let's tainted, or free.
withdraw. Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost comes !
to prison; and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt. I Gent. I have purchased as many diseases under
SCENE III.-The Same. her roof, as come to 2 Gent. To what, I pray?
Enter Provost, Claudio, and Officers. Lucio. Judge.
Claud. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to 2 ent. To three thousand dollars a-year.
th' world? 1 Gent. Ay, and more.
Bear me to prison, where I am committed. Lucio. A French crown more.
Prov. I do it not in evil disposition, 2 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; But from lord Angelo by special charge. but thou art full of error: I am sound.
Claud. Thus can the demi-god, authority,
Make us pay down for our offence by weight.- When she will play with reason and discourse,
Lucio. I pray, she may: as well for the encourage-
ment of the like, which else would stand under grievous Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio ? whence comes this imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would restraint?
be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tickClaud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : tack. I'll to her. As surfeit is the father of much fast,
Claud. I thank you, good friend Lucio. So every scape by the immoderate use
Lucio. Within two hours. Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue,
Come, officer; away! [Exeunt. Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,
SCENE IV.-A Monastery.
Enter Duke, and Friar Thomas. would send for certain of my creditors. And yet, to Duke. No, holy father; throw away that thought : say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom, Believe not that the dribbling dart of love as the morality of imprisonment.—What's thy offence, Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee Claudio ?
To give me secret harbour hath a purpose Claud. What but to speak of would offend again. More grave and wrinkled, than the aims and ends Lucio. What is it? murder?
Of burning youth. Claud. No.
May your grace speak of it? Lucio. Lechery?
Duke. My holy sir, none better knows than you Claud. Call it so.
How I have ever lov'd the life remov'd; Prov. Away, sir! you must go.
And held in idle price to haunt assemblies, Claud. One word, good friend.—Lucio, a word with Where youth, and cost, and witless bravery keeps. you.
[Takes him aside. I have deliver'd to lord Angelo Lucio. A hundred, if they'll do you any good.-Is (A man of stricture, and firm abstinence) lechery so look'd after ?
My absolute power and place here in Vienna, Claud. Thus stands it with me :-Upon a true con- And he supposes me travell’d to Poland; tract,
For so I have strew'd it in the common ear, I got possession of Julietta's bed :
And so it is receiv’d. Now, pious sir, You know the lady ; she is fast my wife,
You will demand of me, why I do this ? Save that we do the pronunciation lack
Fri. Gladly, my lord. Of outward order: this we came not to,
Duke. We have strict statutes, and most biting laws, Only for procuration of a dower
(The needful bits and curbs to head-strong steeds) Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
Which for this fourteen years we have let sleep; From whom we thought it meet to hide our love, Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, Till time had made them for us. But it chances, That goes not out to prey: now, as fond fathers, The stealth of our most mutual entertainment Having bound up the threat'ning twigs of birch With character too gross is writ on Juliet.
Only to stick it in their children's sight, Lucio. With child, perhaps ?
For terror, not to use, in time the rod's Claud. Unhappily, even so.
More mock'd, than fear'd; so our most just decrees, And the new deputy now for the duke –
Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead,
The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart
Goes all decorum.' Who, newly in the seat, that it may know
It rested in your grace He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; To unloose this tied-up justice, when you pleas'd; Whether the tyranny be in his place,
And it in you more dreadful would have seem’d, Or in his eminence that fills it up,
Than in lord Angelo. I stagger in ;-but this new governor
I fear, too dreadful : Awakes me all the enrolled penalties,
Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, Which have, like unscour'd armour, hung by the wall 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them So long, that nineteen zodiacks have gone round, For what I bid them do : for we bid this be done, And none of them been worn; and, for a name, When evil deeds have their permissive pass, Now puts the drowsy and neglected act
And not due punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, Preshly on me :—’tis surely, for a name.
I have on Angelo impos'd the office, Lucio. I warrant, it is; and thy head stands so Who may, in th’ambush of my name, strike home, tickle on thy shoulders, that a milk-maid, if she be in And yet my nature never in the sight, love, may sigh it off. Send after the duke, and appeal To draw on slander. And to behold his sway, to him.
I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Claud. I have done so, but he's not to be found. Visit both prince and people: therefore, I pr’ythee, I pr'ythee, Lucio, do me this kind service.
Supply me with the habit, and instruct me This day my sister should the cloister enter,
How I may formally in person bear me And there receive her approbation :
Like a true friar. More reasons for this action, Acquaint her with the danger of my state ;
At our more leisure shall I render you; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends Only, this one :--Lord Angelo is precise ; To the strict deputy ; bid herself essay him :
Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses I have great hope in that; for in her youth
That his blood flows, or that his appetite There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, Such as moves men: beside, she hath prosperous art, | If power change purpose, whatour seemers be. (Exeunt.