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O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd,! Pro. How! Julia !
When women cannot love where they're belov'd. Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:

How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root !3
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon ine

Such an immodest raiment; if shame live
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths In a disguise of love:
Descended into perjury, to love me.

It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Thou hast no faith len now, unless thou hadst two, Women to change their shapes, than men their
And that's far worse than none; better have none minds.
Than plural faith, which is too much by one: Pro. Than men their mir.ds? 'tis true: 0
Chou counterfeit to thy true friend !

heaven! were man Pro.

In love, But constant, he were perfect: that one error Who respects friend ?

Fills him with faults ; makes him run through all
All men but Proteus.

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins :
Can no way change you to a milder form, What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end; More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye?
And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. l'al. Come, come, a hand from either :
Sil. O heaven!

Let me be blest to make this happy close ;

I'll force thee yield to my desire.'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for Thou friend of an ill fashion ! Pro.

Valentine !

Jul. And I have mine. Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith or love;

Enter Out-laws, with Duke and Thurio. (For such is a friend now,) treacherous man!

Onit. Thou hast beguild my hopes; nought but mine

A prize, a prize, a prize!

Val. Forbear, I say; It is my lord the duke. eye Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say

Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, I have one friend alive; thou would'st disprove me.

Banish'd Valentine. Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand


Sir Valentine ! Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus,

Thu. Yonder is Silvia ; and Silvia's mine. I am sorry, I must never trust thee more,

Vab. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy But count the world a stranger for thy sake.

death; The private wound is deepest : 0 time, most curst ! Come not within the measure of my wrath : *Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst: Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again, Pro. My share and guilt confounds me.

Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands, Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow

Take but possession of her with a touch!Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.I lender it here ; I do as truly suffer,

Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I ;
As e'er I did commit.

I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
Then I am paid;

His body for a girl that loves him not :
And once again I do receive thee honest.

I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. Who by repentance is not satisfied,

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd; To make such means for her as thou hast done, By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd:

And leave her on such slight conditions.And, that my love may appear plain and free,

Now, by the honour of my ancestry, All that was mine in Silvia, I give thee.

I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, Jul. O me, unhappy!

(Faints. And think thee worthy of an empress' love. Pro. Look to the boy.

Know then, I here forget all former griess, Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what Cancel all grudgc, repeal thee home again. is the matter?

Plead a new state in thy unrivalld merit, Look up ; speak.

To which I thus subscribe,-sir Valentine, Jul.

O good sir, my master charg'd me Thou art a gentleman, and well derivd; To deliver a ring to madam Silvia ;

Take thou thy Silvia, sor thou hast deserv'd her. Which, out of my neglect, was never done.

Val. I thank your grace; the gist hath made me Pro. Where is that ring, boy?

happy. Here 'tis : this is it. (Gives a ring. I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, Pro. How ! let me see :

To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. Why this is the ring I gave to Julia.

Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook ;

Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept This is the ring you sent lo Silvia.

withal, (Shows another ring. Are men endued with worthy qualities; Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring ? at my And let them be recall from their exile :

Forgive them what they have committed here, depart, I gave this untó Julia.

They are reformed, civil, full of good, Tul. And Julia herself did give it me;

And fit for great employment, worthy lord. And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Duke. Thou hast prevail'd: I pardon them and

Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts. (1) Felt, experienced. (2) Direction. (3) An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery. (4) Length of my sword. (5) Interest.



With triumphs,' mirth, and rare solemnity. In this play there is a strange mixture of know Come, let us go; we will include all jars. ledge and ignorance, of care and negligence. The

Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold versification is often excellent, the allusions are With our discourse w make your grace lo smile: learned and just ; but the author conveys his What think you of this page, my lord ?

heroes by sea from one inland town to anoiher in Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he the same country: he places the emperor at Milan, blushes.

and sends his young men to attend him, but never Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than mentions him more ; he makes Proteus, after an boy.

interview with Silvia, say he has only seen her pic. Duke. What mean you by that saying? ture: and, if we may credit the old copies, he has,

Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, by mistaking places, left his scenery inextricable. That you will wonder what hath fortun'd. - The reason of all this confusion seems to be, that Come, Proteus ; 'tis your penance, but to hear he took his story from a novel which he sometimes The story of your loves discovered:

followed und sometimes forsook; sometimes reThat done, our day of marriage shall be yours; membered, and sometimes forgot. One least, one house, one mutual happiness. That this play is rightly attributed to Shak

(Exeunt. speare, I have little doubt. If it be taken from him,

to whom shall it be given? This question may be (1) Masks, revels. (2) Conclude. asked of all the disputed plays, except Titus An

dronicus; and it will be found more credible, that Shakspeare might sometimes sink below his highest Bights, than that any other should rise up to his llowest.


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Sir John Falstaff.

|Robin, page to Falstaff.

Simple, servant to slender.
Shallow, a country justice.

Rugby, servant to Dr. Caius.
Slender, coresin Lo Shallow.
Mr. Ford, {ewo gentlemen dwelling at Windsor.

Mrs. Ford.
Mr. Page 1

Mrs. Page.
William Page, a boy, son to Mr. Page.

Mrs. Anne Page, her daughter, in love with Fenton.
Sir Hugh Evans, a Welsh

Mrs. Quickly,

servant to Dr. Caius.
Dr. Caius, a French physician.
Host of the Garter Inn.

Servants to Page, Ford, &c.
Pistol, followers of Falstaff.

Scene, Windsor; and the parts adjacent.



Eva. It is not meet the council hear a riot; there

is no fear of Got in a riot: thc council, look you, SCENE 1.--Windsor. Before Page's house. shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear Enter Justice Shallow, Slender, and Sir! Hugh a riot; take your vizaments in that.

Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the Evans.

sword should end it. Shallow.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and

end it: and there is also another device in my Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Star- with'it : there is Anne Page, which is daughter to chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John master George Page, which is pretty virginity, Falstaff's, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, es

Slen. Mistress Anne Page ? 'She has brown hair quire.

and speaks smalle like a woman. Slen. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, Eva. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as and coram.

just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and cust-alorum. ? Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman upon his death's-bed'(Got deliver to a joyful resur

of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, born, master parson; who writes himse!ť armigero; rections !) give, when she is able to overtake sevenin any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, ar- teen years old! it were a gooi motion, if we leave migero. Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time between master Abraham, and mistress Anne

our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage these three hundred years.

Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have

Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred
done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, pound?
may: they may give the dozen white luces in their

Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny.

Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has
Shal. It is an old coat.
Era. The dozen white louses do become an old

good gifts.

Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar

goot gifts. beast to man, and signifies-love. Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is Shal: Well, let us see honest master Page : is

? an old coat.

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie ? I do despise a liar, Slen. I may quarter, coz?

as I do despise one that is false; or, as I despise Shal. You may, by marrying.

one that is not true. The knight, sir John, is therc; Eva. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.

and, I beseech you, be rulcd by your well-willers. Shal. Not a whit. Eva. Yes, py'rò lady; if he has a quarter of your What, hoa ! Got pless your house here !

I will peat the door (knocks) for master Page.
coat, there is but three skirts for yourself, in my
simple conjectures: but that is all one: if Sir John
Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you,

Enler Page.
I am of the church, and will be glad to do my be-
nevolence, to make atonements and compromises

Page. Who's there ? .
between you.

Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, Shal. The council' shall hear it; it is a riot.

and justice Shallow : and here young master SlenA title formerly appropriated to chaplains. Custos rotuloriim.

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