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SCENE I.-The same. An Abber,
Egl. The sun begins to gild the western sky:
See where she comes: Lady, a happy evening!
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues off: If we recover that, we are sure enough. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The same.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and JULIA.
Thu. Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit? Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was; And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Thu. What, that my leg is too long? Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot, to make it somewhat rounder.
Pro. But love will not be spurr'd to what it loaths. Thu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black.
Duke. Why, then she's fled unto that peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
'Tis true; for friar Laurence met them both,
At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not:
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled.
[Erit. Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love, Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her. [Eat. Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love, Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. [Exit.
- Frontiers of Mantua.
Be patient, we must bring you to our captain.
1 Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?
SCENE IV. - Another part of the Forest.
Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes, Tune my distresses, and record my woes. O thou that dost inhabit in my breast, Leave not the mansion so long tenantless; Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall, And leave no memory of what it was! Repair me with thy presence, Silvia ;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain! What halloing, and what stir, is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law
Have some unhappy passenger in chase :
They love me well; yet I have much to do,
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you, (Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) To hazard life, and rescue you from him That wou'd have forc'd your honour and your Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look; A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside. Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came; But, by my coming, I have made you happy.
Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most unhappy.
Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your pre[Aside.
Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to
Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love,
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou had'st two,
All men but Proteus. Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words Can no way change you to a milder form, I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end; And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. Sil. O heaven! Pro.
I'll force thee yield to my desire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Pro. How! let me see:
Jul. O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook ; This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Here 'tis: this is it. [Gives a ring.
[Shows another ring.
Pro. But, how cam'st thou by this ring? at my depart, I gave this unto Julia.
Jul. And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes, than men their
Jul. And I have mine.
Pro. Than men their minds! 'tis true; O hea
ven were man
But constant, he were perfect: that one error
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Enter Out-laws, with DUKE and THURIO. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, I say; it is my lord the duke. Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd, Banished Valentine.
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; Come not within the measure of my wrath: Do not name Silvia thine; if once again, Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands, Take but possession of her with a touch; I dare thee but to breathe upon my love. D 4
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; I hold him but a fool, that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him not: I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again. Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, To which I thus subscribe, sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd; Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd her. Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
Forgive them what they have committed here,
Duke. Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them, and thee;
i now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, To grant one boon that I shall ask of you.
Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. Val. These banish'd men, that I have kept wi hai, Are men endued with worthy qualities;
Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum.
Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself armigero ; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.
Shal. Ay, that we do; and have done any time these three hundred years.
Slen. All his successors, gone before him, have done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may they may give the dozen white luces in
ROBIN, page to Falstaff. SIMPLE, servant to Slender. RUGBY, servant to Dr. Caius.
Shal. It is an old coat.
Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies-love.
Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old coat.
Mrs. ANNE PAGE, her daughter, in love with Fenton. Mrs. QUICKLY, servant to Dr. Caius.
Slen. I may quarter, coz?
Shal. You may, by marrying.
Eva. It is marring, indeed, if he quarter it. Shal. Not a whit.
Servants to Page, Ford, &c.
Eva. Yes, py'r-lady; if he has a quarter of your coat, there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but this is all one: If sir John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my benevolence, to make atonements and compromises between you.
Shal. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot.
Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot: the Council, look you, shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments in that.
Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it.
Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: and there is also another device in my prain, which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with it: There is Anne Page, which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity.
Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman.
Eva. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections!) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage be tween master Abraham, and mistress Anne Page.
Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred
Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. | tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.
Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.
Shal. Well, let us see honest master Page: Is Falstaff there?
Eva. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar, as I do despise one that is false; or, as I despise one that is not true. The knight, sir John, is there; and, 1 beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door [knocks.] for master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house here!
Bard. You Banbury cheese!
Pist. How now, Mephostophilus?
Nym Slice, I say! pauca, pauca; slice! that's
Slen. Where's Simple, my man? cousin?
can you tell
Eva. Peace: I pray you! Now let us under-
Page. We three, to hear it, and end it between them.
Pist. He hears with ears.
Eva. The tevil with his tam! what phrase is this,
Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse?
Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo :
Page. Who's there?
Eva. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and justice Shallow and here young master Slender; that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings.
Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I thank you for my venison, master Shallow.
Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you Much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better; it was ill killed: - - How doth good mistress Page? and I love you always with my heart, la; with my heart.
Page. Sir, I thank you.
Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender. Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale.
Page. It could not be judg'd, sir.
Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess.
Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; Can there be more said? he is good, and fair. Is sir
John Falstaff here?
Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you.
Eva. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
Enter sir JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYм, and
Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me to the king?
Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge.
Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter?
I have done all
Fal. I will answer it straight;
Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel: you'll be laugh'd at.
Eva. Pauca verba, sir John, goot worts. Fal. Good worts! good cabbage. Slender, I broke your head; What matter have you against me? Slen. Marry, sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the
- Sir John
Nym. Be advis'd, sir, and pass good humours: I will say, marry trap, with you, if you run the nuthook's humour on me: that is the very note of it.
Slen. By this hat, then, he in the red face had it : for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass.
Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John?
Bard. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences.
Eva. It is his five senses: fie, what the ignorance is! Bard. And being fap, sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires.
Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves.
Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it.
Enter Mistress ANNE PAGE with wine; Mistress
Page. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll
Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very