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told me so.

Quick. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber : or no go; say, the woman you shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! Sure, one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed.

Sim. May I be so bold to say so, sir?
Fal. Ay, sir Tike; who more bold?

Sim. I thank your worship: I shall make my master glad with these tidings. [Exit Simple. Host. Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, sir John: was there a wise woman with thee?

Fal. Ay, that there was, mine host; one, that hath taught me more wit, than ever I learned before in my life and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning.


Bard. Out, alas, sir! cozenage! mere cozenage! Host. Where be my horses? speak well of them, varletto!

Bard. Run away with the cozeners! for so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off, from behind one of them, in a slough of mire; and set spurs, and away, like threeGerman devils, three doctor Faustuses. Host. They are gone but to meet the duke, villain: do not say, they be fled; Germans are honest men. Enter Sir HUGH EVANS.

Eva. Where is mine host? Host. What is the matter, sir? Eva. Have a care of your entertainments: there is a friend of mine come to town, tells me, there is three cousin germans, that has cozened all the hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of Colebrook, of horses and money. Itell you for good-will, look you: you are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-stogs; and 'tis not conveniend you should be cozened! Fare you well! [Exeunt.

Enter Doctor CAIUS.

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SCENE VI.-Another room in the Garter Inn. Enter FENTON and Host. Host. Master Fenton, talk not to me! my mind is heavy,I will give over all.

Fent. Yet hear me speak! Assist me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman, I'll give thee

A hundred pound in gold, more than your loss.
Host. I will hear you, master Fenton; and I will, at the
least, keep your counsel.

Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you
With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page;
Who,mutually, hath answer'd my affection
(So far forth as herself might be her chooser,)
Even to my wish: I have a letter from her
Of such contents as you will wonder at ;
The mirth whereof so larded with my matter,
That neither, singly, can be manifested,
Without the show of both;-wherein fat Falstaff
Hath a great scene: the image of the jest

[Showing the letter.
I'll show you here at large. Hark, good mine host!
To-night at Herne's oak, just 'twixt twelve and one,
Must my sweet Nan present the fairy queen;
The purpose why, is here; in which disguise,
While other jests are something rank on foot,
Her father hath commanded her to slip
Away with Slender, and with him at Eton
Immediately to marry: she hath consented:

Caius. Vere is mine host de Jarterre? Host. Here, master doctor, in perplexity, and doubt-Now, sir, ful dilemma.


Caius. I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a me, dat you make grand preparation for a duke de Jarmany :by my trot, dere is no duke, dat de court is know to come: I tell you for good vill: adieu ! [Exit. Host. Hue and cry, villain, go!-assist me, knight; am undone:-fly, run, hue and cry, villain! I am undone! [Exeunt Host and Bardolph. Fal. I would, all the world might be cozened; for I have been cozened, and beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the court, how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat, drop by drop, and liquor fishermen's boots with me; I warrant, they would whip me with their fine wits, till I were as crestfallen as a dried pear. I never prospered, since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.— Enter Mistress QUICKLY. Now! whence come you?

Quick. From the two parties, forsooth. Fal. The devil take one party, and his dam the other, and so they shall be both bestowed! I have suffered more for their sakes, more, than the villainous inconstancy of man's disposition is able to bear. Quick. And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant; speciously one of them; mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white spot

about her.

Fal. What tell'st thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; and I was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brentford; but that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, delivered me, the knave constable had set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a witch.

Her mother, even strong against that match,
And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed,
That he shall likewise shuffle her away,
While other sports are tasking of their minds,
And at the deanery, where a priest attends,
Straight marry her to this her mother's plot
She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath
Made promise to the doctor. -Now, thus it rests:
Her father means, she shall be all in white;
And in that habit, when Slender sees his time
To take her by the hand, and bid her go,
She shall go with him:- her mother hath intended,
The better to denote her to the doctor,
(For they must all be mask'd and vizarded,)
That, quaint in green, she shall be loose enrob'd,
With ribbands pendant, flaring 'bout her head;
And when the doctor spies his vantage ripe,
To pinch her by the hand, and, on that token,
The maid hath given consent to go with him.
Host. Wich means she to deceive? father or mother?
Fent. Both, my good host, to go along with me:
And here it rests,—that you'll procure the vicar
To stay for me at church, 'twixt twelve and one,
And, in the lawful name of marrying,
To give our hearts united ceremony.
Host. Well, husband your device; I'll to the vicar:
Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest.
Fent. So shall I evermore be bound to thee;
Besides, I'll make a present recompense.


SCENEI.-A room in the Garter Inn.


Enter FALSTAFF and Mrs QUICKLY. Fal. Pr'ythee, no more prattling;-go--I'll hold: this is the third time; Ihope, good luck lies in odd

numbers. Away, go; they say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. — Away. Quick. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns.

Fal. Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince! [Exit Mrs Quickly.

Enter FORD. How now, master Brook ? Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the park about midnight, atHernes' oak, and you shall see wonders. Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed?

Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man: but I came from her, master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you. He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man,master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am in haste; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford; on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand.-Follow; strange things in hand, niaster Brook! follow. [Exeunt.

parts: be pold,I pray you; follow me into the pit, and
when I give you the watch'ords, do as I pid you; come
come; trib, trib.

SCENE V.- Another part of the Park.
Enter FALSTAFF disguised, with a buck's head on.
Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the mi-
nute draws on. Now, the hot-blooded gods assist me!
-Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa;
love set on thy horns.-O,powerful love! that,in some
respects, makes a beast a man; in some other, a man
a beast.-You were also, Jupiter, a swan, for the love
of Leda;—0, omnipotent love! how near the god drew
to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in
the form of a beast ;-0, Jove,a beastly fault! and then
another fault in the semblance of a fowl; think on't,
Jove; a foul fault. When gods have hot backs, what
shall poor men do ? For me, I am here a Windsor stag,
and the fattest, I think, i' the forest: send me a cool
rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss my tallow?
Who comes here? my doe?


SCENE II.-Windsor Park. Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Page.Comc,come; we'll couch i' the castle-ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.-Remember, son Slender, my daughter.

Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and we have a nay-word, how to know one another. I come to her in white, and cry, mum; she cries, budget; and by

that we know one another.

Shal. That's good too: but what needs either your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher her well enough. It hath struck ten o'clock.

Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil,and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away; follow me! [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The street in Windsor. Enter Mrs PAGE, Mrs FORD, and Dr CAIUS. Mrs Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in green: when you see your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch it quickly! Go before into the park; we two must go together. Caius. I knew vat I have to do; adieu! Mrs Page. Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius.]-My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying my daughter but 'tis no matter; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heartbreak.

Mrs Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of fairies? and the Welch devil, Hugh?

Mrs Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.

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.

Mrs Ford. We'll betray him finely.

Mrs Page. Against such lewdsters, and their lechery,
Those that betray them do no treachery.
Mrs Ford. The hour draws on; to the oak, to the oak!

SCENE IV.-Windsor Park.
Enter Sir HUGH EVANS, and Fairies.


Enter Mrs FORD and Mrs Page. Mrs Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my deer? my male deer? Fal. My doe with the black scut? - Let the sky rain potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green Sleeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here. [Embracing her.

Mrs Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart.
Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: I
will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fel-
low of this walk, and my horns I bequeath to your hus-
bands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak I like Herne the
hunter?-Why,now is Cupid a child of conscience; he
makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!
[Noise within.

Mrs Page. Alas! what noise?
Mrs Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
Fal. What should this be?
Mrs Ford.

Mrs Page. Away, away.

[They run off.

Fal. I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he would never else cross me thus.

Enter Sir HUGH EVANS, like a satyr; Mrs QUICKLY, and
PISTOL; ANNE PAGE, as the Fairy Queen, attended by
her brother and others, dressed like Fairies, with
waxen tapers on their heads.

Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night,
You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,
Attend your office, and your quality! -
Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes!
Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys!
Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap:
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery.
Fal. They are fairies; he that speaks to them,shall die:
I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye.
[Lies down upon his face.

Eva. Where's Pede?—Go you, and where you find
a maid,

That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Raise up the organs of her fantasy,
Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;
But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and
Quick. About, about;

Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacredroom,
Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember your That it may stand till the perpetual doom,


In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour
With juice of balm, and every precious flower:
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest!
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring:
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,

In emerald tufts, flowers, purple, blue, and white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knight-hood's bending knee:
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; disperse! But, till 'tis one o' clock,
Our dance of custom, round about the oak
Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget!

Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set:

And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
To guide our measure round about the tree.
But, stay; Ismell a man of middle earth.

Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy! lest he transform meto a piece of cheese!

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

Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end: If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,

And turn him to no pain; but if he start,

It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

Pist. A trial, come.

Eva. Come, will this wood take fire?

Fal. Oh, oh, oh!

[They burn him with their tapers.

Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:
And as you trip, still piuch him to your time.

to master Brook: his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Mrs Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again, but I will always count you my deer.

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are extant. Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers drove the grossness of the foppery into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now,how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employment! Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, aud fairies will not pinse you.

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you. Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her in good English.

Fal.Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it,that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welch goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'tis time I were choaked with a piece of toasted cheese.

Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly is all putter.

Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking, through the realm.

Mrs Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight?

Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax?
Mrs Page. A puffed man?

Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails? iniquity.


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Kindled with unchaste desire,

Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,

As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villainy;

Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine be out. During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Doctor Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; Slender another way, and takes off a fairy in white: and Fenton comes, and "teals away Mrs Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises.

Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs PAGE, and Mrs FORD. They lay hold of him.

Page. Nay, do not fly! I think, we have watch'd you


Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn? Mrs Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest no higher!

Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town?

Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan?
Page. And as poor as Job?

Ford. And as wicked as his wife?

Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles, and prabbles? Fal.Well,I am your theme : you have the start of me ;I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welch flannel: ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me:use me as you will! Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander: over and above that you have suffered,I think,to repay that money will be a biting affliction.

Mrs Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make amends: Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Page. Yet be cheerfull, kuight: thou shalt eat a posset to-night at my house; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, master Slender hath married her daugther.

Mrs Page. Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page be my daugther, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. [Aside.

Enter SLENDer.

Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!

Page. Son! how now? how now, son? have you despatched?

Slen. Despatched! I'll make the best in Glocestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else. Page. Of what, son?

Ford. Now, sir,who's a cuckold now?-Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are his Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne horns, master Brook: and, master Brook, he hath en- Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: if it had not been joyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cud-i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he gel, and twenty pounds of money; which must be paid should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been

Mrs Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid?

Fent. You do amaze her: hear the truth of it! You would have married her most shamefully, Where there was no proportion held in love. The truth is, She and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. The offence is holy, that she hath committed: And this deceit loses the name of craft, Of disobedience, or unduteous title; Since therein she doth evitate and shun A thousand irreligious cursed hours, Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. Ford. Stand not amazed; here is no remedy; In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy!


What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chas'd.

Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding.
Mrs Page. Well, I will muse no further: Master

Heaven give you many, many merry days!
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;
Sir John and all!

Ford. Let it be so!-Sir John,


ram a.


Cur. The hart.

Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a postmaster's boy.

Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl. If I had been married to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had him.

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments? Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, and she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy.

Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys?

Page. O, I am vexed at heart: what shall I do? Mrs Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and

there married.

Enter CAIUS.

Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am cozened. Mrs Page. Why, did you take her in green? Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise all Windsor. [Exit Caius. Ford. This is strange! Who hath got the right Anne? Page. My heart misgives me. Here comes master Fenton.


How now, master Fenton ?

Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother,pardon! To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; Page. Now, mistress? how chance you went not with For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. master Slender?


ORSINO, duke of Illyria.

Persons of the

SEBASTIAN, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea-captain, friend to Sebastian.
A Sea-captain, friend to Viola.

}gentlemen attending on the duke.

Sir TOBY BELCH, uncle of Olivia.

MALVOLIO, steward to Olivia.
FABIAN, servants to Olivia.

OLIVIA, a rich countess.

VIOLA, in love with the duke.
MARIA, Olivia's woman.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and
other Attendants.

SCENE,- -a city in Illyria; and the sea-coast near it.


SCENE I. - An apartment in the Duke's palace.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attend-

Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again; - it had a dying fall:
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough;
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
That, nothwithstanding thy capacity

no more;

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord?
Duke. What, Curio?

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought, she purged the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.
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Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain ;
Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, And though that nature with a beauteous wall
But from her handmaid do return this answer: Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
The element itself, till seven years heat,

I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
Shall not behold her face at ample view;

With this thy fair and outward character. But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,

I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
And water once a-day her chamber round

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid
With eye-offending brine: all this, to season For such disguise as, haply, shall become
A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke;
And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him,
Duke. 0, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

And speak to him in many sorts of music,
How will she love, when the rich golden shaft That will allow me very worth his service.
Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else

What else may hap, to time I will commit;
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be:
(Her sweet perfections) with one self-king!

When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see!
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers !

Vio. I thank thee. Lead me on!

(Exeunt. Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers.

[Exeunt. SCENE III. A room in Olivia's house.
SCENE II. - The Sea-coast.

Enter Sir Toby Bench, and Maria.
Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.

Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the
Vio. What country, friends, is this?

death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy Cap. Illyria, lady.

to life. Vio. And what should I do in Illyria?

Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in ear My brother he is in Elysium.

lier o’nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exPerchance he is not drown'd.-What think you, sailors? ceptions to your ill hours. Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may| Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the he be.

modest limits of order. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, Sir. To. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer than I Assure yourself, after our ship did split,

am : these clothes are good enough to drink in, and so When you, and that poor number saved with you,

be these boots too; an they be not, let them hang Hung an our driving boat, I saw your brother, themselves in their own straps. Most provident in peril, bind himself

Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: I (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)

heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish To a strong mast that lived upon the sea;

knight that

you brought in one night here to be her Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,

Sir. To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? So long as I could see.

Mar. Ay, he. V'io. For saying so, there's gold:

Sir To. He's as talla man as any's in Illyria. Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

Mar. What's that to the purpose? Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

Sir. To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year.
The like of him. Know'st thou this country?

Mar. Ay; but he'll have but a year in all these du-
Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born
Notthree hours travel from this very place.

cats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.

Sir. To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o' the Vio. Who governs here?

viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages, Cap. A noble duke, in nature,

word for word, without book, and hath all the good As in his name.

gifts of nature. Vio. What is his name?

Mar. He hath, indeed, -almost natural: for, besides Cap. Orsino.

that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; and, but that Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name him:

he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in He was a bachelor then.

quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would Cap. And so is now,

quickly have the gift of a grave. Or was so very late; for but a month

Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and subAgo I went from lience; and then 'twas fresh

stractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Iu murmur, (as, you know, what great oncs do,

Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly The less will prattle of,) that he did seek

in your company. The love of fair Olivia.

Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink Vio. What's she?

to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count,

drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a coystril, that That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her will not drink to my niece, till his brains turn o' the In the protection of his son, her brother,

toe like a parish top. What, wench? Castiliano Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,

vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face. They say, she hath abjured the company And sight of men.

Enter Sir Andrew AGUE-CHEEK. Vio. O, that I served that lady:

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby Belch? And might not be delivered to the world,

Sir To. Sweet sir Audrew ! Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew ! What my estate is.

Mar. And you too, sir! Cap. That were hard to compass;

Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost! Because she will admit no kind of suit,

Sir And. What's that? No, not the duke's.

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.

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