get, as Ann to her in whitughter by

but a posrand I had 4, and cried

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 cried mum, and she cried budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master'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.

Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. How now, master Fenton ?

Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon!

Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went not with master Slender ?

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.

VOL. I. — 13 .

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 eschewed, must be embraced.

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding.

Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further:- Master Fenton,
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,
To master Brook you yet shall hold your word;
For he to-night shall lie with mistress Ford.

[Exeunt.

Giocayen give ywell, I will mus Plums at your

TWELFTH NIGHT;

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

ENT

ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.
SEBASTIAN, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a Sea Captain, Friend to Sebastian.
A Sea Captain, Friend to Viola.

NE, } Genilemen attending on the Duke.
CURIO,
SiR TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia.
SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK.
MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.
FABIAN, Servants to Olivia.
CLOWN, S

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.

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TWELFTH NIGHT;

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

ACT I.
SCENE I. An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.
Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords ; Musicians attending.

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 :
0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odor. — Enough; no more;
'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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 ?
Cur.

The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Methought she purged the air of pestilence; That instant was I turned into a hart; And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, E’er since pursue me. — How now? what news from her?

Enter VALENTINE. Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, But from her handmaid do return this answer:

ne eyes ced the aircoot hart ; nds,