Is nor of heav'n nor earth, for these are pleas'd; Pro: Look to the boy. [Swoons. Val. Why, boy? how now? what's the matter? look up; speak. Jul. O good Sir, my mafter charg'd me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which out of my neglect, was never done. Pro. Where is that ring, boy? Jul. Here 'tis: this is it. Pro. How? let me fee: This is the ring I gave to Julia. Jul. Oh, cry you mercy, Sir, I have miftook; This is the ring you fent to Silvia. Pro. How cam'ft thou by this ring? at my depart I gave this unto Julia. Ful. And Julia her felf did give it me. And Julia her felf hath brought it hither. Pro. How, Julia? Jul. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, How oft haft thou with perjury cleft the root on't? Be thou afham'd that I have took upon me Such an immodeft raiment, if fhame live It is the leffer blot modefty finds, Women to change their fhapes, than men their minds. Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true; oh heav'n! were But conftant, he were perfect; that one error [man Fills (a) This paffage either hath been much fophifticated or is one great proof that the main parts of this Play did not proceed from Shakespear: for it is impoffible He could make Valentine act and speak fo much out of characters or give to Silvia fo unnatural a behaviour as to take no notice of this frange declaration if it had been made. 8 cleft the root ? Fills him with faults, makes him run through all fins: Inconftancy falls off ere it begins. What is in Silvia's face but I may spy More fresh in Julia's with a conftant eye? Enter Duke, Thurio, and Out-laws. Out. A prize, a prize, a prize! Val. Forbear, forbear, it is my lord the Duke. Your Grace is welcome to a man difgrac'd, The banish'd Valentine. Duke. Sir 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; - 9 'but once again, Take but poffeffion of her with a touch; Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou, I do applaud thy fpirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an Emprefs' love: P Cancel Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, To grant one boon that I fhall ask of you. Duke. I grant it for thine own, whate'er it be. Duke. Thou haft prevail'd, I pardon them and thee; Val. And as we walk along, I dare be bold With our difcourfe to make your Grace to fmile. What think you of this page, my lord? Duke. I think the boy hath grace in him, he blushes.. Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pafs along, That done, our day of marriage fhall be yours, [Exeunt omnes SIR John Falstaff. Fenton, a young gentleman of fmall Fortune, in love with Mrs. Anne Page. Shallow, a Country Justice. Slender, Coufin to Shallow, a foolish Country Squire. Mr. Page, Mr. Ford, two Gentlemen, dwelling at Windfor. Sir Hugh Evans, a Welch Parfon. Dr. Caius, a French Doctor. Host of the Garter, a merry talking Fellow. Bardolph, Pistol, Nym, } Sharpers attending on Falstaff. Robin, Page to Falstaff. William Page, a Boy, Son to Mr. Page. Simple, Servant to Slender. Rugby, Servant to Dr. Caius. Mrs. Page, Wife to Mr. Page. Mrs. Ford, Wife to Mr. Ford. Mrs. Anne Page, Daughter to Mr. Page, in love with Fenton. Mrs. Quickly, Servant to Dr. Caius, Servants to Page, Ford, &c. SCENE Windfor. THE |