hell on fire; he would never else cross me But, stay; I smell a man of middle-earth. thus. Enter SIR HUGH EVANS, like a Satyr; PISTOL as Anne. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, Pist. Elves, list your names: silence, you 48 Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. 72 Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out: Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth. Anne. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end: Eva. 92 Come, will this wood take fire? [They burn him with their tapers. Fal. Oh, oh, oh! Anne. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! 96 About him, fairies, sing a scornful rime; SONG. Fie on sinful fantasy! Fed in heart, whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. 104 Pinch him for his villany; Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, During this song,the Fairies pinch FALSTAFF. See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes Ford. Now sir, who's a cuckold now? Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; 80 here are his horns, Master Brook: and, Master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be paid too, Master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, Master Brook. 121 And twenty glow-worms shall our lanthorns be, 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 over and above that you have suffered, I think, deer. 125 to repay that money will be a biting affliction. Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make amends; an ass. Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. 184 Ford. Well, here's my hand: all is forgiven at last. Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: 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 daughter. 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 rime and reason, that they were fairies. See now how wit may be Mrs. Page. [Aside.] Doctors doubt that: if made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employ-Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this Doctor Caius' wife. ment! Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. 140 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.145 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 Welsh goat too? shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'Tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese. Eva. Seese is not goot to give putter: your pelly is all putter. 153 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. 157 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? 164 Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails? 168 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? 173 Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel. Ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use me as you will. 177 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: Enter SLENDER. 193 Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. How now, Master Fenton! Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon! 240 Page. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with Master Slender? Mrs. Page. Why went you not with Master Doctor, maid? 244 Fent. You do amaze her: hear the truth of it. Page. Well, what remedy?-Fenton, heaven give thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac❜d. Heaven give you many, many merry days! To Master Brook you yet shall hold your word; 252 For he to-night shall lie with Mistress Ford. 272 [Exeunt. Ang. Always obedient to your Grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. Duke. Angelo, Enter DUKE, ESCALUS, Lords, and Attendants. There is a kind of character in thy life, Duke. Escalus. Escal. My lord? Duke. Of government the properties to unfold, Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse, 12 28 That, to th' observer doth thy history But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends 36 We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice 24 Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition 53 Ang. As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; I'll privily away: I love the people, 68 But do not like to stage me to their eyes. Duke. I thank you. Fare you well. [Exit. 80 Ang. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Second Gent. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free. Lucio. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to Second Gent. To what, I pray? 49 Second Gent. To three thousand dolours a SCENE II.-A Street. [Exeunt. First Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; but thou art full of error: I am sound. 57 Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; impiety has made a feast of thee. Enter MISTRESS OVERDONE. 61 |