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Quick. I'll provide you a chain, and I'll do what I Those that betray them do no treachery. can to get you a pair of horns.
Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on: to the oak, to the Fal. Away, I say; time wears; hold up your head, oak !
Exeunt. and mince.
[Exit Mrs. QUICKLY. Enter FORD.
SCENE IV.-Windsor Park. How now, master Brook! Master Brook, the matter
Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies. will be known to-night or never. Be you in the Park Eva. Trib, trib, fairies : come; and remember your about midnight, at Herne's oak, and you shall see parts. Be pold, I pray you; follow me into the pit, wonders.
and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I pid you. Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you Come, come; trib, trib.
[Exeunt. told me you had appointed ?
SCENE V.-Another Part of the Park. Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man; but I came from her, master Brook, Enter FALSTAFF, disguised, with a Buck's Head on. like a poor old woman. That same knave, Ford her Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, minute draws on. Now, the hot-blooded gods assist master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell me !-remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Eu. you..He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; ropa; love set on thy horns.-0 powerful love! that, for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not in some respects, makes a beast a man, in some other, Goliah with a weaver's beam, because I know also, a man a beast.—You were also, Jupiter, a swan, for life is a shuttle. I am in haste: go along with me; the love of Leda : 0, omnipotent love! how near the I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since I plucked geese, god drew to the complexion of a goose !-A fault done played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what it first in the form of a beast ;-0 Jove, a beastly fault! was to be beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you and then another fault in the semblance of a fowl : strange things of this knave Ford, on whom to-night I think on’t, Jove; a foul fault. When gods have hot will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here hand. --Follow. Strange things in hand, master Brook: a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest :
Exeunt. send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to
piss my tallow? Who comes here ? my doe ?
Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. PAGE.
Mrs. Ford, Sir John ? art thou there, my deer ? my
rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of “Green Slen. Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and we Sleeves ;" hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes ; let have a nay-word, how to know one another. I come there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me to her in white, and cry mum;" she cries, “budget,” here.
[Embracing her. and by that we know one another.
| Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweetShal. That's good too; but what needs either your heart. "mum," or her budget?" the white will decipher her Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: well enough.-It hath struck ten o'clock.
I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man husbands. Am I a woodman ? ha! Speak I like means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by Herne the hunter ? -_Why, now is Cupid a child of his horns. Let's away; follow me.
[Exeunt. conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome.
[Noise within. SCENE III.-- The Street in Windsor.
Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ? Enter Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. Caius. Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins! Mrs. Page. Master Doctor, my daughter is in green:/ Fal. What should this be? when you see your time, take her by the hand, away | Mrs, Ford. Le with her to the deanery, and dispatch it quickly. Go Mrs. Page. A
[They run off. before into the park: we two must go together.
Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, Caius. I know vat I have to do. Adieu.
lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. (Exit Caius.] My would never else cross me thus.. husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Fal- Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a Satyr; Mrs. QUICKLY, staff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying my and PISTOL; ANNE Page, as the Fairy Queen, atdaughter : but 't is no matter; better a little chiding, tended by her brother and others, dressed like fairies, than a great deal of heart-break.
with waxen tapers on their heads. Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of Queen. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, fairies ? and the Welch devil, Evans ?2
You moonshine revellers, and shades of night, Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very Attend your office, and your quality. instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy 0-yes. display to the night.
Pist. Elves, list your names : silence, you airy toys! Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. Cricket, to Windsor chimneys when thoust leapt, 4
Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept, if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked. There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely.
Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery. Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their Fal. They are fairies; hé, that speaks to them, lechery,
[To himself. 1 Walk (mincingly.) 2 Hugh: in f. e. 3 Buck sent for a bribe. 4 shalt thou leap. 5 Not in f. e.
shall die :
I'll wink and couch. No man their works must eye. Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. FORD. They [Lies down upon his face.
"lay hold of him. Eva. Where's Bead ?--Go you, and where you find Page. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have match'd a maid,
you now. That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Rousel up the organs of her fantasy,
Mrs. Page. I pray you come ; hold up the jest no Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;
higher. But those that? sleep, and think not on their sins, Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives ? Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins. See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes Queen. About, about !
Become the forest better than the town? Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:
Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now !Master Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room, Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
his horns, master Brook : and, master Brook, he hath In state as wholesome, as in state 't is fit;
enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be The several chairs of order look you scour
paid to master Brook: his horses are arrested for it, With juice of balm, and every precious flower : master Brook. Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill-luck; we could With loyal blazon, ever more be blest !
never meet. I will never take you for my love again, And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
but I will always count you my deer. Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring :
Fal. I do begin to perceive, that I am made an ass. Th' expressure that it bears, green let it be,
Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
extant. And, Honi soit qui mal y pense, write,
Fal. And these are not fairies! I was three or four In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white; times in the thought, they were not fairies; and yet Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a reFairies, use flowers for their charactery.
ceived belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and Away! disperse! but, till 't is one o'clock,
reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may Our dance of custom, round about the oak
be made a Jack-a-lent, when 't is upon ill employment! Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.
Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your Eva. Lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set; desires, and fairies will not pinse you. And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. To guide our measure round about the tree.
Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you. But, stay! I smell a man of middle earth.
Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest art able to woo her in good English. he transform me to a piece of cheese! [To himself. Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd4 even in thy that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching birth.
as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat too ? shall Queen. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end : I have a coxcomb of frize ?4 T is time I were choked If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,
with a piece of toasted cheese. And turn him to no pain ; but if he start,
Eva. Seese is not good to give putter: your pelly is It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.
all putter. Pist. A trial! come.
Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at Eva.
Come, will this wood take fire ? the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This
[They burn him with their tapers. is enough to be the decay of lust, and late-walking, Fal. Oh, oh, oh!
through the realm. Queen. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme;
would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.” and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple : Song, by one.
to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our Fie on sinful fantasy !
delight? Fie on lust and luxury !
Ford. What, a hog-pudding ? a bag of flax ? Lust is but a bloody fire,
Mrs. Page. A puffed man ? Kindled with unchaste desire,
Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails ? Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire,
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 Pinch him for his villainy;
sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ?
Till candles, and star-light, and moon-shine bé out. Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start of During this song, the fairies pinch FALSTAFF: Doctor me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welch
CAIUS comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; flannel. Ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use SLENDER another way, and takes off a fairy in white; me as you will. and FENTON comes, and steals away ANNE PAGE. A Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's head, and rises. whom you should have been a pander: over and above
1 raise : in f.e 2 as: in f.e. 3 Not in f. e. lecheries and iniquity. 6 A fool's cap of frieze.
6 Malone adds, from the quarto :-Eva. It is right, indeed, he is full of
that you have suffered, I think, to repay that money | Caius. Ay, by gar, and 't is a boy : by gar, I'll raise will be a biting affliction.
[Exit Caius, Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a posol Ford. This is strange. Who hath got the right Anne ? set to-night at my house ; where I will desire thee to Page. My heart misgives me. Here comes master laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, Fenton. master Slender hath married her daughter.
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that : if Anne Page be my How now, master Fenton!
[They kneel. daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. [Aside. Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon. Enter SLENDER, crying.
Page. Now, mistress; how chance you went not Slen. Whoo, ho! ho ! father Page!
with master Slender ? Page. Son, how now! how now, son! have you Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, despatched ?
maid ? Slen. Despatched !--I'll make the best in Glouces- Fent. You do amaze her: hear the truth of it. tershire know on’t; would I were hanged, la, else. You would have married her most shamefully, Page. Of what, son ?
Where there was no proportion held in love. Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: if it had not Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us. been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he The offence is holy that she hath committed ; should have swinged me. If I did not think it had And this deceit loses the name of craft, been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 't is a Of disobedience, or unduteous guile, post-master's boy.
Since therein she doth evitate and shun Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. A thousand irreligious cursed hours,
Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. when I took a boy for a girl : if I had been married Ford. Stand not amaz’d: here is no remedy.to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state : have had him.
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell Fal. I am glad, though you have ta’en a special you, how you should know my daughter by her gar- stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. ments ?
Page. Well, what remedy ? Fenton, heaven give Slen. I went to her in white, and cried "mum,"
thee joy. and she cried “budget," as Anne and I had appointed ;/What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd. and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of
chas'd. your purpose ; turned my daughter into green; and, Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no farther.-Master indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and
Fenton, there married.
Heaven give you many, many merry days.
Good husband, let us every one go home,
To master Brook you yet shall hold your word ; Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green? For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. [Exeunt.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
VINCENTIO, the Duke.
FROTH, a foolish Gentleman. ANGELO, the Deputy.
Clown. ESCALUS, an ancient Lord.
ABHORSON, an Executioner.
BARNARDINE, a dissolute Prisoner.
ISABELLA, sister to Claudio.
MARIANA, betrothed to Angelo.
JULIET, beloved of Claudio.
FRANCISCA, a Nun.
MISTRESS OVER-DONE, a Bawd.
Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do,
Not light them for ourselves; for if our virtues
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, Escal. My lord.
But to fine issues; nor nature never lends
Both thanks and use". But I do bend my speech
Hold, therefore, Angelo : [Tendering his commission..
Mortality and mercy in Vienna For common justice, y are as pregnant in
Live in thy tongue and heart. Old Escalus, As art and practice hath enriched any
Though first in question, is thy secondary : That we remember. There is our commission, Take thy commission.
[Giving it." [Giving it. Ang.
Now, good my lord
Be stamp'd upon it.
No more evasion: Elected him our absence to supply,
We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Lent him our terror, drest him with our love,
Proceeded to you; therefore, take your honours. And given his deputation all the organs
Our haste from hence is of so quick condition, Of our own power. What think you of it?
That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestion'd Escal. If any in Vienna be of worth
Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, To undergo such ample grace and honour,
As time and our concernings shall importune,
How it goes with us; and do look to know,
What doth befall you here. So, fare you well :
To the hopeful execution do I leave you
Yet, give leave, my lord, Duke.
That we may bring you something on the way. There is a kind of character in thy life,
Duke. My haste may not admit it; That, to th' observer, doth thy history
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
With any scruple: your scope is as mine own, Are not thine own so proper, as to waste
So to enforce, or qualify the laws Thyself upon thy virtues, them on thee.
| As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand. 1 put : in f. e. 2 that: in f. e. 3 as your worth is able : in f.e. 4 Not in f. e. 5 interest. 6 7 Not in f. e.
I'll privily away: I love the people,
2 Gent. To what, I pray ? But do not like to stage me to their eyes.
Lucio. Judge. Though it do well, I do not relish well
2 Gent. To three thousand dollars” a-year. Their loud applause, and aves vehement,
1 Gent. Ay, and more. Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
Lucio. A French crown more. That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
2 Gent. Thou art always figuring diseases in me; Ang. The heavens give safety to your purposes ! but thou art full of error : I am sound.
Escal. Lead forth, and bring you back in happi- | Lucio. Nay, not as one would say, healthy, but so ness!
sound as things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow; Duke. I thank you. Fare you well.
Exit. impiety has made a feast of thee. Escal. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave
Enter Bawd. To have free speech with you; and it concerns me 1 Gent. How now? Which of your hips has the most To look into the bottom of my place : .
profound sciatica ? A power I have, but of what strength and nature Bawd. Well, well; there's one yonder arrested, and I am not yet instructed.
carried to prison, was worth five thousand of you all. Ang. 'Tis so with me. Let us withdraw together, 2 Gent. Who's that, I pray thee? And we, may soon our satisfaction have
Bawd. Marry, sir, that's Claudio; signior Claudio. Touching that point.
1 Gent. Claudio to prison ! 't is not so. Escal. I'll wait upon your honour. [Exeunt. Bawd. Nay, but I know,'t is so ; I saw him arrested ; SCENE II.-A Street.
saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these
three days his head is to be chopped off. Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen.
Lucio. But, after all this fooling, I would not have Lucio. If the duke, with the other dukes, come not it so. Art thou sure of this ? to composition with the king of Hungary, why then, Bawd. I am too sure of it; and it is for getting all the dukes fall upon the king.
madam Julietta with child. 1 Gent. Heaven grant us its peace, but not the king Lucio. Believe me, this may be: he promised to of Hungary's!
meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in 2 Gent. Amen.
promise-keeping. Lucio. Thou concludest like the sanctimonious pirate, 2 Gent. Besides, you know, it draws something near that went to sea with the ten commandments, but to the speech we had to such a purpose. scraped one out of the table.
1 Gent. But most of all, agreeing with the proclama2 Gent. Thou shalt not steal?
tion. Lucio. Ay, that he razed.
Lucio. Away: let's go learn the truth of it. 1 Gent. Why ?i 'T was a commandment to command
[Exeunt LUCIO and Gentlemen. the captain and all the rest from their functions: they Bawd. Thus, what with the war, what with the put forth to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, in the thanksgiving before meat, doth relish the peti- I am custom-shrunk. How now ? what's the news tion well that prays for peace.
with you? 2 Gent. I never heard any soldier dislike it.
Enter Clown. Lucio. I believe thee; for, I think, thou never wast Clo. Yonder man is carried to prison. where grace was said.
Bawd. Well : what has he done? 2 Gent. No ? a dozen times at least.
Clo. A woman. 1 Gent. What, in metre ?
Bawd. But what's his offence ? Luicio. In any proportion, or in any language.
Clo. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. 1 Gent. I think, or in any religion.
Bawd. What, is there a maid with child by him ? Lucio. Ay; why not? Grace is grace, despite of all Clo. No; but there's a woman with maid by him. controversy: as for example; thou thyself art a wicked You have not heard of the proclamation, have you? villain, despite of all grace.
Bawd. What proclamation, man? 1 Gent. Well, there went but a pair of sheers be- Clo. All bawdy4 houses in the suburbs of Vienna tween us.
must be pluck'd down. Lucio. I grant; as there may between the lists and Bawd. And what shall become of those in the the velvet: thou art the list.
city ? : 1 Gent. And thou the velvet ? thou art good velvet :/ Clo. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down thou art a three-pil'd piece, I warrant thee. I had as too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. lief be a list of an English kersey, as be pil'd, as thou Bawd. But shall all our houses of resort in the art pil'd, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly suburbs be pull'd down? now?
Clo. To the ground, mistress. Lucio. I thing thou dost; and, indeed, with most) Bawd. Why, here's a change, indeed, in the compainful feeling of thy speech: I will, out of thine own monwealth! What shall become of me? confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst Il Clo. Come; fear not you: good counsellors lack no live, forget to drink after thee.
clients : though you change your place, you need not 1 Gent. I think, I have done myself wrong, have I change your trade; I'll be your tapster still. Courage ! not?
there will be pity taken on you; you that have worn 2 Gent. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art your eyes almost out in the service : you will be containted, or free.
sidered. Lucio. Behold, behold, where madam Mitigation Bawd. What's to do here, Thomas Tapster ? Let's comes !
withdraw. 1 Gent. I have purchased as many diseases under Clo. Here comes signior Claudio, led by the provost her roof, as come to
I to prison ; and there's madam Juliet. [Exeunt. 1 Mr. Dyce removes the interrogation (?) giving why an emphatic sense only. 2 A quibble upon dolours. 3 4 Not in f. e.