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Because I love him, I must pity him.

Jul. She hath been fairer, madam, than she is: Thus 11 gave him, when he parted from me, When she did think my master loved her well, To bind him to remeinber my good will:

She, in my judgment, was as fair as you;
And now ain I (unhappy messenger)

But since she did neglect her looking-glass,
To plead for that which I would not obtain; And threw her sun-expelling mask away,
To carry that which I would have refus d; The air bath starv'd the roses in her cheeks,
To praise his faith, which I would have disprais d. And pinch'd the lily-tincture of her face,
I an my master's true contirmed love;

That now she is become as black as I.
But cannot be true servant to my master,

Sil. How tall was she? Unless I prove false traitor to myself.

Jul. About my stature : for at Pentecost, Yet I will woo for him ; but yet so coldly,

When all our pageants of delight were play'd, As, heaven it knows, I would not have him speed. Our youth got me to play the woman's part, Enter Silvia attended.

And'I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown;

Which served me as fit, by all men's judgment, Gentlewoman, good day! I pray you, be my mean As if the garment had been made for me: To bring me where to speak with madam silvia. Therefore I know she is about my height.

Sil. What would you with her, if that I be she? And, at that time, I made her weep a-good,

Jul. If you be she, I do entreat your patience For I did play a lamentable part: To hear mc speak the message I am sent on. Madam, 'twas Ariadne, passioning Sil. From whom?

For Theseus' perjury, and unjust flight; Jul. From my master, sir Proteus, madam Which I so lively acted with my tears, Sil. 0! - he sends you for a picture?

That my poor mistress, moved therewithal, Jul. Ay, madam.

Wept bitterly; and, would I might be dead, Sil. Ursula, bring my picture there.

If I in thought felt not her very sorrow!

[Picture brought. Sil. She is beholden to thee, gentle youth!Go, give your master this: tell him from me, Alas, poor lady! desolate and left! One Julia that his changing thoughts forget, I weep myself to think upon thy words. Would better fit his chamber than this shadow. Here, youth, there is my purse; I give thee this

Jul. Madam, please you peruse this letter.- For thy sweet mistress' sake, because thou lov'st her. Pardon me, inadam; I have unadvis'd


[Erit Silvia. Deliver'd you a paper that I should not;

Jul. And she shall thank you for t, if e'er you This is the letter to your ladyship.

know her.-Sil. I pray thee, let me look on that again. A virtuous gentlewoman, mild, and beautiful. Jul. It may not be; good madam, pardon me. I hope my master's suit will be but cold, Sil. There, hold,

Since she respects my mistress' love so much. I will not look upon your master's lines:

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!
I know they are stuild with protestations, Here is her picture: Let me see; I think,
And full of new-lound oaths; which he will break If I had such a tire, this face of mine
As easily as I do tear his paper.

Were full as lovely as is this of hers:
Jul. Madam, he sends your ladyship this ring. And yet the painter Natter'd her a little,

Sil. The more shame for him that he sends it me: Unless I flatter with myself too much.
For I have heard him say a thousand times, Her hair is auburn, mine is perfect yellow:
His Julia gave it him at his departure:

If that be all the díflerence in his love,
Though his false finger hath profand the ring, I'll get me such a color'd periwig.
Mine shall not do his Julia so much wrong. Her eyes are grey as glass; and so are mine:
Jul. She thanks you.

Ay, but her forehead's low, and mine's as high. Sil. What say'st thou ?

What should it be, that he respects in her,
Jul. I thank you, madam, that you tender her: But I can make respective in myself,
Poor gentlewoman! my master wrongs her much. If this fond love were not a blinded god ?
Sil. Dost thou know her?

Come, shadow, come, and take this shadow up,
Jul. Almost as well as I do know myself. For 'tis thy rival. O thou senseless form,
To think upon her woes, I do protest,

Thou shalt be worshipp'd, kiss'd, lov'd, and ador'd; That I have wept a hundred several times.

And, were there sense in his idolatry, Sil. Belike, she thinks that Proteus hath forsook My substance should be statue in thy stead. her.

I'll use thee kindly for thy mistress' sake, Jul I think she doth, and that's her cause of That usd nie so; or else, by Jove I vow, sorrow,

I should have scratch'd out your unseeing eyes, Sil. Is she not passing fair ?

To make my master out of love with thee. (Exit.



SCENE I.-The same. An Abbey.

Egl. The sun begins to gild the western

sky; And now,

it is about the very hour
That Silvia, at Patrick's cell, should meet me.
She will not fail; for lovers break not hours,
Unless it boto come before their time;
So much they spur their expedition

Enter Silvia.
Sec, where she comes: Lady, a happy evening!

Sil. Amen, amen! go on, good' Eylamour!
Out at the postern by the abbey wall;
I fear I am attended by some spies.
Egl. Fear not: the forest is not three leagues

If we recover that, we are sure enough. (Exeunt.

SCENE II.-The same. An Apartment in the

Duke's Palace.
Enter THURIO, PROTEUS, and Julia.
Thu, Sir Proteus, what says Silvia to my suit?

Pro. O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.

Thi. What, that my leg is too long?
Pro. No; that it is too little.
Thu. I'll wear a boot to make it somewhat

Pro. But love will not be spurrd to what it loaths.
Thu. What says she to my face?
Pro. She says, it is a fair one.
Thu. Nay, then, the wanton lies; my face is black.
Pro. But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes,
Jul. "Tis true; such pearls as put out ladies' eyes.
3 Whitsuntide.

• In good earnest. s lead-dress.

. Own.

For I had rather wink than look on them. [ Aside. These are my mates, that make their wills their law, Thu. How likes she my discourse?

Have some unhappy passenger in chase : Pro. Ill, when you talk of war.

They love me well; yet I have much to do, Thu. But well, when I discourse of love, and to keep them from uncivil outrages. peace?

Withdraw thee, Valentine: who's this comes here? Jul. But better, indeed, when you hold your

(Steps aside. peace.

(Aside. Thu. What says she to my valor?

Pro. O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Jul. She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.

Pro. Madam, this service I have done for you,

(Aside. Though you respect not aught your servant doth,) Thu. What says she to my birth?

To hazard life, and rescue you from him Pro. That you are well derived.

That would have forc'd your honor and your love Jul. True; from a gentleman to a fool. (Aside. Vouchsafe me for my meed but one fair look; Thu. Considers she my possessions?

A smaller boon than this I cannot beg, Pro. 0, ay; and pities them.

And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give. Thu. Wherefore!

Val. How like a dream is this I see and hear! Jul. That such an ass should owe them. (Aside. Love, lend me patience to forbear a while. [Aside. Pro. That they are out by lease.

Sil. O miserable, unhappy that I am! Jul. Here comes the duke.

Pro. Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;

But, by my coming, I have made you happy. Enter DUKE.

Sil. By thy approach thou mak'st me most Duke. How now, sir Proteus ? how now, Thurio?

unhappy. Which of you saw sir Eglamour of late ?

Jul. And me, when he approacheth to your Thu. Not I.


(Aside. Pro. Nor I.

Sil. Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
Saw you my daughter?

I would have been a breakfast to the beast,


Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
Duke. Why, then, she's fled unto that peasant whose life's as tender to me as my soul;

O, heaven be judge how I love Valentine,
And Eglamour is in her company.

And full as much (for more there cannot be) "Tis truc; for friar Laurence met them both,

I do detest false perjurd Proteus; As he in penance wander'd through the forest:

Therefore beyone, solicit me no more. Him he knew well, and guess'd that it was she;

Pro. What dangerous action, stood it next to But, being mask'd, he was not sure of it:

death, Besides, she did intend confession

Would I not undergo for one calm look ? At Patrick's cell this even; and there she was not: 0, 'tis the curse in love, and still approv'd, 9 These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.

When women cannot love where they're belov'd. Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,

Sil. When Proteus cannot love where he's

belovod. But mount you presently; and meet with me Upon the rising of the mountain foot

Read over Julia's heart, thy first best love, That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled: For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith Despatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow

me. (Exit. Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths Thu. Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,

Descended into perjury, to love me. That flies her fortune when it follows her:

Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou hadst two, I'll after; more to be revenged on Eglamour,

And that's far worse than none; better have none Than for the love of reckless, Silvia. (Exit. Than plural faith, which is too much by one: Pro. And I will follow, more for Silvia's love,

Thou counterfeit to thy true friend! Than hate of Eglamour, that goes with her. (Exit.


In love, Jul. And I will follow, more to cross that love,

Who respects friend? Than hate for Silvia, that is gone for love. (Exit.


All men but Proteus.

Pro. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words SCENE III.- Fr tiers of Mantua. The Forest. Can no way change you to a milder form,

I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end;
Enter SILVIA and Outlaws.

And love you 'gainst the nature of love, force you. Out. Come, come;

Sil. O heaven! Be patient, we must bring you to our captain.


I'll force thee yield to my desire. Sil. A thousand more mischances than this one

Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch; Have learn'd me how to brook this patiently.

Thou friend of an ill fashion ! 2 Out. Come, bring her away.


Valentine ! i Out. Where is the gentleman that was with her?

Val. Thou common friend, that's without faith 3 Out. Being nimble-footed, he hath out-run us, (For such is a friend now.) treacherous man!

or love, But Moyses, and Valerius, follow him. Go thou with her to the west end of the wood,

Thou hast beguil'd my hopes; nought but mine eye There is our captain; we'll follow him that's 'fled; Could have persuaded me: Now I dare not say The thicket is beset, he cannot 'scape.

I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove mc. 1 Out. Come, I must bring you to our captain's Who should be trusted now, when one's right hand cave:

Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, Fear not; he bears an honorable mind,

I am sorry, I must never trust thee more, And will not use a woman lawlessly.

But count the world a stranger for thy sake. Sil. O Valentine, this I endure for thee! (Exeunt. The private wound is deepest : 0 time, most curst!

'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the worst!. SCENE IV.- Another part of the Forest. Pro. My shame and guilt confound me.Enter VALENTINE.

Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow

Be a sufficient ransom for offence. Val. How use doth breed a habit in a man! I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,

As e'er I did commit. I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:


Then I am paid;
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,

And once again I do receive thee honest :
And, to the nightingale's complaining notes, Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Tune my distresses, and record s my woes.

Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd; O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,

By penitence the Eternal's wrath's appeas'd: Leave not the mansion so long tenantless;

And, that my love may appear plain and free, Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall,

All that was mine in Silvia, I give thee. And leave no memory of what it was!

Jul. O me unhappy!

[Faints. Repair ine with thy presence, Silvia;

Pro. Look to the boy. Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain:- Val. Why, boy! why, wag! how now? what is What halloing, and what stir is this to-day ?

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Come not within the measure of my wrath:3 Jul.

( good sir, my master charg'd me Do not name Silvia thine ; if once again, To deliver a ring to madam Silvia;

Milan shall not behold thee. Here she stands Which, out of my neglect, was never done. Take but possession of her with a touch ;Pro. Where is that ring, boy?

I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.Jul.

Here 'tis : this is it. [Gives a ring. Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I; Pro. How! let me see :

I hold him but a fool, that will endanger
Why this is the ring I gave to Julia.

His body for a girl that loves him not:
Jul, 0, cry your mercy, sir, I have mistook ; I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.

Duke. The more degenerate and base art thou,

(Shows another ring. To make such means for her as thou hast done, Pro. But, how cam’st thou by this ring? at my And leave her on such slight conditions.depart,

Now, by the honor of my ancestry, I gave this unto Julia.

I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, Jul. And Julia herself did give it me;

And think thee worthy of an empress' love. And Julia herself hath brought it hither.

Know then, I here forget all former griets, Pro. How! Julia !

Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again.Jul. Behold her that gave aims to all thy oaths, Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart:

To which I thus subscribe, -- sir Valentine, How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ? Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd; () Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!

Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd lier. Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me

Val. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me Such an immodest raiment; if shame live

happy. In a disguise of love:

I now beseech you, for your daughter's sake, It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,

To grant one boon that I shall ask of you. Women to change their shapes, than men their Duke: I grant it, for thine own, whate er it be. minds.

Val. These banish'd inen, that I have kept withal, Pro. Than men their minds? 'tis true: O heaven! Are men endued with worthy qualities;

Forgive them what they have committed here, But constant, he were perfect: that one crror

And let then be recall from their exile : Fills him with faults; makes him run through all They are reformed, civil, full of good, sins :

And fit for great employment, worthy lord. Inconstancy falls off, ere it begins:

Duke. Thou hast prevailid: I pardon them, and What is in 'Silvia's face, but I may spy

thee; More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye ?

Dispose of them, as thou know'st their deserts. Val. Come, come, a hand from either :

Come, let us go; we will includes all jars Let me be blest to make this happy close; With triumphs, mirth, and rare solemnity: 'Tweru pity two such friends should be long foes. Val. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold, Pro. Bear witness, heaven, I have my wish for With our discourse to make your grace to smile: ever.

What think you of this page, my lord ? Jul. And I have mine.

Duke. I think the boy haih grace in him: he

blushes. Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and Thurio. Val. I warrant you, my lord; more grace than

boy. Out.

A prize, a prize, a prize! Duke. What mean you by that saying? Val. Forbear, I say ; it is iny lord the duke.

Val. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, Your grace is welcome to a man disgrac'd,

That you will wonder what hath fortuned. Banished Valentine.

Come, Proteus; 'tis your penance, but to hear Duke. Sir Valentine !

The story of your loves discovered: Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine. That done, our day of marriage shall be yours; Val Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death; One feast, one house, one mutual happiness. 1 Direction.

[Exeunt. An allusion to cleaving the pin in archery. * Length of my sword. Interest. Conclude.

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Robin, Page to Falstaff. FENTON.

SIMPLE, Servant to Slender.
SHALLOW, a country Justice.

RUGBY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
SLENDER, cousin to Shallow.
Mr. Fort,
MR. PAGE; } two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor. Mrs. Ford.

WILLIAM PAGE, a Boy, son to Mr. Page.
SIR HUGH Evans, a Welsh Parson.

Mrs. Anne Page, her Daughter, in we will

Dr. Calus, a Frinch Physician.
Host of the Garter Inn.

Mrs. QUICKLY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
PISTOL, Followers of Falstaff.

Servants to Page, Ford, 40.


SCENE, Windsor; and the parts adjacent.



SCENEI.- Windsor. Before Page's House. Eva. It is not meet the Council hear a riot; there

is no fear of Got in a riot; the Council, look you, Enter Justice ShaLLOW, SLENDER, and Siri Hugu shall desire to hear the fear of Got, and not to hear Evans.

a riot; take your vizaments in that. Shal. Sir Hugu, persuade me not; I will make

Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the a Star-chamber matter of it; if he were twenty sword should end it. sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shal.

Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, and low, esquire.

end it: and there is also another device in my prain, Slen.' In the county of Gloster, justice of peace,

which, peradventure, prings goot discretions with and coram.

it: There is Anne Page, which is daughter to Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum..

master George Page, which is pretty virginity. Slen. Ay, and ratolorum too ; and a gentleman and speaks small like a woman.

Slen. Mistress Anne Page! She has brown hair, born, master parson; who writes himself armigero; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armi- just as you will desire: and seven hundred pounds

Eva. It is that fery person for all the 'orld, as gero.

Shal. Ay, that we do: and have done any time of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, these three hundred years.

upon his death's bed (Got deliver to a joyfal resurSlen. All his successors, gone before him, have rections!) give, when she is able to overtake sevendo'ie't; and all his ancestors, ihat come after hiin, teen years old: it were a goot motion, if we leave may: they may give the dozen white luces in their our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage

between master Abraham and mistress Anne Page. Shal. It is an old coat.

Shal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred Eva. The dozen white louses do become an old pounds ? coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar

Eva. Ay,and her father is make her a petter penny. beast to man, and signifies — jove.

Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has Shul. The luce is the fresh tish; the salt fish is good gifts. an old coat.

Era. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, Slen I may quarter, coz?

is good gifts. Shn. You may, by marrying.

Shal. "Well, let us see honest master Page: 'Is Evt. It is inarring indeed, if he quarter it.

Falstaff there? Shal. Not a whit.

Eva. Shall I tell you a lie?. I do despise a liar,

1 Evu. Yes, py?r: lady; if he has a quarter of as I do despise one that is false; or as I despise

The knight, sir John, is there; your coat, there is but three skirts for yourself. in one that is not true. my simple conjectures: but this is all one: if Sir and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. John Falstaff have committed disparagements unto

I will peat the door (knocks for master Page. you, I am of the church, and will be glad to do my

What, hoa! pless your house here! benevolence, to make atonements and compromises

Enter PAGE.
between you.
Shal. The Council shall hear it; it is a riot. Page. Who's there !
A title formerly appropriated to chaplains.

Era. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, Custos Rotulorum. 3 By our.

• Adrisement.




and justice Shallow: and here young master Slen- Fal. Is this true, Pistol ?
der; that peradventures shall tell you another tale, Era. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
if matters grow to your likings.

Pist. Ha, thou mountain-foreigner! - Sir John, Page. I am glad to see your worships well: I

and master mine, thank you for my venison, master Shallow.

I combat challenge of this latten bilbo :3 Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you ; Much Word of denial in thy labras: here; good do it your good heart! I wished your venison Word of denial; froth and scum, thou liest. better; it was ill-killed:- How doth good mistress Slen. By these gloves, then 'twas he. Page!- and I love you always with my heart, la; Nym. Be advised, sir, and pass good humors: I with my heart.

will say, marry trap, with you if you run the nutPrige. Sir, I thank you.

hook'sé humor on me; that is the very note of it. Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face bad it: Puge. I am glad to see you, good master Slender. for though I cannot remember what I did when you

Slen. How does your fallow greyhound, sir? I made me drunk, yet I am not altogether an ass. heard say he was outrun at Cotsale.

Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John ? Page. It could not be judged, sir.

Bar. Why, sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman Slen. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. had drunk himself out of his five sentences.

Shal. That he will not;— tis your fault, 'tis your Ev. It is his five senses: tie, what the ignofault:-- 'Tis a good dog.

rance is! Page. A cur, sir. Shal. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog ; Can cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires.

Bar. And being fap.. sir, was, as they say, there be more said ? he is good, and fair. - Is sir Slen. Ay, you spake in Latin then too: but tis John Falstaff here?

no matter: l'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick; a good office between you.

if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have Eva. It is spoke as a Christian ought to speak. the fear of God, and not with drunken knaves. Shal. He hath wrongd me, master Page.

Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it.

Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentleShal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not men; you hear it, that so, master Page? He bath wrong d me; indeed, he hath; — at a word, he hath ; -- believe me; Enter Mistress ANNE PAGE with ume ; Mistress - Robert Shallow, esquire, saith, he is wrong'd. Puge. Here comes sir John.

Fond and Mistress Page following. Enter Sir John FALSTAFF, BANDOLPH, NYM, and Poge. Nay, daughter, carry the wine in; we'll Pistol. drink within.

(Exit ANNE PAGE. Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of

Slen. O heaven! this is mistress Anne Page. me to the king?

Page. How now, mistress Ford ? Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my well

met: by your leave, good mistress. | Kissing her.

Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very deer, and broke open my lodge. Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter.

Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome: Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer d. Come, we have a hot venison pasty to dinner;

Fal. I will answer it straight;— I have done all come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all this: - That is now answer'd.

unkindness. Shal. The council shall know this.

[Exeunt all but SHAL., SLENDER, and Evans. Ful. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in Slen. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my counsel: you'll be laugh'd at.

book of Songs and Sonnets here :Era. Pauca verba, sir John, good worts. Fal. Good worts !• good cabbage.- Slender, I

Enter SIMPLE. broke your head;

What matter have you against me? How now, Simple! where have you been? I must Slen. Marry,'sir, I have matter in my head wait on myself, must I? You have not The Book against you; and against your coney-catching! me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and after 1 to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallow mas last, a fortrascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried of Riddles about you, have you?

Sim. Book of Riddles! why, did you not lend it wards picked my pocket. Bar. You Banbury cheese!:

night afore Michaelmas?, Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

Shal. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. Pist. How, now, Mephostophilus ?.

A word with you, coz; marry, this, coz; There is, Slen. Ay, it is no matter.

as 'twere a tender, a kind of tender, made afar off

- Do you understand me? Num. Slice, I say, pauca, pauca ; slice! that's by sir Hugh here;

Slen. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable; if iny humor.

Slen. Where's Simple, my man!--can you tell, it be so, I shall do that that is reason. cousin ?

Shal. Nay, but understand me.

Slen. So I do, sir. Eril. Peace: I pray you! Now let us understand: There is three umpires in this matter as I under: will description the matter to you, if you be capa

Eva. Give ear to his motions, master Slender: I stand: that is master Page, fidelicet, master Page; city of it. and there is myself, fidelicet myself; and the three

Šlen. Nay I will do as my cousin Shallow says: party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter. Page. We three, to hear it, and end it between his country, simple though I stand here:

I pray you, pardon me; he's a justice of them. Era. Fery goot: I will make a brief of it in my is concerning your marriage.

Era. But this is not the question; the question note-book; and we will afterwards 'ork upon the cause, with as great discreetly as we can.

Shal. Ay, there's the point, sir. Fal. Pistol,

Eva. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to mis Pist. He hears with ears.

tress Anne Page. Era. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this,

Slen, Why, if it be so, I will marry her, upon lle hears will ear? Why, it is affectations.

any reasonable demands. Ful. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse?

Eva. But can you affection the roman? Let us Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he, (or I would i command to know that of your mouth, or of your might never come in mine own great chamber again lips; for divers philosophers hold, that the lips is else,) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two parcel of the mouth; --- Therefore, precisely, can Edward shovel-boards, that cost ine two shillings you carry your good will to the maid?

Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? and two pence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.

Sien. I hope, sir, I will do, as it shall become

one that would do reason. • Cotswold in Gloucestershire.

Eva. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies! you must . Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind. * Sharpers. & Nothing but paring! 2 Blade as thin as a lath.

3 Lips • The name of an ugly spirit.

. If you say I am a thief.

• Drunk. · King Edward's shilling used in the game of shuffle & The hounds of good behavior. board.

1 An intended blunder.

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