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twg_000000023100 | do what thou wilt. I rather will suspect the sun with cold Than thee with wantonness. Now doth thy honour stand, In him that was of late an heretic, As firm as faith. PAGE. Tis well, tis well, no more. Be not as extreme in submission as in offence. But let our plot go forward. Let our wives Yet once | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023101 | again, to make us public sport, Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, Where we may take him and disgrace him for it. FORD. There is no better way than that they spoke of. PAGE. How? To send him word theyll meet him in the park at midnight? Fie, fie, hell never come. EVANS. You say he has been | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023102 | thrown in the rivers, and has been grievously peaten as an old oman. Methinks there should be terrors in him, that he should not come. Methinks his flesh is punished; he shall have no desires. PAGE. So think I too. MISTRESS FORD. Devise but how youll use him when he comes, And let us two devise to bring him thither. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023103 | MISTRESS PAGE. There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor Forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragged horns, And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle, And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023104 | dreadful manner. You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know The superstitious idle-headed eld Received and did deliver to our age, This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth. PAGE. Why, yet there want not many that do fear In deep of night to walk by this Hernes oak. But what of this? MISTRESS FORD. Marry, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023105 | this is our device, That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head. PAGE. Well, let it not be doubted but hell come, And in this shape; when you have brought him thither, What shall be done with him? What is your plot? MISTRESS PAGE. That likewise have we thought upon, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023106 | and thus: Nan Page my daughter, and my little son, And three or four more of their growth, well dress Like urchins, oafs and fairies, green and white, With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads And rattles in their hands. Upon a sudden, As Falstaff, she, and I are newly met, Let them from forth a sawpit rush at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023107 | once With some diffused song; upon their sight We two in great amazedness will fly. Then let them all encircle him about, And fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight, And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel, In their so sacred paths he dares to tread In shape profane. MISTRESS FORD. And till he tell the truth, Let the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023108 | supposed fairies pinch him sound And burn him with their tapers. MISTRESS PAGE. The truth being known, Well all present ourselves, dis-horn the spirit, And mock him home to Windsor. FORD. The children must Be practised well to this, or theyll neer do t. EVANS. I will teach the children their behaviours, and I will be like a jackanapes also, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023109 | to burn the knight with my taber. FORD. That will be excellent. Ill go buy them vizards. MISTRESS PAGE. My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies, Finely attired in a robe of white. PAGE. That silk will I go buy. [_Aside_.] And in that time Shall Master Slender steal my Nan away, And marry her at Eton.Go, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023110 | send to Falstaff straight. FORD. Nay, Ill to him again in name of Brook. Hell tell me all his purpose. Sure, hell come. MISTRESS PAGE. Fear not you that. Go, get us properties And tricking for our fairies. EVANS. Let us about it. It is admirable pleasures and fery honest knaveries. [_Exeunt Page, Ford and Evans._] MISTRESS PAGE. Go, Mistress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023111 | Ford. Send quickly to Sir John to know his mind. [_Exit Mistress Ford._] Ill to the Doctor. He hath my good will, And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot, And he my husband best of all affects. The Doctor is well moneyed, and his friends Potent at court. He, none | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023112 | but he, shall have her, Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her. [_Exit._] SCENE V. A room in the Garter Inn Enter Host and Simple. HOST. What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thick-skin? Speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap. SIMPLE. Marry, sir, I come to speak with Sir John Falstaff from Master Slender. HOST. Theres his chamber, his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023113 | house, his castle, his standing-bed and truckle-bed. Tis painted about with the story of the Prodigal, fresh and new. Go, knock and call. Hell speak like an Anthropophaginian unto thee. Knock, I say. SIMPLE. Theres an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber. Ill be so bold as stay, sir, till she come down. I come to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023114 | speak with her, indeed. HOST. Ha? A fat woman? The knight may be robbed. Ill call.Bully knight! Bully Sir John! Speak from thy lungs military. Art thou there? It is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls. FALSTAFF. [_Above_.] How now, mine host? HOST. Heres a Bohemian-Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman. Let her descend, bully, let her descend. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023115 | My chambers are honourable. Fie! Privacy? Fie! Enter Falstaff. FALSTAFF. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me, but shes gone. SIMPLE. Pray you, sir, wast not the wise woman of Brentford? FALSTAFF. Ay, marry was it, mussel-shell. What would you with her? SIMPLE. My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023116 | through the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain or no. FALSTAFF. I spake with the old woman about it. SIMPLE. And what says she, I pray, sir? FALSTAFF. Marry, she says that the very same man that beguiled Master Slender of his chain cozened him of it. SIMPLE. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023117 | would I could have spoken with the woman herself. I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him. FALSTAFF. What are they? Let us know. HOST. Ay, come. Quick. SIMPLE. I may not conceal them, sir. FALSTAFF. Conceal them, or thou diest. SIMPLE. Why, sir, they were nothing but about Mistress Anne Page, to know if it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023118 | were my masters fortune to have her or no. FALSTAFF. Tis, tis his fortune. SIMPLE. What sir? FALSTAFF. To have her, or no. Go, say the woman told me so. SIMPLE. May I be bold to say so, sir? FALSTAFF. Ay, sir; like who more bold? SIMPLE. I thank your worship; I shall make my master glad with these tidings. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023119 | [_Exit Simple._] HOST Thou art clerkly, thou art clerkly, Sir John. Was there a wise woman with thee? FALSTAFF. Ay, that there was, mine host; one that hath taught me more wit than ever I learned before in my life; and I paid nothing for it neither, but was paid for my learning. Enter Bardolph. BARDOLPH Out, alas, sir, cozenage, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023120 | mere cozenage! HOST. Where be my horses? Speak well of them, varletto. BARDOLPH. Run away, with the cozeners. For so soon as I came beyond Eton, they threw me off from behind one of them, in a slough of mire, and set spurs and away, like three German devils, three Doctor Faustuses. HOST. They are gone but to meet the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023121 | Duke, villain, do not say they be fled. Germans are honest men. Enter Sir Hugh Evans. EVANS Where is mine host? HOST. What is the matter, sir? EVANS. Have a care of your entertainments. There is a friend of mine come to town tells me there is three cozen-Germans that has cozened all the hosts of Readings, of Maidenhead, of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023122 | Colebrook, of horses and money. I tell you for good will, look you. You are wise, and full of gibes and vlouting-stocks, and tis not convenient you should be cozened. Fare you well. [_Exit Evans._] Enter Doctor Caius. CAIUS. Vere is mine host de Jarteer? HOST. Here, Master Doctor, in perplexity and doubtful dilemma. CAIUS. I cannot tell vat is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023123 | dat, but it is tell-a me dat you make grand preparation for a Duke de Jamany. By my trot, dere is no duke that the court is know to come. I tell you for good will. Adieu. [_Exit Doctor Caius._] HOST Hue and cry, villain, go!Assist me, knight, I am undone.Fly, run, hue and cry, villain, I am undone! [_Exeunt | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023124 | Host and Bardolph._] FALSTAFF. I would all the world might be cozened, for I have been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to the ear of the court how I have been transformed, and how my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they would melt me out of my fat drop by drop, and liquor fishermens boots with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023125 | me. I warrant they would whip me with their fine wits till I were as crestfallen as a dried pear. I never prospered since I forswore myself at primero. Well, if my wind were but long enough, I would repent. Enter Mistress Quickly. Now, whence come you? MISTRESS QUICKLY. From the two parties, forsooth. FALSTAFF. The devil take one party | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023126 | and his dam the other, and so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffered more for their sakes, more than the villainous inconstancy of mans disposition is able to bear. MISTRESS QUICKLY. And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant, speciously one of them. Mistress Ford, good heart, is beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023127 | spot about her. FALSTAFF. What tellst thou me of black and blue? I was beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow, and was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brentford. But that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the action of an old woman, delivered me, the knave constable had set me i the stocks, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023128 | i the common stocks, for a witch. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber, you shall hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado here is to bring you together! Sure, one of you does not serve heaven well, that you are so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023129 | crossed. FALSTAFF. Come up into my chamber. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. Another room in the Garter Inn Enter Fenton and Host. HOST. Master Fenton, talk not to me. My mind is heavy. I will give over all. FENTON. Yet hear me speak. Assist me in my purpose, And, as I am a gentleman, Ill give thee A hundred pound in gold | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023130 | more than your loss. HOST. I will hear you, Master Fenton, and I will, at the least, keep your counsel. FENTON. From time to time I have acquainted you With the dear love I bear to fair Anne Page, Who mutually hath answered my affection, So far forth as herself might be her chooser, Even to my wish. I have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023131 | a letter from her Of such contents as you will wonder at, The mirth whereof so larded with my matter That neither singly can be manifested Without the show of both, wherein fat Falstaff Hath a great scene; the image of the jest Ill show you here at large. Hark, good mine host: Tonight at Hernes oak, just twixt twelve | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023132 | and one, Must my sweet Nan present the Fairy Queen The purpose why is herein which disguise, While other jests are something rank on foot, Her father hath commanded her to slip Away with Slender, and with him at Eton Immediately to marry. She hath consented. Now, sir, Her mother, even strong against that match And firm for Doctor Caius, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023133 | hath appointed That he shall likewise shuffle her away, While other sports are tasking of their minds, And at the deanry, where a priest attends, Straight marry her. To this her mothers plot She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath Made promise to the doctor. Now thus it rests: Her father means she shall be all in white And in that habit, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023134 | when Slender sees his time To take her by the hand and bid her go, She shall go with him. Her mother hath intended The better to denote her to the doctor, For they must all be masked and vizarded That quaint in green she shall be loose enrobed, With ribbons pendant flaring bout her head; And when the doctor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023135 | spies his vantage ripe, To pinch her by the hand, and on that token The maid hath given consent to go with him. HOST. Which means she to deceive, father or mother? FENTON. Both, my good host, to go along with me. And here it rests, that youll procure the vicar To stay for me at church, twixt twelve and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023136 | one, And, in the lawful name of marrying, To give our hearts united ceremony. HOST. Well, husband your device; Ill to the vicar. Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. FENTON. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; Besides, Ill make a present recompense. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. A room in the Garter Inn Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023137 | Falstaff and Mistress Quickly. FALSTAFF. Prithee, no more prattling. Go. Ill hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go! They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Away! MISTRESS QUICKLY. Ill provide you a chain, and Ill do what I can to get you a pair | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023138 | of horns. FALSTAFF. Away, I say; time wears. Hold up your head, and mince. [_Exit Mistress Quickly._] Enter Ford. How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known tonight or never. Be you in the park about midnight, at Hernes oak, and you shall see wonders. FORD. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023139 | you had appointed? FALSTAFF. I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you he beat me grievously, in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023140 | the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weavers beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in haste. Go along with me; Ill tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, I knew not what twas to be beaten | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023141 | till lately. Follow me, Ill tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom tonight I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Windsor Park Enter Page, Shallow and Slender. PAGE. Come, come. Well couch i the castle ditch till we see the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023142 | light of our fairies. Remember, son Slender, my daughter SLENDER. Ay, forsooth. I have spoke with her, and we have a nay-word how to know one another. I come to her in white and cry mum; she cries budget; and by that we know one another. SHALLOW. Thats good too. But what needs either your mum or her budget? The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023143 | white will decipher her well enough. It hath struck ten oclock. PAGE. The night is dark. Light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Lets away; follow me. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. The street in Windsor Enter Mistress Page, Mistress Ford and Doctor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023144 | Caius. MISTRESS PAGE. Master Doctor, my daughter is in green. When you see your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the deanery, and dispatch it quickly. Go before into the park. We two must go together. CAIUS. I know vat I have to do. Adieu. MISTRESS PAGE. Fare you well, sir. [_Exit Caius._] My husband will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023145 | not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff as he will chafe at the doctors marrying my daughter. But tis no matter. Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak. MISTRESS FORD. Where is Nan now, and her troop of fairies, and the Welsh devil Hugh? MISTRESS PAGE. They are all couched in a pit hard by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023146 | Hernes oak, with obscured lights, which, at the very instant of Falstaffs and our meeting, they will at once display to the night. MISTRESS FORD. That cannot choose but amaze him. MISTRESS PAGE. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked. MISTRESS FORD. Well betray him finely. MISTRESS PAGE. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023147 | Against such lewdsters and their lechery, Those that betray them do no treachery. MISTRESS FORD. The hour draws on. To the oak, to the oak! [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Windsor Park Enter Sir Hugh Evans disguised, and children as Fairies. EVANS. Trib, trib, fairies. Come, and remember your parts. Be pold, I pray you, follow me into the pit, and when | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023148 | I give the watch-ords, do as I pid you. Come, come; trib, trib. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Another part of the Park Enter Falstaff wearing a bucks head. FALSTAFF. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve, the minute draws on. Now the hot-blooded gods assist me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa; love set on thy horns. O powerful | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023149 | love, that in some respects, makes a beast a man, in some other a man a beast! You were also, Jupiter, a swan for the love of Leda. O omnipotent love, how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in the form of a beast; O Jove, a beastly fault! And then another | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023150 | fault in the semblance of a fowl; think ont, Jove, a foul fault! When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag, and the fattest, I think, i the forest. Send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes here? My doe? Enter | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023151 | Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. MISTRESS FORD. Sir John? Art thou there, my deer, my male deer? FALSTAFF. My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain potatoes, let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves, hail kissing-comfits and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here. [_He embraces her._] MISTRESS FORD. Mistress | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023152 | Page is come with me, sweetheart. FALSTAFF. Divide me like a bribed buck, each a haunch. I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes restitution. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023153 | As I am a true spirit, welcome! [_A noise of horns within._] MISTRESS PAGE. Alas, what noise? MISTRESS FORD. Heaven forgive our sins! FALSTAFF. What should this be? MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE. Away, away! [_They run off._] FALSTAFF. I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil thats in me should set hell on fire; he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023154 | would never else cross me thus. Enter Mistress Quickly as the Queen of Fairies, Sir Hugh Evans as a Satyr, Pistol as Hobgoblin, Anne Page and children as Fairies, carrying tapers. MISTRESS QUICKLY. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moonshine revellers and shades of night, You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office and your quality. Crier Hobgoblin, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023155 | make the fairy oyes. PISTOL. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys! Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap, Where fires thou findst unraked and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry. Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery. FALSTAFF. They are fairies, he that speaks to them shall die. Ill wink and couch. No man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023156 | their works must eye. [_Lies down upon his face._] EVANS Wheres Bead? Go you, and where you find a maid That ere she sleep has thrice her prayers said, Rein up the organs of her fantasy; Sleep she as sound as careless infancy. But those as sleep and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023157 | and shins. MISTRESS QUICKLY. About, about! Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out. Strew good luck, oafs, on every sacred room, That it may stand till the perpetual doom In state as wholesome as in state tis fit, Worthy the owner and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm and every precious | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023158 | flower. Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing, Like to the Garters compass, in a ring. Th expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; And _Honi soit qui mal y pense_ write In emrald tufts, flowers purple, blue and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023159 | white, Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthoods bending knee. Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Away, disperse! But till tis one oclock, Our dance of custom round about the oak Of Herne the hunter let us not forget. EVANS. Pray you, lock hand in hand, yourselves in order set; And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023160 | To guide our measure round about the tree. But stay, I smell a man of middle earth. FALSTAFF. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! PISTOL. Vile worm, thou wast oerlooked even in thy birth. MISTRESS QUICKLY. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end. If he be chaste, the flame will back | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023161 | descend And turn him to no pain; but if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. PISTOL. A trial, come. EVANS. Come, will this wood take fire? [_They put the tapers to his fingers, and he starts._] FALSTAFF. O, o, o! MISTRESS QUICKLY. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme, And, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023162 | as you trip, still pinch him to your time. SONG. Fie on sinful fantasy! Fie on lust and luxury! Lust is but a bloody fire, Kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart, whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. Pinch him, fairies, mutually; Pinch him for his villainy. Pinch him and burn him and turn him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023163 | about, Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out. [_During the song they pinch him, and Doctor Caius comes one way and steals away a boy in green; and Slender another way takes a boy in white; Fenton comes in and steals away Anne Page. A noise of hunting is heard within and all the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023164 | off his bucks head, and rises up._] Enter Page, Ford, Mistress Page and Mistress Ford. PAGE. Nay, do not fly. I think we have watched you now. Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn? MISTRESS PAGE. I pray you, come, hold up the jest no higher. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? See you these, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023165 | husband? [_She points to the horns._] Do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town? FORD. Now, sir, whos a cuckold now? Master Brook, Falstaffs a knave, a cuckoldly knave. Here are his horns, Master Brook. And, Master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Fords but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023166 | be paid to Master Brook. His horses are arrested for it, Master Brook. MISTRESS 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 deer. FALSTAFF. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. FORD. Ay, and an ox | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023167 | too. Both the proofs are extant. FALSTAFF. 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 rhyme and reason, that they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023168 | were fairies. See now how wit may be made a Jack-a-Lent when tis upon ill employment! EVANS. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. FORD. Well said, fairy Hugh. EVANS. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you. FORD. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023169 | woo her in good English. FALSTAFF. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross oerreaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat too? Shall I have a cox-comb of frieze? Tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese. EVANS. Seese is not good to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023170 | give putter. Your belly is all putter. FALSTAFF. 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. MISTRESS PAGE. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023171 | 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? MISTRESS PAGE. A puffed man? PAGE. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails? FORD. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? PAGE. And as poor as Job? FORD. And as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023172 | wicked as his wife? EVANS. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings and swearings and starings, pribbles and prabbles? FALSTAFF. 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 oer me. Use | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023173 | me as you will. FORD. Marry, sir, well bring you to Windsor to one Master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander. Over and above that you have suffered, I think to repay that money will be a biting affliction. PAGE. Yet be cheerful, knight. Thou shalt eat a posset tonight at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023174 | 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. MISTRESS PAGE. [_Aside_.] Doctors doubt that. If Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius wife. Enter Slender. SLENDER Whoa, ho, ho, father Page! PAGE. Son, how now! How now, son, have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023175 | you dispatched? SLENDER. Dispatched? Ill make the best in Gloucestershire know ont. Would I were hanged, la, else! PAGE. Of what, son? SLENDER. I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, and shes a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023176 | did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir! And tis a postmasters boy. PAGE. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. SLENDER. What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took a boy for a girl. If I had been married to him, for all he was in womans apparel, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023177 | would not have had him. PAGE. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter by her garments? SLENDER. 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 postmasters boy. MISTRESS PAGE. Good George, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023178 | 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 Doctor Caius. CAIUS Vere is Mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened, I ha married _un garon_, a boy; _un paysan_, by gar, a boy. It is not Anne Page. By gar, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023179 | I am cozened. MISTRESS PAGE. Why, did you take her in green? CAIUS. Ay, by gar, and tis a boy. By gar, Ill raise all Windsor. FORD This is strange. Who hath got the right Anne? Enter Fenton and Anne Page. PAGE. My heart misgives me. Here comes Master Fenton.How now, Master Fenton! ANNE. Pardon, good father. Good my mother, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023180 | pardon. PAGE. Now, mistress, how chance you went not with Master Slender? MISTRESS PAGE. Why went you not with Master Doctor, maid? FENTON. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023181 | that nothing can dissolve us. Th 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023182 | guide the state. Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. FALSTAFF. I am glad, though you have taen 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. FALSTAFF. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. MISTRESS PAGE. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023183 | 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 oer 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 tonight shall lie with Mistress Ford. [_Exeunt._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023184 | A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Contents ACT I Scene I. Athens. A room in the Palace of Theseus Scene II. The Same. A Room in a Cottage ACT II Scene I. A wood near Athens Scene II. Another part of the wood ACT III Scene I. The Wood. Scene II. Another part of the wood ACT IV Scene I. The Wood | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023185 | Scene II. Athens. A Room in Quinces House ACT V Scene I. Athens. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus Dramatis Person THESEUS, Duke of Athens HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, bethrothed to Theseus EGEUS, Father to Hermia HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander HELENA, in love with Demetrius LYSANDER, in love with Hermia DEMETRIUS, in love with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023186 | Hermia PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus QUINCE, the Carpenter SNUG, the Joiner BOTTOM, the Weaver FLUTE, the Bellows-mender SNOUT, the Tinker STARVELING, the Tailor OBERON, King of the Fairies TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies PUCK, or ROBIN GOODFELLOW, a Fairy PEASEBLOSSOM, Fairy COBWEB, Fairy MOTH, Fairy MUSTARDSEED, Fairy PYRAMUS, THISBE, WALL, MOONSHINE, LION; Characters in the Interlude performed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023187 | by the Clowns Other Fairies attending their King and Queen Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta SCENE: Athens, and a wood not far from it ACT I SCENE I. Athens. A room in the Palace of Theseus Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate and Attendants. THESEUS. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon; but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023188 | oh, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager, Long withering out a young mans revenue. HIPPOLYTA. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023189 | Of our solemnities. THESEUS. Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for our pomp. [_Exit Philostrate._] Hippolyta, I wood thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries; But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023190 | with triumph, and with revelling. Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius. EGEUS. Happy be Theseus, our renownd Duke! THESEUS. Thanks, good Egeus. Whats the news with thee? EGEUS. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander. And, my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023191 | gracious Duke, This man hath bewitchd the bosom of my child. Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchangd love-tokens with my child. Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stoln the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats (messengers | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023192 | Of strong prevailment in unhardend youth) With cunning hast thou filchd my daughters heart, Turnd her obedience (which is due to me) To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious Duke, Be it so she will not here before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens: As she is mine I may dispose of her; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023193 | Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death, according to our law Immediately provided in that case. THESEUS. What say you, Hermia? Be advisd, fair maid. To you your father should be as a god; One that composd your beauties, yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax By him imprinted, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023194 | within his power To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. HERMIA. So is Lysander. THESEUS. In himself he is. But in this kind, wanting your fathers voice, The other must be held the worthier. HERMIA. I would my father lookd but with my eyes. THESEUS. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. HERMIA. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023195 | do entreat your Grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts: But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. THESEUS. Either to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023196 | die the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your fathers choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mewd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023197 | faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessd they that master so their blood To undergo such maiden pilgrimage, But earthlier happy is the rose distilld Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. HERMIA. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023198 | Unto his lordship, whose unwishd yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty. THESEUS. Take time to pause; and by the next new moon The sealing-day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship, Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your fathers will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Dianas | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000023199 | altar to protest For aye austerity and single life. DEMETRIUS. Relent, sweet Hermia; and, Lysander, yield Thy crazd title to my certain right. LYSANDER. You have her fathers love, Demetrius. Let me have Hermias. Do you marry him. EGEUS. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love; And what is mine my love shall render him; And she is mine, and | 60 | gutenberg |
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