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hold up your head, [Exit Mrs Quickly. Enter Fon D. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the matter will beknown to-night, or never. Be you in the park about midnight, athernes' oak, and you shall see wonders. Ford, Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed 2 Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man: but I came from her, master Brook, like apoor old woman. That same knave, 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 the shape of a woman; for in the shape

ofman, master Brook, fear not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle. I am in haste; go along with me; I’ll tell you all, master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played truant, and whipped top, Iknew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. Follow me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford; on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand.—Follow; strange things in hand, master Brook' follow. [Exeunt.

• scFNEII.–Irindsor Park. Enter PAGE, Sit ALLow, and Sir Noon. Page.Come,come; we'll couch i' the castle-ditch,till we see the light of our fairies.—Remember, son Slen– der, my daughter. Slen. 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. Shal. That's good too; but what necds either your mum, or her budget 2 the white will decipher her well enough.-Ithath struck ten o'clock. Page. The night is dark ; light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sports No man means evil but the devil,and we shall know him by his horns. Let’s away; follow me! [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-The street in JWindsor. Enter Mrs PAGE, Mrs Ford, and Dr CAIts. Mrs 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 despatch it quickly! Go before into the park; we two must go together. Caius, I knew vat I have to do; adieu !

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SCENE V.— Anotherpart of the Park. Enter FALst AFF disguised, with a buck's head on. Ful. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the mi

nute draws on. Now, the hot-blooded gods assist me ! -Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa; love set on thy horns.—0, powerful 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;-0, omnipotent love how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose! — A fault doue first in the form of a beast;-O, Jove,a beastly fault! and then another fault in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a foul fault.— When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do 2 For me, I am here a Windsor stag, and the fattest, I thiuk, i' the forest: send me a cool rut-time, ove, or who can blame me to piss my tallow? —Who comes here? my doe?

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[Noise within. Mrs Page. Alas! what noise? Mrs Ford. Heaven forgive our sins! Fal. What should this be? Mrs Ford. Mrs. %. [They run off. Pal. I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he would never else cross me thus. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs Quickly, and Pistol; ANNE PACE, as the Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and others, dressed like Fairies, with waxen tapers on their heads. Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny,

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husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Fal- Attend your office, and your quality!– 1 staff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying my Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes!

daughter: but 'tis no matter; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heartbreak. Mrs Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of fai– ries? and the Welch devil, Hugh 2 Mrs Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very instantof Falstaff’s and our meeting, they will at once display to the night. Mrs Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. Mrs Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked. Mrs Ford. We'll betray him finely. Mrs.Page. Against such lewdsters, and theirlechery, Those that betray them do no treachery. Mrs Ford. The hour draws on; to the oak, to the oak.' [Exeunt.

SCENETV.—/Windsor Park.

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ins. Quick. About, about; - - - - shin elves, within and out:

on every sacredroom, at 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 flower: Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, with loyal blazon, evermore be blest! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; And, Hony sort quinal y pense, write, In emerald tufts, flowers, purple, blue, and white; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knight-hood's bending knee: Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Away; disperse! But, till 'tis one o'clock, Our dance of custom, round about the oak Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget! Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set: And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterms be, To guide our measure round about the tree. But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth. Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! Pist. Wile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in thy birth. Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end: If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, And turn him to no pain; but if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. Pist. A trial, come. Eva. Come, will this wood take fire? [They burn him with their tapers. Ful. Oh, oh, oh! Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme: And as you trip, still pinch him to your time. Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and iniquity. - SONG. Fre on sinful fantasy Fre 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 about, Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine be out. During this song, thefairies pinch Falstaff. Doctor Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy in green; Slender another way, and takes off a fairy in white: and Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his buck's head, and rises. Enter Pace, Ford, Mrs Page, and Mrs Fond. They lay hold of him. Page. Nay, do not fly! I think, we have watch'd you now : Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Mrs Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest no higher!- - - Now, good sir John, how like you windsor wives? See you these, husband? do not these fairyokes become the forest better than the town? Ford. Now, sir,who's a cuckold now?-Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldiy knave; 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

to master Brook: his horses are arrested for it, master Brook. 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 deer. Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are extant. Fal. And these are not fairies 2 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 were fairies. See now,how witnay be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employment! Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, aud fairies will not pinse you. 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. 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 Welch goat too 2 Shall I have a coxcomb of frize?'tis time I were choaked with a piece of toasted cheese. Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly is all putter. Fal. Seese and putters have I lived to s 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. 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 slax? Mrs Page. A puffed man 2 Page. Oid, cold,withered,and of intolerable entrails? 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 formications, and to taverms, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles, and prabbles 7 Fal.Well,I am your theme:you have the start of me:I am dejected:I am not able to answer the Welch flaunel; ignorance itselfis a plummeto'er me.usemeasyou will! 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: over and aboy: that you have suffered, think,to repay that money will be a biting affliction. Mrs Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make amends: Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Page. Yet be cheerfull, 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 daugther. Mrs Page. Doctors doubt that: if Anne Page bemy daugther, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. [Aside. Enzer SLExpert. Slen. Whoo, hol ho! father Page' Page. Son how now? how now, son? have you despatched? Slen. Despatched 1– I'll make the best in Glocestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, else. Page. Of what, son 2 Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: if it had not been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he

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Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a postmaster's boy. Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. Slen. 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 woman's apparel, I 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? Slen. I went to her in white, and cry’d mum, and she cry’d budget, as Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy. Eva. Jeshu ! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys? Page. O, I am vexed at heart: what shall I do? Mrs Page. Good George, 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 CAius. Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am cozened. Mrs Page. Why, did you take her in green? Caius. Ay, be gar, and ’tis a boy: be gar, I’ll raise all Windsor. [Exit Caius. Ford. This is strange ' Who hath got the right Anne? Page. My heart misgives me. Here comes master Fenton. Enter FENToN and ANNE PAGE. How now, master Fenton 2 Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon' Page. Now, mistress? how chance you went not with master Slender ?

Mrs. off; Why went you not with master doctor, maid? Fent. 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, that nothing can dissolve us, The offence is holy, that she hath committed: And this deceitloses 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 guide the state; Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. Page. well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee Joy: What cannot be eschew’d, must be embrac'd. Fal. When night—dogs run, all sorts of deer are f chas'd. Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding. Mrs Page. 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 o'er by a country fire; Sir John and all ! Ford. Letit be so l—Sir John, To master Brook you yet shall hold your word ; For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. [Exeune.

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Even in a minute so full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical.
Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord 2
Duke. What, Curio?
Cur. The hart.
Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
O, when mine eyes did see Olivia (irst,
Methought, she purged the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turn’d into a hart;
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
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Enter VAT.ENTixr. Tal. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Yout from her handmaid do return this answer: The element itself, till seven years heat, Shall not behold her face at ample view; But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, And water once a-day her chamber round With eye-offending brine: all this, to season A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, And lasting, in her sad remembrance. JDuke. O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill’d (Her sweet perfections) with one self-king!— Away before me to sweet beds of flowers! Love—thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. - [E.reunt. scFNE II.- The sea-coast. * Fnter Viola, Captain, and Saitors. Joio. What country, friends, is this? Cap. Illyria, lady. . Pio. And what should I do in Illyria? My brother he is in Elysium. Perchance he is not drown'd.—What think you,sailors? Cap. It is perchance, that you yourses were saved. Pio. O my poor brother and so, perchance, may he be. Cap. True, madam: and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yours \{after our ship did split, When you, and that poor number saved with you, Hung an our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong mast that lived upon the sea ; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, So long as I could see. Poio. For saying so, there's gold: Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Whereto thy speech serves for authority, The like of him. Know'st thou this country? Cap. Ay, madan, well; for I was bred and born Not three hours travel from this very place. Poo. Who governs here? Cap. A noble duke, in nature, As in his name. Joo. What is his name? Cap. Orsino. Poo. Orsino | I have heard my father name him: He was a bachelor then. Cap. And so is now, or was so very late : for but a month Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh In murmur, (as, you know, what great ones do, The less will prattle of) that he did seek The love of fair Olivia. Joo. What's she? cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count, That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving her In the protection of his son, her brother, who shortly also died: for whose dear love, They say, she hath abjured the company And sight of men. Poto. o, that I served that lady: And might not be delivered to the world, Till I had made mine own occasion mellow, What my estate is. cap. That were hard to compass; Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's.

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Fio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, Captain; And though that mature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously, Conceal me what I am, and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become The form of my intent. l'II serve this duke; Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him, It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service. What else may hap, to time I will commit; Only shape thou thy silence to my wit. Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute Pll be: When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see! Woo. I thank thee. Lead me on! [Exeunt.

SCENE III. — A room in Olivia's house.

Enter Sir Tony BE1 ch, and MARIA. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure, care's an enemy to life. Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in earlier o’ nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great exceptions to your ill hours. Sir To. Why, lether except before excepted. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within the modest limits of order. Sir. To. Confine? I'll confiue myself no finer than I am : these clothes are good enough to drinkin, and so be these boots too; an they be mot, let them hang themselves in their own straps. Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you; I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here to be her wo. (ser. Sir. To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as talla man as any's in Illyria. Mar. What's that to the purpose? Sir. To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a-year. Mar. Ay; but he'll have but a year in all these ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Sir. To. Fve, that you'll say so he plays o' the viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages, word for word, without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature. Mar. He hath, indeed,—almost natural: for, besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller; aud, but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hathi" quarrelling, 'tis thought among the prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Mar. They that add, moreover, he's drunk nightly 1n your company. Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my throat, and drink in Illyria. He's a coward, and a coystril, that will not drink to my miece, till his brains turn o' the toe like a parish top. What, wench 2 Castiliano vulgo; for here comes Sir Andrew Ague-face.

Enter Sir ANDREw Act E-cheek. Sir And. Sir Toby Belch how now, sir Toby Belch’ Str To, Sweet sir Andrew Sir And, Bless you, fair shrew : Mar. And you too, sir! Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost! Sir And. What’s that?

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.

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Sir And, Good mistress Accost, I desire better acquaintance. 3íaz. My name is Mary, sir. Sr. (nd. Good mistress Mary Accost, — Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost is, front her, board her, woo her, assail her. Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her in this company. Is that the meaning of accost? Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, 'would thou might'st never draw sword again. Sir find. An you part so, mistress, I would I might never draw sword again. I’air lady, do you think you have fools in hand? Mir. Sir, I have not you by the hand. Sir And. Marry, but you shall have: and here's my land. Mar. Now, sir, thought is free : I pray you, bring your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your meMar. It’s dry, sir. taphor? Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, but |can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? jlar. A dry jest, sir. Sir Línd. Are you full of them 2 Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers ends: marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. | Exit Maria. Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary When did I see thee so put down? Sir And. Never in your life, I think: unless you see canary put me down. Methinks, sometimes I have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man has : but I am a great eater of beel, and, I believe, that does harm to my wit. Sir Te. No question. Sir Asi, J. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. I'll ride home to-mortow, sir Toby. Sir To. Pourquor, my dear knight! Sir Ard. What is pourquor 2 do or not do? I would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting. O, had I but sollowed the arts | Sir To. Then hadst thou had an excellent head of hair. ...” Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair? Sir To. Past question; for thou seest, it will not curl by nature. Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does’t not? Sir To. Excellent: it hangs like flax on a distaff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee between her legs, and spin it off. Sir And. 'Faith, I’ll home to-morrow, sir Toby: your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four to one she'll mone of me: the count himself, here hard by, wooes her. Sir To. She'll none o' the count; she'll not match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor wit: I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life in’t, man. Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a fellow o' the strangest mind i' the world; I delight in masques and revels sometimes altogether. Sir To. Art thou good at these kickshaws, knight? Sir And. As any man in Illyria, whatsoever he be, under the degree of my betters; and yet I will not compare with an old man. Sir To. What is thy excellence in a galliard, knight? Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper. Sir To. And I can cut the mutton to't. Sir And. And, I think, I have the back-trick, sim– ply as strong as any man in Illyria. Sir To. Wherefore are these things hid? wherefore

thou not go to church in a galliard, and come home in a
coranto ? My very walk should be a jig.' I would not so
much as make water, but in a sink-a-pace. What dost
thou mean” is it a world to hide virtues in 2 I did think,
by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed
under the star of a galliard.
Sir And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent well
in a flame-coloured stock. Shall we set about some
Sir To. What shall we do clse? were we not boru
under Taurus?
Sir And. Taurus? that's sides and heart.
Sir To. No, sir; it is legs and thighs. Let me see thee
caper: has highcr: ha, ha! – excellent! [Exeunt.

SCENI, IV. -- 4 room in the Duke’s palace. Enter VALENTINE, and Viol A in man's attore. Pal. If the duke continue these favours towards you, Cesario, you are like to be much advanced: he hath known you but three days, and already you are no stranger. I wo. You either fear his humour, or my negligence, that you call in question the continuance of his love. Is he inconstant, sir, in his favours? J'al. No, believe me. Enter Duke, CURio, and Attendants. Poio. I thank you. Here comes the count. Duke. Who saw Cesario, ho? Joio. On your attendance, my lord; here. Duke. Stand you awhile aloof. — Cesario, Thou know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd To thee the book even of my secret soul: Therefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her; Be not deny'd access, stand at her doors, And tell them, there thy fixed foot shall grow, Till thou have audience. Poto. Sure, my noble lord, If she be so abandow'd to her sorrow, As it is spoke, she never will admit me. Duke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds, Rather than make unprofited return Pio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord; what then? Duke. O, then unfold the passion of my love, Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith: It shall become thee well to act my woes; She will attend it better in thy youth, Than in a nuncio of more grave aspect. Poio. I think not so, my lord. Duke. Dear lad, believe it! For they shall yet belie thy happy years, That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound, And all is semblative a woman’s part. I know, thy constellation is right apt For this all air. — Some four, or five, attend him; All, if you will; for I myself am best, When least in company. — Prosper well in this, And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord, To call his fortunes thine. Poto. I’ll do my best, To woo your lady: yet, [Aside.] a barful strife! Whoe’er I woo, myself would be his wife. [Ereunt.

SCENE W. — A room in Olivia's house.
Enter MAnia, and Clown.

Mar. Nay, either tell me, where thou hast been, or 1 will not open my lips, so wide as a bristle may enter, in way of thy excuse : my lady will hang thee for thy absence.

Clo. Lether hang me! he, that is well hanged in this world, ueeds to fear no colours.

have these gifts a curtain before them? are they like

to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture? why dost Mar. Make that good |

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