Silvia. Had I been seized by a hungry lion, What dangerous action, stood it next to death, Silvia. Is perjur'd to the bosom? Proteus, I am sorry I must never trust thee more, But count the world a stranger for thy sake. The private wound is deepest. O time most [worst! 'Mongst all foes, that a friend should be the accurst! Proteus. My shame and guilt confound me.- Valentine. O good sir! my master charg'd me to delive was never done. a ring to madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect Posteus. Where is that ring, boy? How let me see. Why, this is the ring gave to Julia. Julia. O! cry you mercy, sir; I have mistook : This is the ring you sent to Silvia. [Shows another ring. Proteus. How? Julia! Julia. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, And entertain'd them deeply in her heart: How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root ! O Proteus! let this habit make thee blush: Be thou asham'd, that I have took upon me Such an immodest raiment; if shame live In a disguise of love. [minds. It is the lesser blot, modesty finds, Proteus. Than men their minds: 'tis true. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect: that one error Come, come, a hand from either. Let me be blest to make this happy close: "Twere pity two such friends should be long foes. Proteus. Valentine. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I. Duke The more degenerate and base art thou, To make such means for her as thou hast done, And leave her on such slight conditions. Now, by the honour of my ancestry, I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine, And think thee worthy of an empress' love. Know then, I here forget all former griefs, Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again, Plead a new state in thy unrivall'd merit, To which I thus subscribe.-Sir Valentine, Thou art a gentleman, and well deriv'd: [her. Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserv'd! Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is to the king? good gifts. Shallow. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my Well, let us see honest master Page. Is Fal- deer, and broke open my lodge. staff there? Evans. Here is Got's plessing, and your friend, and justice Shallow; and here young master Slender, that, peradventures, shall tell you another tale, if matters grow to your likings. Paga. Falstaff. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter? Shallow. Tut, a pin this shall be answered. Falstaff. I will answer it straight:-I have done all this. -That is now answer'd. Shallow. The council shall know this. Falstaff. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel: you'll be laughed at. Evans. Pauca verba, sir John; good worts. Falstaff. Good worts? good cabbage.-Slender, I broke I am glad to see your worships well. I thank your head; what matter have you against me? you for my venison, master Shallow. Slender. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; can there the Garter. Pace Ay, by these gloves, did he, (or I would I might never come in mine own great chamber again else) of seven groats in mill-sixpences, and two Edward shovel-boards, that cost me two shilling and two pence a-piece of Yed Miller, by these gloves. Falstaff Is this true, Pistol? Evans. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse. Pistol. Shallow. Come, coz; come, coz; we stay for you. A word with you, coz; marry, this, coz: there is, as 'twere, a tender, a kind of tender, made afar Ha, thou mountain-foreigner!-Sir John and off by sir Hugh here: do you understand me? master mine, I combat challenge of this lattin bilbo ; Word of denial in thy labras here; Word of denial: froth and scum, thou liest. Slender. Ay, sir, you shall find me reasonable: if it be so, I shall do that that is reason. Shallow Give ear to his motions, master Slender. you, you be cawill description the matter to pacity of it. Slender. Nay, I will do as my cousin Shallow says. I pray you, pardon me; he's a justice of peace in his country, simple though I stand here. Evans. But that is not the question: the question is Evans. Marry, is it, the very point of it; to mistress Anne Page. blender. Why, if it be so. I will marry her upon any reasonable demands. Evans. But can you affection the 'oman? Let us command to know that of your mouth, or of your lips; for divers philosophers hold, that the lips is parcel of the mouth: therefore, precisely, can you carry your good will to the maid? Shallow. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? I hope, sir, I will do, as it shall become one that would do reason. Evans. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her. Shallow, |