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Page. The night is dark ; light and spirits will|I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the become it well. Heaven, prosper our sport! No fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him husbands. Am I a woodman ? ha! Speak I like by his horns. Let's away ; follow me. [Exeunt. Herne the hunter ?-Why, now is Cupid a child of

conscience ; he makes restitution. As I am a true SCENE III.-The Street in Windsor. spirit, welcome!

[Noise within.

Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ?
Ente- Mrs. PagE, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. Caius. Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins !
Mrs. Page. Master Doctor, my daughter is in green.

Fal. What should this be? when you see your time, take her by the hand, away

Mrs. Ford. ?

Away, away.
Mrs. Page.

[They run off. with her to the deanery, and despatch it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must go together.

Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, Caius. I know vat I have to do; Adieu.

lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. [Erit Carus. would never else cross me thus. My husband will no: rejoice so much at the abuse Enter Sir Hugu Evans, like a satyr ; Mrs. Quickly, of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying

and Pistol ; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen, my daughter : but 'tis no matter ; better a little chid

attended by her brother and others, dressed like ing, than a great deal of heart-break. Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of

fairies, with waten tapers on their heads. fairies? and the Welch devil, Hugh?

Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by You moon shine revellers, and shades of night, Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will Attend your office, and your quality. at once display to the night.

Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him.

Pist. Elves, list your names ; silence, you airy toys. Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked.

Where fires thou find'st unrak’d, and hearths unswept, Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. (lechery, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry : Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters, and their Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery. Those that betray them do no treachery.

Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, shall Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; to the oak, to the oak!

[Ereunt. I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye.

[Lies down upon his face. SCENE IV.-Windsor Park.

Eva. Where's Pede?-Go you, and where you find

a maid, Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies.

That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Era. Trib, trib, fairies; come; and remember your Raise up the organs of her fantasy, parts : be pold, I pray you ;, follow me into the pit; Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I pid you; But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Come, come; trib, trib.

(Eseunt. Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and

shins. SCENE V.- Another part of the Park.

Quick. About, about;

Search Windsor-castle, elves, within and out: Enter FALSTAFP, disguised with a buck's head on.

Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ; Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve ; the That it may stand till the perpetual doom, minute draws on: Now, the hot blooded gods assist in state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit; me :- Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Worthy the owner, and the owner it. Europa ; love set on thy horns.-0, powerful love! The several chairs of order look you scour that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in With juice of balm, and every precious flower . some other, a man a beast.-You were also, Jupiter, Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, a swan, for the love of Leda :-0, omnipotent love! With loyal blazon, evermore be blest! how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose? And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,

- A fault done first in the form of a beast;— Jove, Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : a beastly fault! and then another fault in the sem. The expressure that it bears, green let it be, blance of a fowl ; think on't, Jove ; a foul fault.-- More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write, For me, I am here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, In emerald tufts, Howers purple, blue, and white : I think, i' the forest : send me a cool rut-time, Jove, Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, or who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes Buckled below fair knight-hood's bending knee : here ? my doe?

Fairies use flowers for their charactery.

Away ; disperse : But, till 'tis one o'clock,
Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. Page.

Our dance of custom, round about the oak Mrs. Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my deer? Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. my male deer?

Eva. Pray you, lock hand in Hand ; yourselves in Fol. My doe with the black scut? --Let the sky

order set : rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of Green And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, Sleeves ; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes ; | To guide our measure round about the tree. let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shel. But, stay : I smell a man of middle earth. ter me here.

[Embracing her.

Fal. Heaven defend me from that Welch fairy Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweet- lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! heart.

Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch :


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Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your pelly If he be chaste, the fame will back descend, And turn him to no pain ; but if he start,

Fal. Seese and putter! have I lived to stand at the It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.

taunt of one that inakes fritters of English? This is Pist. A trial, come.

enough to be the decay of lust and late walking Eva.

Come, will this wood take fire ? through the realm.

[They burn him with their tapers. Mrs. Puge. Why, sir John, do you think, though Fal. Oh, oh, oh!

we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire ! head and shoulders, and have given ourselves with. About him, fairies ; sing a scornful rhyme ; out scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. made you our delight ?

Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of fax? niquity.

Mrs. Page. A puffed man ? SONG.–Fye on sinful fantasy!

Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable

F'ye un lust and luxury!

Ford, And one that is as slanderous as Satan?
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,

Page. And as poor as Job ?

Ford. And as wicked as his wife?
Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire,
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and

Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and
Pinch him, fairies, mutually ;
Pinch him for his villainy;

swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles ! rinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,

Fal. Well, I am your theme : you have the start Till candles, and star-light, and moon-shine be out. Welch Aannel :' ignorance itself is a plummet o'er

of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. Doctor me ; use me as you will.

Caius comes one way, and steals away a fairy in Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to green ; Slender unother way, and takes off a fairy one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, in white; and Fenton comes, and steals auay Mrs. to whom you should have been a pander: over and Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. above that you have suffered, I think, to repay that All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his money will be a biting affliction. buck's head, and rises.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make

amends : Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Pace, and Mrs. Ford. They lay hold on him.

Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends.

Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Page. Nay, do not fly : I think, we have watch'd Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt eat a you now :

posset to night at my house ; where I will desire thee Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee : Tell Mrs. Page. I pray you, come ; hold up the jest no her, master Slender hath married her daughter. higher :

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that : if Anne Page be Now, good sir John, how like you Windsor wives? my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes

[ Aside Become the forest better than the town?

Enter SLENDER. Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now ?-Master Slen. Whoo, ho ! ho! father Page ! Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldy knave; here Page. Son! how now? how now, son ? have you are his horns, master Brook : And, master Brook, he despatched ? hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, Slen. Despatched !—I'll make the best in Gloceshis cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; which tershire know on't ; would I were hanged, la, else. must be paid to master Brook ; his horses are arrested Page. Of what, son ? for it, master Brook.

Slen. I came yonder at Eton to inarry mistress Anne Mrs. Ford. Sir John. we have had ill luck; we Page, and she's a great lubberly boy; If it had not could never meet. I will never take you for my love been i’ the church, I would have swinged hiin, or he again, but I will always count you my deer. should have swinged me. If I did not think it had Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are extant. a post-master's boy.

Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or four Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. times in the thought, they were not fairies : and yet Slen. What need you tell me that? I think so, when the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my I took a boy for a girl : If I had been married to powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a re- him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not ceived belief, in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and have had him. reason, that they were fairies See now,

Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I be made a Jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employinent. tell you, how you should know my daughter by her

Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your garments ? desires, and fairies will not pinse you.

Slen. I went to her in white, and cry'd mum, and Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed ; and Eva And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you. yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till Eva. Jeshu! master Slender, cannot you see but tavu art able to woo her in good English.

marry boys ? Fal. Ilave I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, Page. O, I am vexed at heart : What shall I do? that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: 1knew of as this ? Am I ridden with a Welch goat too? Shall your purpose ; turned my daughter into green; and, I have a coxcomb of frize ? 'Tis time I were choaked indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, with a piere of toasted cheese.

and there married.

how wit may

Enter Caius.

The offence is holy, that she hath como i nd:

And this deceit loses the name of craft, Caius. Vere is mistress Page ? By gar, I am of disobedience, or unduteous title ; cozened ; I ha' married un garçon, a boy ; un par: Since therein she doth evitate and shun san, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I A thousand irreligious cursed hours, am cozened.

Which forced marriage would have brought upo: her Mrs. Page. Why, did you not take her in green? Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy :

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state all Windsor.

(Exit Carus. Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a specia Anne?

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arrow hath glanced Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes master Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give Fenton.

thee joy! Enter FENTON and ANNE Page,

What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd.

Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are How now, master Fenton ?

chas'd. Anne. Pardon, good father ! good my mother, Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding. pardon !

Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :-Master Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went not

Fenton, with master Slender ?

Heaven give you many, many merry days ! Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, Good husband, let us every one go home, maid?

And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire : Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it. Sir John and all. You would have married her most shamefully, Ford. Let it be so .-Sir John, Where there was no proportion held in love. To master Brook you yet shall hold your word: The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, For he, to-night, shall lie with mistress Ford. Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us.


of this play there is a tradition preserved by Mr. Rowe, that This comedy is remarkable for the variety and number of the it was written at the command of queen Elizabeth, who was so personages, who exhibit more characters appropriated and dis delighted with the character of Falstaff, that she wished it to criminated, than perhaps can be found in any other play. be diffused through more plays; but suspecting that it might Whether Shakspeare was the first that produced upon the pall be continued uniformity, directed the poet to diversify his | English stage the effect of language distorted and depraved by manner, by shewing him in love. No task is harder than that provincial or foreign pronunciation, I cannot certainly decide. of writing to the ideas of another. Shakspeare knew what the This mode of forming ridiculous characters can confer praise quert, if the story be true, seems not to have known that by only, on him who ar iginally discovered it, for it requires no! any real passica of tenderness, the selfish craft, the careless much of either wit or judgment: its success must be derived Dellity, and the lazy luxury of Falstaff must have suffered so almost wholly from the player, but its power in a skilful mouth, och abatement, that little of his former cast would have re- even he that despises it, is unable to resist. sained. Falstaff could not love, but by ceasing to be Falstaff. The conduct of this drama is deficient ; the action begins and He could only counterfeit love, and his professions could be ends often, before the conclusion, and the different parts sight prompied, not by the hope of pleasure, but of money. Thus the change places without inconvenience; but its general power, Do wproached as near as he could to the work enjoined him; that power by which all works of genius shall finally be tried yet baring, perhaps, in the former plays, completed his own is such, that perhaps it never yet had reader or spectator wbo idea. seems not to have been able to give Falstaff all his former did not think it too soon at the end.--JOHNSON power of entertainment.

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TABRE is no edition of this play earlier than the first folio in

1623.-Mr. Malone supposes, that it was produced in the year 1607 ; but there is no evidence either to support, or relate such a supposition. Mr. Chalmers conceives that it was written in 1613.-1f any probable conjecture respecting its date may be derived from the merits of the work, I should have little hesitation in ranking this among our author's latest productions. It is marked by the ease and certainty

of an experienced hund. There is nothing superfluous. Every passage tends to the effect designed. No part could be ab stracted without material injury to the beauty of the whole. The serious portion of the comedy may have been taken from the seventh history of the fourth volume of Belleforest's Histoires Tragiques. The comic scenes and characters ap

pear to have been entirely Shakspeare's own. The com
mediators have discovered that Ben Jonsoa designed to ridi
cule Twelfth Night, in Every Man out of his humour.- Mitis
says in Act 3. of that play, " The argument of this comedy
might have been of some other nature, as of a Duke to be in
love with a Countess, and this Countess to be in love with
the Duke's son, and the son in love with the lady's waiting.
maid : some such cross wooing, with a clown to their serving-
man, &c. '-Where Mr. Steevens found the point of this pas.
sage, I am unable to say-in Tucsih Night there is no Coun.
tess in love with a Duke's son, nor any Duke's son in love
with a waiting-maid, “What is more to the purpose," says
Mr. Gifford, Ben Jonson's play was written ai least a dozen
years before Twelfth Night appeared."


PERSONS REPRESENTED. That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds, [her ?
Orsino, Duke of Illyria.

E’er since pursue me.-How now? what news from
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
ANTONIO, a sea captain, friend to Sebastian.

A sea captain, friend to Viola.
VALENTINE, Curio, gentlemen attending on the Duke. But from her handmaid do return this answer :

Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted,
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.

The element itself, till seven years' heat, Sir ANDREW AGUE CHEEK.

Shall not behold her face at ample view; MalvoLIO, steward to Olivia.

But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk, FABIAN, Clown, servants to Olivia.

And water once a day her chamber round OLIVIA, a al rich Countess.

With eye offending brine : all this, to season VIOLA, in love with the Duke.

A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh, MARIA, Olivia's woman.

And lasting, in her sad remembrance. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians,

Duke. 0, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, and other Attendants.

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,

How will she love, when the rich, golden shaft,
SCENE,-A City in ILLYRIA; and the Sea-coast Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
near it.

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fillid,

(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king !-

Away before me to sweet beds of Howers;

Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. SCENE 1.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

[Ereunt. Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending:

SCENE II.-The Sea-coast.
Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting,

Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
The appetite may sicken, and so die.-

Vio. What country, friends, is this? l'hat strain again ;—it had a dying fall :

Сар. .

Illyria, lady. 0, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,

Vio. And what should I do in Illyria ? That breathes upon a bank of violets,

My brother he is in Elysium.

[sailors! Stealing, and giving odour.- Enough ; no more ; Perchance, he is not drown'd .- What think you, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.

Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself were saved. spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou ! Vio. O my poor brother ! and so, perchance, may Chat, notwithstanding thy capacity

he be.

[chance, Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with Of what validity and pitch soever,

Assure yourself, after our ship did split, But falls into abatement and low price,

When you, and that poor number saved with you, Even in a minute ! so full of shapes is fancy, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, That it alone is high-fantastical.

Most provident in peril, bind himself Cur. Will you go hunt, my lord ?

(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) Duke.

What, Curio ? To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea ; Cur.

The hart. Where, like Arion on the dolp!in's back, Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have : I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

So long as I could see. Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence ;

For saying so, there's gold :

| Vio.

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Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope,

Mar. Ay, he. Whereto thy speech serves for authority,

Sir To. He's as tall a mai as any's in Illyria. The like of him. Know 'st thou this country?

Mar. What's that to the purpose ? Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, Sir To. Why he has three thousand ducats a year. Not three hours' travel from this very place.

Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these Vio. Who governs here?

ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal. Сар. .

A noble duke, in nature, Sir To. Fye, that you'll say so! he plays o’ the As in his name.

viol-de-gambo, and speaks three or four languages What is his name?

word for word without book, and hath all the good Сар. .

Orsino gifts of nature. Vio. Orsino! I have heard my father name hin: Mar. He hath, indeed, -almost natural : for, belle was a bachelor then.

sides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller ; and, Cap. And so is now,

but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the Or was so very late: for but a month

gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought among the Ago I went from hence; and then 'twas fresh prudent, he would quickly have the gift of a grave. In murinur, (as, you know, what great ones do, Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and The less will prattle of,) that he did seek

substractors, that say so of him. Who are they? The love of fair Olivia.

Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly l'io. What's she?

in your company, Cap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count Šir To. Witli drinking healths to my niece ; I'll That died some twelvemonth since ; then leaving her drink to her, as long as there is a passage in my In the protection of his son, her brother,

throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a Who shortly also died: for whose dear love, coystril, that will not drink to my niece, till his They say, she hath abjured the company

brajas turn o' the toe like a parish-top. What, And sight of men.

wench? Castiliano-volto ; for here comes Sir AnVio

0, that I served tnat lady: drew Ague-face. AZ might not be delivered to the world

Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
What my estate is.

Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby
That were hard to compass ;
Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew ?

(Belch? Because she will admit no kind of suit,

Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew. No, not the duke's.

Mar And you too, sir.
Vio. There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain ;

Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost.
And though that nature with a beauteous wall Sir And. What's that?
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee

Sir To. My niece's chamber-maid.
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits

Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better With this thy fair and outward character.

acquaintance. I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,

Mar. My name is Mary, sir. Conceal me what I am ; and be my aid

Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost, For such disguise us, haply, shali become

Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost, is, front The form of my intent. "I'll serve this duke ; her, board her, woo her, assail her. Thou shalt present me as an eunuch to him, Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake her It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing, in this company. Is that the meaning of accust? And speak to him in many sorts of music,

Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen. Chat will allow me very worth his service.

Sir To. An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, 'would What else may hap, to time I will commit; thou might'st never draw sword again. Only shape thou thy silence to my wit.

Sir And. An you part so, mistress, I would I Cap. Be you his eunuch, and your mute I'll be ; might never draw sword again

Fair lady, do you When my tongue blabs, then let mine eyes not see think you have fools in hand ? Vio. I thank thee : Lead me on. [Eseunt. Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand.

Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and here's SCENE III.-A Room in Olivia's House, my


Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you, bring Enter Sir Toby BELCH, and MARIA.

your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. Sir To. What a plague means my niece, to take Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your the death of her brother thus? I ani sure, care's an metaphor ? enemy to life.

Mar. It's dry, sir. Mar. By my troth, sir Toby, you must come in Sir And. Why, I think so; I am not such an ass, earlier o’nights; your cousin, my lady, takes great but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest ? exceptions to your ill hours.

Mar. A dry jest, sir.
Sir To. Why, let her except betore excepted. Sir And. Are you full of them ?

Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within Mar. Ay, sir , I have them at my fingers' ends : the modest limits of order.

marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren. Sir To. Confine ? I'll confine myself no finer than

[Exit MARIA. I am : these clothes are good enough to drink in, Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary: and so be these boots too, an they be not, let them when did I see thee so put down? hang themselves in their own straps.

Sir And. Never in your life, I think , unless you Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you: see canary put me down : Methinks sometimes I have I heard my lady talk of it yesterday; and of a fool- no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary man ish knight, that you brought in one night here, to be has : but I am a great eater of beef, and, I believe. her wooer.

that does harm to my wit. Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Avue.cheek?

Sir To. No question.

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