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I'll force thee yield to my desire. Val. Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch, ou friend of an ill fashion!
Tal. Thou common friend, that's without faith or ve, such is a friend now; treacherous man!
ou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eya
n sorry I must never trust thee more,
private wound is deepest: O time most accurst,
ader 't here; I do as truly suffer
'er I did commit.
or of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.
, that my love may appear plain and free, that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
l. O me unhappy?
o. How let me see:
, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
ro. Look to the boy.
al. Why boy! why wag! how now! what's the natLook up; speak.
l. O good sir, my master charged me to deliver & ring adam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never one. ro. Where is that ring, boy? 90
Here 'tis; this is it.
is the ring you sent to Silvia.
o. But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart ve this unto Julia.
7. And Julia herself did give it me;
Julia herself hath brought it hither. o. How! Julia!
7. Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths, entertain❜d 'em deeply in her heart.
oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root !
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Woinen to change their shapes than men their minds.
Pro. Than men their minds ! 'tis true. O heaven! were
But constant, he were perfect.
That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
Val. Come, come, a hand from either:
Pro. Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever.
Enter Outlaws, with DUKE and THURIO.
Outlaws. A prize, a prize, a prize!
Val. Forbour, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
Sir Valentine !
Thu. Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia's mine.
Val. Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Thu. Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I:
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
And think thee worthy of an empress' love:
ke thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.
Tal. I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy. ow beseech you, for your daughter's sake, grant one boon that I shall ask of you. Duke. I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be.
Tal. These banish'd men that I have kept withal
ey are reformed, civil, full of good
fit for great employment, worthy lord. Duke. Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them and thee: pose of them as thou know'st their deserts. ne, let us go: we will include all jars th triumphs, mirth and rare solemnity. al. And, as we walk along, I dare be bold h our discourse to make your grace to smile. at think you of this page, my lord? uke. I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes Tal. I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy. uke. What mean you by that saying? al. Please you, I'll tell you as we pass along, -t you will wonder what hath fortuned.
e, Proteus; 'tis your penance but to hear story of your loves discovered:
t done, our day of marriage shall be yours; feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
SCENE I. Windsor. Before PAGE's house.
Enter JUSTICE SHALLOW, SLENDER, and SIR HUGH EVANS.
Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not; I will make a Starchamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.
Slen. In the county of Gloucester. justice of peace and "Coram."
Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and "Custalorum."
Slen. Ay, and "Rato-lorum" too; and a gentleman born, master parson; who writes himself " Armigero," in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, "Armigera"
Shal. Ay, that I do; and have done any time these three hundred years.
Slen. All his successors gone before him hath done't; and all his ancestors that come after him may: they may give the dozen white luces in their coat.
Shal. It is an old coat.
Evans. The dozen white louses do become an old coat well; it agrees well, passant; it is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.
Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt fish is an old pat.
Slen. I may quarter, coz.
Shal. You may, by marrying
Evans. It is marrying indeed, if he quarter it.
Evans. Yes, py'r lady; if he has a quarter of your coat, ere is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjec res: but that is all one. If Sir John Falstaff have comitted disparagements unto you, I am of the church, and ll be glad to do my benevolence to make atonements and mpremises between you.
Shal. The council shall hear it; it is a riot.
Evans. It is not meet the council hear a riot; there is no ar of Got in a riot: the council, look you, shall desire to ar the fear of Got, and not to hear a riot; take your viza. ents in that.
Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword ould end it. 41
Evans. It is petter that friends is the sword, and end it: d there is also another device in my prain, which peradature prings goot discretions with it: there is Anne Page, ich is daughter to Master Thomas Page, which is pretty ginity.
Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and eaks small like a woman.
Evans. It is that fery person for all the orld, as just as
will desire; and seven hundred pounds of moneys, and d and silver, is her grandsire upon his death's-bed-Got iver to a joyful resurrections 1-give, when she is able Overtake seventeen years old: it were goot motion if leave our pribbles and prabies, and desire a marriage ween Master Abraham and Mistress Anne Page. Elen. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound? Toans. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny. len. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts. Evans. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is goot
hal. Well, let us see honest Master Page. Is Falstaff re?
wans. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a lie as I do pise one that is false, or as I despise one that is not >. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, beseech you, ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door for ter Page. [Knocks] What, hoa! Got pless your house el
age. [Within] Who's there?