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Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall | SCENE 11.-A Room in LUCENTIO's House. go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd: -O monstrous villain !
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
And happily I have arriv'd at last
Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.]
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you,
Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna-
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not
Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast.
A Banquet set out.
Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTEN $10, and WIDOW, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an basty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me: therefore I'll sleep again.
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two..
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow:-
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW.
• A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, eakca, &c. 1 Dreads.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; | Swinge me them soundly forth unto their
Tra. O Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. bound, [Erit KATHARIKA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wosder.
Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now where's my wife?
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, zind quiet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio !
Re-enter KATHARINA, with Blanca, and
See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
Hor. I know her answer.
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Hor. She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un-
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR,
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
TINS play was produced under two disadvantages: first, it was not the suggestion of Shakspeare's own genius, be having exhibited the character of Falstaff in three inimitable plays, and finished the portrait to his own taste; and secondly, it was written with unusual expedition, in the short period of fourteen days. Queen Elizabeth is said to have been so delighted with the Knight, that she commanded our poet to show him in love; and, up" on this regal signification, Dr. Johnson remarks, that "no task is harder than that of writing to the dass es another. Shakspeare knew what the Queen, if the story be true, seems not to have known--that by any meal passion of tenderness, the selfish craft, the careless jollity, and the lazy luxury of Falstaff must have saf fered so much abatement, that little of his former craft would have remained. Falstaff could not love, but by ceasing to be Falstaff." The most noted propensities of " the fat old man," are however, skilfully engranted on the design of the piece; so that wit, covetousness, mendacity, aud concupiscence, are as much as posisie combined and developed in his conduct. The other characters, also, are well contrasted; and many of the scenes are pregnant with amusing incident. The circumstances of the plot are variously derived: some of them, probably, from an old translation of Il Pecorone by Giovanni Fiorentino; and the particular adventures of Falstaff, from The Lovers of Pisa, a story in an ancient piece called Tarleton's News out of Purgatore. Malene supposes that Shakspeare chose Windsor for the ene of Falstaff love-frolics, upon reading the subjoined passage in "Westward for Smelts:" " In Windsor not long agoe, dwelt a sumpterman, who had to wit a very faire but wanton creature, over whom, not without cause, he was something jealous; yet had he never may proof of her inconstancy."
SCENE I.-Windsor. Before PAGE's House.
SCENE-Windsor, and the parts adjacent.
ROBIN, Page to Falstaff.
Sten. All his successors, gone before him have done't; and all his ancestors, that come after him, may; they may give the dozen white luces in their coat.
MRS. ANNE PAGE, her Daughter, in love with
MRS. QUICKLY, Servant to Dr. Caius.
Servants to Page, Ford, &c.
Shal. It is an old coat.
Eva. The dozen white louses do become an A title formerly appropriated to chaplains as well as + Custos rotulorum. The luce is a pike: Shakspeare has here a throw at Sir Thomas Lucy, who compelled him to leave Stratford.
Shal. Sir Hugh, persuade me not: I will make a star chamber matter of it: if he were twenty Sir John Falstaffs, he shall not abuse Robert Shallow, esquire.
Sten. In the county of Gloster, justice of peace, and coram.
Shal. Ay, cousin Slender, and Cust-alorum. + Sien. Ay, and ratolorum too; and a gentle-agements unto you, I am of the church, and man born, master parson; who writes himself will be glad to do my benevolence, to nakt atonements and compromises between you. armigero; in any bill, warrant, quittance, or obligation, armigero.
Shul. Ay, that we do; and have done time these three hundred years.
old coat well; it agrees well, passant: it is a familiar beast to mau, and signifies-love.
Shal. The luce is the fresh fish; the salt ist is an old coat.
Sten. I may quarter, coz?
Shal. You may, by marrying.
Eva. It is marring indeed, if he quarter it.
Eva. Yes, py'r lady if he has a quarter of your coat, there is but three skirts for yourself, in my simple conjectures: but that is al eue: If Sir John Falstaff have committed dispar
Shal. The council shall hear it; it is a riot. Eva. It is not meet the council bear a riot; there is no fear of Got in a riot: the coused and not to hear a riot; take your vizaments you, shall desire to hear the fear of Get,
Shal. Ha! o' my life, if I were young again, the sword should end it.
and end it: and there is also another device Eva. It is petter that friends is the sword, in my prain, which, peradventure, prings geog discretions with it: There is Auue Page
• By our.
+ Court of star-chamber.
which is daughter to master George Page, which is pretty virginity.
Slen. Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small • like a woman.
Eva. It is that fery verson for all the 'orld, as just as you will desire; and seven hundred pounds of monies, and gold, and silver, is her grandsire, upon his death's-bed, (Got deliver to a joyful resurrections :) give, when she is able to overtake seventeen years old: it were a gon motion, if we leave our pribbles and prabbles, and desire a marriage between master Abraham, and mistress Anne Page.
Skal. Did her grandsire leave her seven hundred pound?
Eva. Ay, and her father is make her a petter penny :
Shal. I know the young gentlewoman; she has good gifts.
Eva. Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts.
Shat. Well, let us see honest master Page: Is Falstaff there?
Eva. Shall I tell you a lie? I do despise a liar, as I do despise one that is false; or, as despise one that is not true. The knight, Sir John, is there; and, I beseech you, be ruled by your well-willers. I will peat the door [knocks] for master Page. What, hoa! Got pless your house bere !
Enter PAGE. Page. Who's there?
Eva. 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.
Page. I am glad to see your worship's well: I thank you for my venison, master Shallow.
Shal. Master Page, I am glad to see you: Much good do it your good heart! I wished your venison better: it was ill kill'd :-How doth good mistress Page?-and I love you always with my heart, la; with my heart.
Page. Sir, I thank you.
Shal. Sir, I thank you; by yea and no, I do. Page. I am glad to see you, good master Slender.
Sten. How does your fallow greyhound, I heard say, he was out-run on Cotsale.+ Page. It could not be judg'd, Sir. Sten. You'll not confess, you'll not confess. Shal. That he will not ;-'tis your fault, 'tis your fault:-'Tis a good dog.
Page. A cur, Sir.
Shat. Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog; Can there be more said? he is good and fair.Is Sir John Falstaff here ?
Page. Sir, he is within; and I would I could do a good office between you. Era. It is spoke as a Christians ought to speak.
Enter Sir JOHN FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, NYM, and PISTOL. Fal. Now, master Shallow; you'll complain of me to the king?
Shal. Knight, you have beaten my men, killed my deer, and broke open my lodge.
Fal. 'Twere better for you, if it were known in counsel you'll be laugh'd at.
Eva. Pauca verba, Sir John, good worts. Fal. Good worts! good cabbage.-Slender, I broke your head; What matter have you against me?
Fal. But not kiss'd your keeper's daughter? Shal. Tut, a pin! this shall be answer'd. Fal. I will answer it straight ;-1 have done all this :-That is now answer'd.
Shal. The council shall know this.
+ Cotswold in Gloucestershire
Slen. Marry, Sir, I have matter in my head against you; and against your coney-catching + rascals, Bardolph, Nym, and Pistol. They carried me to the tavern, and made me drunk, and afterwards picked my pocket.
Burd. You Banbury cheese! $
Pist. How now, Mephostophilus 15
Slen. Ay, it is no matter.
Nym. Slice, I say! pauca, pauca ; slice ! that's my humour.
Sten. Where's Simple, my man ?-can you tell, cousin?
Eva. Peace: I pray you! Now let us understand: There is three umpires in this matter as I understand; that is-master Page, fidelicet, master Page; and there is myself, fidelicet, my. self; and the three party is, lastly and finally, mine host of the Gaiter.
Page. We three, to hear it, and end it between them.
Eva. Fery goot: I will make a prief of it in my note-book; and we will afterwards 'ork upon the cause, with as great discreetly as we
Pist. He bears with ears.
Eva. The tevil and his tam! what phrase is this, He hears with ears! Why, it is affectations.
Shal. He bath wrong'd me, master Page. Page. Sir, he doth in some sort confess it. Shal. If it be confess'd, it is not redress'd; is not that so, master Page? He hath wrong'drance is ! me; indeed, he hath ;-at a word, he hath ;believe ine;-Robert Shallow, esquire, saith he is wrong'd.
Page. Here comes Sir John.
Fal. Pistol, did you pick master Slender's purse?
Slen. Ay, by these gloves, did he, for 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 ine two shillings and twopence a-piece of Yead Miller, by these gloves.
Fal. Is this true, Pistol?
Eva. No; it is false, if it is a pick-purse.
I combat challenge of this latten bilbo : **
Nym. Be advised, Sir, and pass good hu mours: I will say, marry trap, with you, if you run the nutbook's ‡‡ humours on me; that is the very note of it.
Slen. By this hat, then he in the red face had it for though I cannot remember what I did when you made me drunk, yet I am not aitogeher an ass.
Fal. What say you, Scarlet and John?
Bard. Why, Sir, for my part, I say, the gentleman had drunk himself out of his five sentences.
Eca. It is his five senses: fie, what the igno
Bard. And being fap, 55 Sir, was, as they say, cashier'd; and so conclusions pass'd the careires.
Sten. Ay, you spake in Latin then too; but 'tis no matter: I'll ne'er be drunk whilst I live again, but in honest, civil, godly company, for this trick: if I be drunk, I'll be drunk with those that have the fear of God, and not with
Eva. So Got 'udge me, that is a virtuous mind.
• Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind. + Sharpers were called coney-catchers. Nothing but paring.
The name of a familiar spirit in the old story of Faust. j Few words. King Edward's shillings, used in the game of shuffle-board. Blade as thin as a lath.
44 Lips. :: If you say I am a thief 1) Drunk. The bounds of good behaviour.