Fal. You hear all these matters denied, gentlemen; you hear it. Enter Mistress ANNE PAGE with wine; Mis- Fal. Mistress Ford, by my troth, you are very well met by your leave, good mistress. [Kissing her. Page. Wife, bid these gentlemen welcome: Come we have a hot venison pasty to dinner; come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness. [Exeunt all but SHALLOW, SLENDER, and EVANS Sten. I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here: Enter SIMPLE. How now, Simple! where have you been? I must wait on myself, must If You have not The Book of Riddles about you, bave you ? Sim. Book of Riddles why, did you net lend it to Alice Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore Michaeluras ?. Shal. 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 off by Sir Hugh here;-Do you understand me? Slen. Ay, Sir, you shall find me reasonable; if it be so, I shall do that that is reason. Shal. Nay, but understand me. Slen. So I do, Sir. Era. Give ear to his motions, master Slender: I will description the matter to you, if you be capacity of it. Slen. 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. Eva. But that is not the question; the question is concerning your marriage. Shal. Ay, there's the point, Sir. Eva. Marry, is it; the very point of it; to mistress Anne Page. Slen. Why, if it be so, I will marry her, upon any reasonable demands. Eva. 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 ? Shal. Cousin Abraham Slender, can you love her? Slen. I hope, Sir, I will do as it shall become one that would do reason. Bra. Nay, Got's lords and his ladies, you must speak possitable, if you can carry her your desires towards her. Shal. That you must: Will you, upon good dowry, marry her? Slen. I willl do a greater thing than that, upon your request, cousin, in any reason. Shal. Nay, conceive me, conceive me, sweet coz; what I do, is to pleasure you, coz: Can you love the maid ? Sten. I will marry her, Sir, at your request; but if there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better ac quaintance, when we are married, and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt: but if you say, marry her, I will marry her, that I ain freely dissolv'd, and dissolutely. Era. It is a ferry discretion answer; save, the faul' is in the 'ort dissolutely: the 'ort is, according to our meaning, resolutely; his mea ing is good. Shal. Ay, I think my cousin meant well. An intended blunder. Slen. Ay, or eise I would I might be hanged, la. Shal. Here comes fair mistress Would I were young, for your sake, mistress Aune! Anne. The dinner is on the table; my fant desires your worship's company. Shal. I will wait on him, fair mistress Anne. Eva. Od's plessed will; I will not be ab sence at the grace. [Exeunt SHALLOW and Sir H. EVANS Anne. Will't please your worship to саше in, Sir. Sten. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well. Anne. The dinner attends you, Sir, Slen. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, for sooth: Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon my cousin Shallow: [Erit SIMPLE A justice of peace sometime may be bebolora to his friend for a man:-1 keep bat three mara and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: Bit what though; yet I live like a poor geutenan born. Anne. I may not go in without your worship: they will not sit till you comе. Slen. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did. Anne. I pray you, Sir, walk in. Sten. I had rather walk bere, I thank you: I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger with a master of fence, three veneys for a dish of stewed prunes; and by my troth, I cannot abide the ameil of hot meat since. Why do your dogs back sol be there bears i' the town? Anne. I think there are, Sir, I heard them talked of. Slen. I love the sport well; but I shali an soon quarrel at it, as any man in England.You are afraid, if you see the bear loose, are you not ? Anne, Aye indeed, Sir. Sten. That's meat and drink to me now: I have seen Sackerson loose twenty times; and have taken him by the chain but, I warrant you, the women have so cried and shries'd at it, that it pass'd:-but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill favoured rough things. Re-enter PAGE. Bage. Come, gentle master Slender, come; we stay for you. Slen. I'll eat nothing; I thank you, Sir. Page. By cock and pye, § you shall not choose, Sten. Nay, pray you, lead the way. Slen. Mistress Anne, yourself shall go first. Sten. Truly, I will not go first; truly, la: 1 will not do you that wrong. Anne. I pray, you, Sir. Slen. 1'll rather be unmannerly than treable some you do yourself wrong, indeed, ta. SCENE 11.- The same. Excunt. Eva. Nay, it is petter yet-give her this letter; for it is a 'oman that altogether's ac quaintance with mistress Anne Page; and the Three set-to's, bouts, or hits. + The name of a bear exhibited at Paris-Garden in Southwark. 1 Surpassed all expression. A common adjuration, and a cerruption of the sa ered Naine in the old Moralities. SCENE III.-A Room in the Garter Inn. Enter FALSTAFF, HOST, BARDOLPH, NYM, PISTOL, and ROBIN. Fal. Mine host of the Garter,Host. What says, my bully-rook? Speak scholarly, and wisely. Fal. Truly, mine host, I must turn away some of my followers. Host. Discard bully Hercules; cashier: let them wag; trot, trot. Ful. I sit at ten pounds a week. Host. Thou'rt an emperor, Cæsar, Keisar, and Pheezar, I will entertain Bardolph; he shall draw, he shall tap: said I well, Bully Hector? with such a greedy intention, that the appetite of her eye did seem to scorch me up like a buruing glass! Here's another letter to ber: she bears the purse too; she is a region in Guiana, all gold and bounty. I will be cheater to them both, and they shall be exchequers to me; they shall be my East and West Indies, and I will trade to them both. Go, bear thon this letter to mistress Page; and thou this to mistress Ford: we will thrive, lads, we will thrive. Pist. Shall I Sir Pandarus of Troy become, And by my side wear steel? then, Lucifer take all ! Nym. I will run no base humour; here, take the humour letter; I will keep the 'haviour of reputation. Fab. Hold, sirrah, [To ROB.] bear you these letters tightly; go; Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.Rogues, hence avaunt! vauish like hail-stones, [pack! Trudge, plod, away, o' the hoof; seek shelter Falstaff will learn the humour of this age, French thrift, you rogues; myself, and skirted page. [Exeunt FALSTAFY and ROBIN. Pist. Let vultures gripe thy guts i for gourd and fullam holds, And high and low beguile the rich and poor: Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! Nym. I have operations in my head, which be humours of revenge. Pist. Wilt thou revenge? Nym. With both the humours, I: Ful. I am glad I am so acquit of this tinder- I will discuss the humour of this love to Page, box; his thefts were too open his filching was like an unskilful singer, be kept not time. Nym. The good humour is, to steal at a minute's rest. Pist. Convey, the wise it call: Steal! foh; a feo for the phrase I Fal. Well, Sirs, I am almost out at heels. Fal. There is no remedy; I must coney-catch; I must shift. Pist. Young ravens must have food. Fal. Which of you know Ford of this town ? Pist. 1 ken the wight, he is of substance Pist. Two yards, and more. Fal. No quips now, Pistol; indeed I am in the waist two yards about but I am now about no waste; I am about thrift. Briefiy, I do mean to make love to Ford's wife; I spy entertainiment in her she discourses, she carves, she gives the leer of invitation: I can construe the action of her familiar style; and the hardest voice of her behaviour, to be English'd rightly, is, I am Sir John Falstaff's. Pist. He hath studied her well, and translated her well; out of honesty into English. pass? Nym. The anchor is deep: will that humour Fal. Now, the report goes, she has all the rule of her husband's purse, she hath legions of angels. I Pist. As many devils entertain; and, To her, boy, say 1. Nym. The humour rises; it is good humour me the angels. Fal. I have writ me here a letter to her and here another to Page's wife; who even now gave me good eyes too, examin'd my parts with most judicious eyliads: sometimes the beam of her view gilded my foot, sometimes my portly belly. Pist. Then did the sun on dung-bill shine. Pist. And I to Ford shall eke unfold, His dove will prove, his gold will hold, Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true humour. Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents:1 second thee; troop on. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Dr. CALUs's House. Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Quick. What; John Rugby 1-1 pray thee go to the caseinent, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch. [Exit RUGBY. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kiud fellow, as ever servants shall come in house withal; and I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breed-bate:** his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish ++ that way but nobody but has his fault;-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master f Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring knife ? Sim. No, forsooth; he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-coloured beard. 11 Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not f Sim. Ay, forsooth: but he is as tall 9 a man !! In the old tapestries, Cain and Judas were repre sented with yellow beards. Brave. of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he bath fought with a warrener.. Quick. How say you ?-Oh! I should remem ber him? Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait? Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish Re-enter RUGBY. Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent: + Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts SIMPLE in the closet.] He will not stay long. What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say! -Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home:-and down, down, adown-a, &c. [Sings. Enter Doctor CALUS. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd: a box, a green-a box; Do in tend vat I speak? a green-a box. Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad. [Aside. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe ! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais a la Cour, la grand affaire. Quick. Is it this, Sir? peche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave, Rugby ? Rug. Here, Sir. Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court. Rug. 'Tis ready, Sir, here in the porch. Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'a y j'oublie ? dere is some simples in my closet, dat 1 vill not for the varid I shall leave behind. Quick. Ah! me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad. Caius. O diable! diable! vat is in my closet ?-Villany? larron! (Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier. Quick. Good master, be content. Quick. The young man is an bonest man. Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet. Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatic; hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from parson Hugh. Caius. Vell. brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself; Sim. 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand. Quick. Are you advis'd o' that! you shall find it a great charge and to be up early, and down late;-but notwithstanding, (to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it :) my maмег himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,-1 know Anne's mind,that's neither here nor there. Caius. You jack'nape; give-a dis letter Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: 1 vili cat his throat in de park; and I will teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make:-yom may be gone; it is not good you tarry here: by gar, I will cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Erit SIMPLE. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a for dat-do not youा tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for my self?-by gar, I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure out weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page. Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What the gonjere! Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me; By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door:-Follow my beris, Rugby. [Breunt CATUS and REGET. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than i do with her, I thank heaven. Fent. [Within.] Who's within there, bo! Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you. Enter FENTON. Fent. How now, good woman; how dot thou ? Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask. Fent. What news? how does pretty mistress Anne? Quick. In truth, Sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it. Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou! Shall I not lose my suit ? Quick. Troth, Sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be sworn on a book she loves you:-Have not your worship a wart about your eye f Fent. Yes, marry, have 1; what of that! Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tail;-good faith, it is such another Nau:-but, I detest, an honest maid as ever broke bread :-We had an hour's talk of that wart-I shall never laugh but in that maid's company?-But, indeed she is given too much to allicholly: and musing: But for you-Well, go to. Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: Hold, there's money for thee; let me have thy voire in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, com mend me Quick. Will 11 i'faith, that we will and 1 will tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence; and of other Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard wooers. him so loud, and so melancholy;-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French Doctor, my master, -I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, • The kreper of a warren. ↑ Scolaed, reprimanded. now. Erit. Quick. Farewell to your worship. Truly, an honest gentleman; but Anne loves bim not; fer I know Anne's mind as well as another does:Out upon't! what have I forgot? [Brit SCENE 1.-Before PAGE'S House. Enter Mistress PAGE, with a letter. Mrs. Page. What! have I'scaped love-letters in the holy-day time of my beauty, and am I now a subject for them? Let me see: [Reads. Ask me no reason why I love you; for Thine own true knight, John Falstaff. By What a Herod of Jewry is this? O wicked, wicked, world!-one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age, to show himself a young gal lant! What an unweighed behaviour bath this Flemish drunkard picked (with the devil's name) out of my conversation, that he dares in this manner assay me? Why, he hath not been thrice in my company !-What should I say to him? I was then frugal of my mirth:-heaven forgive me!-Why, I'll exhibit a bill in the parliament for the putting down of men. How shall I be revenged on him? for revenged I will be, as sure as his guts are made of puddings. Enter Mistress FORD. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page! trust me, I was going to your house. Mrs. Page. And, trust me, I was coming to you. You look very ill. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to show to the contrary. Mrs. Page. 'Faith, but you do, in my mind. could show you to the contrary: O mistress Page, give me some counsel ! Mrs. Page. What's the matter, woman ? Mrs. Ford. O woman, if it were not for one trifling respect, I could come to such honour! Mrs. Page. Hang the trifle, woman; take the honour: What is it?--dispense with trifles ;what is it? 50 Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment, or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What?-thou liest! Sir Alice Ford!--These knights will hack; and thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. Mrs. Ford. We burn day-light-here, read, read; perceive how I might be knighted.-1 shall think the worse of fat men, as long as I bave an to make difference of men's liking: eye And yet he would not swear; praised women's modesty and gave such orderly and well be baved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I would have sworn his disposition would have gone to the truth of his words: but they do no more adbere and keep place together, than the hundredth Psalin to the tune of Green sleeves, What tempest, I trow, threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his belly, ashore at Windsor ? How shall I be revenged on him? I think the best way were to entertain bin with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like ? Mrs. Page. Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs!-To thy great • Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician. comfort in this mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin-brother of thy letter: but let thine inberit first; for, I protest, mine never shall. I warrant, he hath a thousand of these letters, writ with blank space for different names, (sure more,) and these are of the second edition: He will print them out of doubt: for he cares not what he puts into the press, when he would put us two. I had rather be a giantess, and lie under mount Pelion. Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one chaste man. Mrs. Ford. Why, this is the very same; the very hand, the very words: What doth he think of us? Mrs. Page. Nay, I know not: It makes me almost ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain myself like one that I am not acquainted withal; for, sure, unless he know some strain in me that I know not myself, he would never have boarded me in this fury. Mrs. Ford. Boarding, call you it ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck. Mrs. Page. So will 1; if he come under my hatches, I'll never to sea again. Let's be revenged on bim: let's appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in his suit; and lead him on with a fine baited delay, till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter. Mrs. Ford. Nay, I will consent to act any villany against him, that may not sully the chariness of our honesty. Oh! that my husband saw this letter! it would give eternal food to his jealousy. Mrs. Page. Why, look, where he comes; and my good man too: he's as far from jealousy, as I am from giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable distance. Mrs. Ford. You are the happier woman. Mrs. Page. Let's consult together against this greasy knight: Come bither. [They retire. Enter FORD, PISTOL, PAGE, and NYM. Ford. Why, Sir, my wife is not young. Pist. He wooes both high and low, both rich and poor, Both young and old, one with another, Ford; Ford. Love my wife? Pist. With liver burning hot: Prevent, or go thou, Like Sir Actæon he, with Ringwood at thy heels : Pist. The horn, I say: Farewelt. do sing. Away, Sir corporal Nym.-- (Exit PISTOL. Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. Nym. And this is true. [To PAGE.) I like not the humour of lying. He hath wronged me in some humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; I speak, and I avonch. Tis true-my name is Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife. Adieu! I love not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's the humour of it. Adieu, [alt NTM. Page. The humour of it, quoth 'a! here's a fellow frights humour ont of its wits. Ford. I will seck out Falstaff. Page. I never heard such a drawling affecting Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, and tell him, my name is Brook; only for a though the priest o' the town commended him for a true man. Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well. Page. How now, Meg ? Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George ?-Hark you. Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank ? why art thou melancholy ? Ford. I melancholy ! I am not melancholy.Get you home, go. Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Will you go, mistress Page? Mrs. Page. Have with you. You'll come to dinner, George!-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight. [Aside to Mrs. FORD. Enter Mistress QUICKLY. Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it. Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne ? Quick. Ay, forsooth; And, I pray, how does good mistress Anne ? Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you. [Exeunt Mrs. PAGE, Mrs. FORD, and Mrs. QUICKLY. Page. How, now, master Ford ? Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you not? Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me ? Ford. Do you think there is truth in them ? Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it but these that accuse him n his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service. Ford. Were they his men ? Ford. I like it never the better for that.Does he lie at the Garter. Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her loose to him and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head. Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loath to turn them together: A man may be too confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied. Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or money in his purse, when he looks so merrily. How now, mine host ? Enter HosST and SHALLOW. Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentlemen; cavalero-justice, I say. Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even, and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will you go with us? we have sport in band. Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him bully-rook. Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought between Sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French doctor. Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you. Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook ? [They go aside. Shal. Will you [to PAGE] go with us to behold it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them contrary places: for, believe me, I hear the parson is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our sport shall be. Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my guest-cavalier ? Ford. None, 1 protest: but I'll give you a pottle of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, • The Chinese, or sharpers, were calf staians. jest. Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress and regress; said I well and thy name shall be Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts? Shal. Have with you, mine host. Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier. Shal. Tut, Sir, I could have told you more: In these times you stand on distance, yo passess, stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the time, with my long sword, I would have made you four tall fellows skip ine rats. Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag Page. Have with you:-1 had rather hear them scold than fight. [Ereunt HOST, SHALLOw, and Pace, Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off my opinion so easily: She was in his company at Page's house; and what they made there I know not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour weil bestowed. (Erit. SCENE II.-A Room in the Garter Ins. Fal. I will not lend thee a peuny. Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, Sir, you should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your coach-fellow Nym; or e'se you had looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. I am damned in hell, for sweaning to gentlemen my friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her fan, I took't upon mine bonour, thou hadst it not. Pist. Didst thou not share? badst thou not fifteen pence: Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no more about me, I am no gibbet for you:-go.-A short knife and a throng:-to your manor of Pick't-hatch, go. You'll not bear a letter for me, you rogue!-you stand upon your honour I-Why, thou unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to keep the terms of mine, honour precise. 1, 1, I myself sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the left hand, and hiding mine honour in my ne cessity, am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet you, rogue, will ensconce** your rags, your cat-a-mountain looks, your redlattice + phrases, and your bold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your honour! You will not do it, you? Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of man? |