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like Herne the hunter! -- Why, now is Cupid a Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire, child of conscience; he makes restitution. As I am As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher i true spirit, welcome.
(Noise within. Pinch him, fairies, mutually ; Mrs. Page, Alas! what noise ?
Pinch him for his villany; Mra. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Fal. What should this be!
Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out. Mrs. Ford Mrs. Page.
} Away, away. [They run off. During this song, the fairies pinch Falstaff. DocFal. I think the devil will not have me damned,
tor Caius comes one way, and steals uway a fairy Ist the oil that is in me should sel hell on fire; he
in green; Slender another way, and lakes of Fould never else cross me thus.
a fairy in white ; and Fenton comes, and steals
away Mrs. Anne Page. 4 noise of hunting is Enter Sir Hugu Evans like a satyr ; Mrs. QUICK- made within. All the fairies run away. FalIT and PISTOL; ANNE PAGE as the Fairy Queen, staff pulls off his buck's head, and rises.) attended by her brother and others, dressed like fairies, with waren tapers on their heads.
Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. Ford.
They lay hold on him.
Page. Nay, do not fly; I think we have watch'd You orphan heirs of fixed destiny,
you now; Attend your office and your quality.--
Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.
Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the jest Pist. Elses, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Now, good sır John, how like you Windsor wives?
no higher: Cricket, to Windsor chimney shalt thou leap: Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths un
See you these, husband ? do not these fair yokes swept,
Become the forest better than the town? There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Ford. Now, sir, who's a cuckold now?--Mas. On radiant Queen hates sluts and sluttery.
ter Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cockoldly knave; hero Fal They are fairies; he, that speaks to them, are his horns, master Brook: And, master Krook, shall die:
he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buckIl sink and couch: No man their works must ere. which must be paid to master Brook; his horses
basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money : Ezz. Where's Perle ?-Go you, and where you are arrested for it, master Brook. find a maid,
Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck: we That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
could never meet. I will never take you for my Raise up the organs of her fantasy,
love again, but I will always count you my deer. sleep she as sound as careless infancy:
Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made an But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and
Ford. Ay, and an ox too; both the proofs are shins.
extant. Quick. About, about;
Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or Searcb Windsor Castle, elves, within and out;
four times in the thought, they were not fairies: and Strew good luck. ouphes, on every sacred room,
yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;
into a received belief, in despite of the teeth of all Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, The several chairs of order look you scour
how wit may be made a jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon With juice of balm, and every precious tlower;
ill employment Fach fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
Eva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your With royal blazon, evermore be blest!
desires, and fairies will not pinse you. And nightly. meadow-fairies, look you sing,
Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh. Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring :
Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
you. More fert.le-fresh than all the field to see;
Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till And. Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,
thou art able to woo her in good English. Infoerald tufts, tiowers purple, blue, and white;
Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'erBuckled below fair knighthood's bending knee:
reaching as this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize?o 'tis time I Away; disperse: Bul, till 'tis one o'clock,
were choked with a piece of toasted cheese. Onur dance of custom, round about the oak
Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly Of Here the hunter, let us not forget.
is all putter. Era. Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves the taunt of one that makes fritters of English!
Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at in order set: And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, This is enough to be the decay of late-walking To guide our measure round about the tree.
through the realm. But, say; I smell a man of middle earth.
Mrs. Page. Why, sir John, do you think, though Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy! we would
have thrust virtue out of our hearts by les be transform me to a piece of cheese!
the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves Put. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlooked cven in without scruple to bell, that ever the devil could thy birth
have made you our delight! Grick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end:
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ? If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,
Mrs. Page. A pulled man? And turn him to no pain: but if he start,
Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.
entrails. Pisl. A trial, come.
Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan? Eru. Come, will this wood take pire ?
Page. And as poor as Job? [They burn him with their tapers.
Ford. And as wicked as his wife? Fel. Oh, oh, oh!
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns. Quick Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkAbout him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme:
ings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. prabbles? Les it is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and of me: L'am dejected; I am not able to answer
Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start @juty.
Welsh flannel ;' ignorance itself is a plummet o'er SONG.
me: use me as you will. Fue on sinful fantasy!
Ford. Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to Fye on lust and luxury
one master Brook, that you have cozenod of money Litst is but a bloody fire,
• Horns which Falstaff had. Kindled with unchaste desire,
• A fool's cap of Welsh mate
to whom you should have been a pander: over and by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am above that you have suffered, I think to repay that cozened. money will be a biting atiliction.
Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green! Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make Caius. Aye, by gar, and 'tis a boy: by gar, 11 amnends.
raise all Windsor
(Erit Calls. Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends.
Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last. Anne?
Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes mas posset to night at my house; where will desire ter Fenton. thee to laugh at my wife that now laughs at thee:
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.
Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that:- If Anne Page How now, master Fenton ? be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius's wife. Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother,
pardon! Enter SLENDER.
Page. Now, mistress ! how chance you went not Slen. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page!
with master Slender? Page. Son! how now! how now, son? have you Mrs. Page, Why went you not with master doo despatched?
tor, maid? Slen. Despatched - I'll make the best in Glou- Fent. You do amaze her: Hear the truth of it cestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, You would have married her most shamefully, else.
Where there was no proportion held in love. Puge. Of what, son ?
The truth is, she and 1, long since contracted, Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mistress Are now so sure, that nothing can dissolve us Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it The offence is holy, that she hath committed : had not been i' the church, I would have swinged And this deceit loses the name of craft, him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not of disobedience, or unduteous title; think it had been Anne Page, would I might never since therein she doth evitate and shun stir, and 'tis a post-master's boy,
A thousand irreligious cursed hours, Page. Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. Which forced marriage would have brought upon Sen. What need you tell ine that! I think so,
her. when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been married Ford. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy:to him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state; not have had him.
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. Page. Why, this is your own folly. Did not I Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special tell you, how you should know my daughter by her stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. garments?
Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give Slen. I went to her in white, and cried mum, and
thee joy! she cry'd budget, as Anne and I had appointed; What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac d. and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see
chas'd. but marry boys?
Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding Page. (, I'am vexed at heart: What shall I do? Mrs. Page, Well, I will muse no further :Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew
Master Fenton, of your purpose : turned my daughter into green; Heaven give you many, inany merry days! and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the dean- Good husband, let us every one go home, ery, and there married.
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;
Sir John and all.
Let it be so:—Sir John, Caius. Vere is mistress Page! By gar, I am To master Brook you yet shall hold your word; cotened; I ha' married un garcon, a boy ; un paisan, for he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford. (Ereint.
WHAT YOU WILL.
013150, Duke of Illyria.
FABIAN, $CZASTiar, a young Gentleman, Brother to Viola. Clown,
Servants to Olivia.
OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
MARIÁ, Olivia's woman.
Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Alusicians, anal MALTOLIO, steward to Olivia.
SCENE, a city in Illyria; and the Sea-Coast near it.
SCENE I. -- An Apartment in the Duke's palace. To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
How will she love, when the rich golden shalt, Enter Duke, Curio, Lords; Musicians attending. Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else Duke. If music be the food of love, play on,
That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd
(Her sweet perfections) with one self king!-The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; That strain again;- it had a dying fall: , it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers. That breathes upon a bank of violets,
(Ereuni. Stealine, and giving odor. - Enough; no more:
SCENE II. - The Sea Coast.
Enter Viola, Captain, and Sailors.
Vio. What country, friends, is this? Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
Illyria, lady. 'what validity and pitch soever,
Vió. And what should I do in Illyria ? Boralls into abatemen: and low price,
My brother he is in Elysium. Een in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy Perchance, he is not drown'd:- What think you, That it alone is high-fantastical
sailors ? C#. Will you go hunt, my lord ?
Cap. It is perchance, that you yourself wero Duke.
The hart. Vio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
may he be. 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
Cap. True, madam: and to comfort you with Methought, she parg'd the air of pestilence;
chance, That instant was I turned into a hart;
Assure yourself, after our ship did split,
Most provident in peril, bind himself
(Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)
To a strong mast that lived upon the sea; Val. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, Bot from her handmaid do return this answer: I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves, The element itself, till seven years' heat,
So long as I could see. ball not bebold her face at ample view;
For saying so, there's gola: dat, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,
Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, And water once a day her chamber round
Whereto thy speech serves for authority, With eye o fending brine: all this, to season The like of him. Know'st thou this country?. A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, And lasting, in her sad remembrance.
Not three hours' travel from this very place. DukO she that hath a heart of that fine frame, Vio. Who governs here?
A noble duke, in nature,. c ystril,' that will not drink to my neice, till hig As in his name.
brains turn of the toe like a parish-top. What, Vio What is his name?
wench? Castiliano vulgo; for here comes sir AnСар.
Orsino. drew Ague-face.
Enter Sir Asd EW AGUE-CHEEK.
Sir And. Sir Toby Belch! how now, sir Toby Or was so very late: for but a month
Sir To. Sweet sir Andrew!
Sir And. Bless you, fair shrew.
Mar. And you too, sir.
Sir To. Accost, sir Andrew, accost. ('ap. A virtuous maid, the daughter of a count
Sir And. What's that?
Sir To. My neice's chamber-maid. That died some twelvemonth since; then leaving
Sir And. Good mistress Accost, I desire better her In the protection of his son, her brother,
acquaintance. Who shortly also died: for whose dear love,
Mar. My name is Mary, sir.
Sir And. Good mistress Mary Accost.---
Sir To. You mistake, knight: accost is, front
her, board her, woo her, assail her. And might not be delivered to the world,
Sir And. By my troth, I would not undertake Till I had made mine own occasion mellow,
her in this company. Is that the meaning of ac
Mar. Fare you well, gentlemen.
Sir To. An thou let part so, sir Andrew, would No, not duke's.
thou mightst never draw sword again. l'io. There is a fair behavior in thee, captain ;
Sir And. And you part so, mistress, I would I
might never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you And though that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
think you have fools in hand? I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
Mar. Sir, I have not you by the hand. With this thy fair and outward character.
Sir And. Marry, but you shall have; and bere's I pray thee, and I'll pay thee bounteously,
Mar. Now, sir, thought is free: I pray you bring Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become
your hand to the buttery-bar, and let it drink. The form of my intent." I'll serve this duke;
Sir And. Wherefore, sweet heart? what's your Thou shalt present me as a eunuch to him:
Mar. It's dry, sir. It may be worth thy pains; for I can sing,
Sir And. Why, I think 50; I am not such an ass, And speak to him in many sorts of music, That will allow me very worth his service.
but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your What else may hap, to time I will commit;
Mar. A dry jest, sir.
Sir And. Are you full of them?
Mar. Ay, sir; I have them at my fingers' ends Vio. I thank thee, lead me on.
(Exit MARIA. SCENE III.- A Room in Olivia's House.
Sir To. O knight, thou lack'st a cup of canary
When did I see thee so put down?
Sir And. Never in your life, I think; unless you Sir To. What a plague means my neice, to take see canary put me down : Methinks, sometimes ] the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an
have no more wit than a Christian, or an ordinary enemy to life.
man has: but I am a greater eater of beef, and, I Mar. By troth, sir Toby, you must come in ear- believe, that does harm to my wit. lier o' rights; your cousin, my lady, takes great
Sir To. No question. ex eptions to your ill hours.
Sir And. An I thought that, I'd forswear it. Sir To. Why, let her except before excepted. I'll ride home to morrow, sir Toby. Mar. Ay, but you must confine yourself within
Sir To. Pourquoy, my dear knight? the modest limits of order.
Sir And. What is pinirquoy? do or not do!! Sir To. Confine! I'll confine myself no finer would I had bestowed that time in the tongues, that than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink I have in fencing, dancing, and bear-baiting : 0), in, and so be these boots too; an they be not, let had I but followed the arts ! them hang themselves in their own straps.
Sir To. Then hadst thou an excellent head of Mar. That quaffing, and drinking will undo you.
hair. I heard my lady talis of it yesterday; and of a Sir And. Why, would that have mended my hair! foolish knight, that you brought in one night here, Sir To. Past question ; for thou seest, it will not to be her wooer.
curl by nature. Sir To. Who? Sir Andrew Ague-cheek? Sir And. But it becomes me well enough, does't Mar. Ay, he. Sir To. He's as tall a man as any's in Illyria. Sir To. Excellent; it hangs like flax on a dis. Mar. What's that to the purpose ?
taff; and I hope to see a housewife take thee beSir To. Why, he has three thousand ducats a tween her legs, and spin it off. year.
Sir And. 'Faith, I'll home to-morrow, sir Toby: Mar. Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these your niece will not be seen; or, if she be, it's four ducats; he's a very fool, and a prodigal.
to one she'll none of me: the count, himself, here Sir To. Fve, that you'll say 'so! he plays o' the hard by, woos her. viol-de-gambo. and speaks three or four languages
Sir To. She'll none of the count; she'll not word for word without book, and hath all the good match above her degree, neither in estate, years, nor gifts of nature.
wit; I have heard her swear it. Tut, there's life Mar. He hath, indeed.— almost natural: for, in't, man. besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreler; and
Sir And. I'll stay a month longer. I am a felbut that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the low o' the strangest mind in the world; I delight gust he hath in quarrelling, 'tis thought a'nong the in masques and revels sometimes altogether. prudent. he would quickly have the gift of a grave. Sir To. Art thou good at these kick-shaws,
Sir To. By this hand, they are scoundrels, and knight? su'tractors, that say so of him. Who are they? Sir And. As any man in Myria, whatsoever he
Mar. They that add moreover, he's drunk nightly be. under the degree of my betiers; and yet I will in vour company
not compare with an old man. Sir To. With drinking healths to my niece; I'll Sir To. What is thy excellence in a gallard, drink to her, as long as there's a passage in my knight! throat, and drink in Illyria: He's a coward, and a
Keystril, a bastard hawk.
Sir And. 'Faith, I can cut a caper.
Mar. A good lenten* answer: I can tell the Si- To. And I can cut the mutton to't.
where that saying was born, of, I fear no colors. Si Anl, And, I think, I have the back-trick, Clo. Where, good mistress Mary? simply as strong as any man in Illyria. SiTo. Wherefore are these things hid? where- say in your foolery.
Mar. In the wars; and that may you be bold to fore have these gifts a curtain before them? are
Clo. Well, God give them wisdoin, that have it they like to take dust, like mistress Mall's picture and those that are fools, let them use their talents Why dost thou not go to church in a galliard, and Mar. Yet you will be hanged, for being so long come home in a coranto? My very walk should be absent: or, be turned away; is not that as good ai a jig; I would not so much as make water, but in a hanging to you? a sink-a-pace: What dost thou mean? is it a
Clo. Many a good hanging prevents a bad marworld to hide virtues in? I did think, by the ex. riage; and, for turning away, let summer bear it out. cellent constitution of thy leg, it was formed under Mar. You are resolute then? the star of a galliard.
Clo. Not so neither; but I am resolved on two Su And. Ay, 'tis strong, and it does indifferent points. well in a tame-colored stock. Shall we set about Mar. That, if one break, the other will hold; or, some revels! Sir To. What shall we do clse? were we not
if both break, your gaskins fall.
Clo. Apt, in good faith ; very apt! Well, go thy born under Taurus!
way; if sir Toby would leave drinking, thou wert Sir And. Taurus! that's sides and heart.
as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria. St To. No,sir: it is legs and thighs. Let me see
Mar. Peace, you rogue, no more o' that; here thee caper: ha! higher: ha, ha!-- excellent!
comes my lady: make your excuse wisely, you [E.ceunt. were best.
(Exit SCENE IV. - A Room in the Duke's Palace.
Enter OLIVIA, and Malvolio. Erler VALENTINE and Viola in man's attire. Clo. Wit, and't be thy will, put me into good va!. If the duke continue these fivors towards fooling! Those wits, that think they have thee, do Fou. Cesaro, you are like to be much advanced; very oft prove fools; and I, that am sure I lack
For what says te hath known you but three days, and already you Quinapalus! Better a witty fool, than a foolish are no stranger.
wit. Pas. You either fear his humor, or my negligence,
God bless thee, lady! that you call in question the continúance of his
Oli. Take the fool away. we: Is he inconstant, sir, in his favors ?
Clo. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the Val. No, believe me.
oli. Go to, you're a dry fool: I'll no more of you: Enter Duke, CURIO, and Attendants. besides, you grow dishonest. Tit. I thank you. Here comes the count.
Clo. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good Dike. Who saw Cesario, ho!
counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, Fo. On your attendance, my lord; here.
then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man Duke. stand you awhile aloof.-- Cesario,
mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; Thoa know'st no less but all; I have unclasp'd
if he cannot, let the botcher mend him: any thing, To thee the book even of my secret soul:
that's mended, is but patched: virtue, that transTherefore, good youth, address thy gait unto her;
gresses, is but patched with sin; and sin, that Be not deny d actress, stand at her doors,
amends, is but patched with virtue: if that this And tell thein, there thy fixed foot shall grow,
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not, what Tir thou have audience.
remedy! As there is no true cuckold but calamity, Sure, my noble lord,
so beauty's a flower :-- the lady bade take away If she be so abandon'd to her sorrow
the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away. As it is spoke, she never will admit me.
Oli. Sir, I bade them take away you. Deke. Be clamorous, and leap all civil bounds,
Clo. Misprision in the highest degree! - Lady, Rather than make unprofited return.
Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much as Fio. Say, I do speak with her, my lord: What to say, I wear not motley in my brain. Good mathen!
donna, give me leave to prove you a fool. Dike. O, then unfold the passion of my love,
Oli. Can you do it? Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith :
Clo. Dexterously, good madonna. It shall become thee well to act my woes;
Oli. Make your proof. She will attend it better in thy youth,
Clo. I must catechise you for it, madonna; good Than in a nuncio of grave aspect.
my mouse of virtue, answer me. L'in, I think not so, my lord.
Oli. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll 'bide Dear lad, believe it;
your proof. Far they shall yet belie thy liappy years
Cl. Good madonna, why mourn'st thou? That say, thou art a man: Diana's lip
Oli. Good fool, for my brother's death. Is not more smooth and rubious; thy sınall pipe
Clo. I think his soul is in hell, madonna. Is as the maiden's organ, shrill, and sound,
Oli. I know his soul is in heaven, fool. And all its semblative a woman's part.
Clo. The more fool you, madonna, to mourn for I know, thy constellation is right apt
your brother's soul being in heaven.- Take away For this alfair:- Some four, or five, attend him;
the fool, gentlemen. Al, if you will; for I myself am best,
Oli. What think you of this fool, Malvolio? doth When least in company :-Prosper well in this,
he not mend? And thou shalt live as freely as thy lord,
Mal. Yes: and shall do, till the pangs of death To call his fortunes thine.
shake him. Infirmity, that decays the wise, doth I'll do my best
ever make the better fool. To woo your lady: yet, Asile.) a barful. strife!
Clo. God send you, sir, a speedy infirmity, for Who'er I woo, myself would be bis wife. [Exeunt. the better increasing your folly! Sir Toby will be
sworn, that I am no fox; but he will not pass his SCENE V.- A Room in Olivia's House.
word for two-pence that you are no fool.
Oli. How say you to that. Malvolio?
Mal. I marvel your ladyship takes delight in Mr. Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, such a barren rascal; I saw him put down the other * I will not open my lips so wide as a bristle may than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard
day with an ordinary fool, that has no more brain enter, in way of thy eacuse: my lady will hans already, unless you laugh and minister occasion there for thy absence. Che. Let her hang me: he, that is well-hanged to him, he's gagged. I protest, I take these wise in this world, needs to fear no colors.
men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no belMar. Make that good.
ter than the fools' zanies." Cla. He shall see none to fear.
Oli. O, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio, and Campus pace, the name of a dance. 3 Stocking.
• Italian, mistress, dando •Full of impedimen s.
• Short and spare.
1 Fnols' baubles.