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Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys ?

Page. O, I am vexed at heart: What shall I do?

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.

Enter Caius. Caius. Vere is mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened; I ha' married un garçon, a boy; un paisan, by gar, a boy; it is not Anne Page : by gar, I am cozened.

Mrs. Page. Why, did you take her in green?

Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy: be gar, I'll raise all Windsor...

[Exit Caius. Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right Anne ?

Page. My heart misgives me: Here comes master Fenton.

Enter Fenton and Anne Page. How now, master Fenton ? Anne. Pardon, good father! good my mother,

pardon! i. Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went not with master Slender ?

Mrs. Page. Why went you not with master doctor, maid?

Fent. You do amaze* her : Hear the truth of it. You would have married her most shamefully, Where there was no proportion held in love. The truth is, She and I, long since contracted, Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. The offence is holy, that she hath committed ; And this deceit loses the name of craft, Of disobedience, or unduteous title; Since therein she doth evitate f and shun * Confound her by your questions.

of Aroid.

A thousand irreligious cursed hours,
Which forced marriage would have brought upon

her.
Ford. Stand not amaz’d: here is no remedy :-
In love, the heavens themselves do guide the state;
Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate.

Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.

Page. Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give - thee joy! What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are

is chas’d. Eva. I will dance and eat plumbs at your wedding. Mrs. Page. Well, I will muse no further :-Mas

ter Fenton,
Heaven give you many, many merry days !
Good husband, let us every one go home,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;
Sir John and all.
Ford.

Let it be so :-Sir John,
To master Brook you yet shall hold your word;
For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford.

Exeunt.

Of this play there is a tradition preserved by Mr. Rowe, that it was written at the command of queen Elizabeth, who was so delighted with the character of Falstaff, that she wished it to be diffused through more plays ; but suspecting that it might pall by continued uviformity, directed the poet to diversify his manner by showing him in love. No task is harder than that of writing to the ideas of another. Shakspeare knew what the queen, if the story be true, seems not to have known, that by any real passion of tenderness, the selfish craft, the careless jollity, and the lazy luxury of Falstaff must have suffered so much abateinent, that little of his former cast would have remained. Falstaff could not love, but by ceasing to be Falstaff. He could only counterfeit love, and his professions could be prompted, pot by the hope of pleasure but of money. Thus the poet approached as near as he could to the work enjoined him; yet having perhaps in the former plays completed his own idea,

seems not to have been able to give Falstaff all his former power of entertainment.

This comedy is remarkable for the variety and number of the personages, who exhibit more characters appropriated and discriminated, than perhaps can be found in any other play

Whether Shakspeare was the first that produced upon the English stage the effect of language distorted and depraved by provincial or foreign pronunciation, I cannot certainly decide. This mode of forming ridiculous characters can confer praise only on him who originally discovered it, for it requires not much of either wit or judgment; its success must be derived almost wholly from the player, but its power in a skilful mouth, even he that despises it, is unable to resist.

The conduct of this drama is deficient; the action begins and ends often, before the conclusion, and the different parts might change places without inconvenience; but its general power, that power by which all works of genius shall finally be tried, is such, that perhaps it never yet had reader or spectator who did not think it too soon at the end.-Johnson.

TWELFTH-NIGHT;

OR,

WHAT YOU WILL.

VOL. 1.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Orsino, duke of Illyria.
Sebastian, a young gentleman, brother to Viola.
Antonio, a sea-captain, friend to Sebastian.
A sea-captain, friend to l'iola.
Curio,

e, gentlemen attending on the duke.
Sir Toby Belch, uncle of Olivia.
Sir Andrew Ague-cheek.
Malvolio, steward to Olivia.
Fabian, serpunts to Olivia.
Clown,

Olivia, a rich countess.
Viola, in love with the duke.
Maria, Olivia's woman.

Lords, priests, sailors, officers, musiciuns, and other attendants.

Scene, a city in Illyria ; and the sea-coast near it.

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