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ANNE PAGE.

Anne Page. Will't please your worship to come in, sir?
Slender. No, I thank you, forsooth, heartily; I am very well.
Anne Page. The dinner attends you, sir.

Slender. I am not a-hungry, I thank you, forsooth: Go, sirrah, for all you are my man, go, wait upon my cousin Shallow [Exit SIMPLE]. A justice of peace sometime may be beholden to his friend for a man:-I keep but three men and a boy yet, till my mother be dead: But what though? yet I live like a poor gentleman born.

Anne Page. I may not go in without your worship: they will not sit till you come.

Slender. I'faith, I'll eat nothing; I thank you as much as though I did.

Anne Page. I pray you, sir, walk in.

Slender. I had rather walk here, 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 smell of hot meat since. Why do your dogs bark so? be there bears i' the town?

Anne Page. I think there are, sir; I heard them talked of.

Slender. I love the sport well; but I shall as soon quarrel at it as any man in England :—You are afraid if you see the bear loose, are you not?

Anne Page. Ay, indeed, sir.

Slender. 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 shriek'd at it, that it passed :but women, indeed, cannot abide 'em; they are very ill-favour'd rough things.

MERRY WIVEs of WindsoR.—Act I. Scene II.

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OLIVIA.

Viola. I see you what you are: you are too proud; But, if you were the devil, you are fair.

My lord and master loves you; O, such love

Could be but recompens'd, though you were crown'd
The nonpareil of beauty!

Olivia.

How does he love me?

Viola. With adorations, with fertile tears,

With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

Olivia. Your lord does know my mind, I cannot love him:

Yet I suppose him virtuous, know him noble,

Of great estate, of fresh and stainless youth;
In voices well divulg'd, free, learn'd, and valiant,
And, in dimension, and the shape of nature,
A gracious person: but yet I cannot love him ;
He might have took his answer long ago.
Viola. If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suffering, such a deadly life,

In your denial I would find no sense,

I would not understand it.

Olivia.

Why, what would you?

Viola. Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
Write loyal cantons of contemned love,

And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
Holla your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air

Cry out, Olivia! O, you should not rest

Between the elements of air and earth,

But you should pity me.

Olivia. You might do much: What is your parentage? Viola. Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:

I am a gentleman.

Olivia.

Get you to your lord;

I cannot love him: let him send no more;

Unless, perchance, you come to me again,

To tell me how he takes it.

I thank you for your pains:

Fare you well:

spend this for me.

TWELFTH NIGHT. · Act I. Scene V.

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