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SEEMING CIVILITY. The meeting between the knight of the Red Cross, attended by Truth, with Hypocrisy.
(Spencer's FAIRIE QUEENE.) (1) AT T length they chaunst to meet upon the Description
way An aged side (2) in long black weeds yclad, (3) His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie grey,
And by his belt his booke he hanging had. Sober he seem'd, and very sagely sad,
And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,
And all the way he prayed as he went,
He faire the knight saluted, louting(4) lovy,
Who faire him quited, (5) as that courteous was, And after asked him, if he did know
Of straunge adventures which abroad did “ Ah my deare sonne,” (quoath he)
para should, alas, Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, Bidding his beads (6) all day for his trespas,
Tidings of warre, and worldly trouble tell ? With holy father fits not with such things to
But if of daunger, which hereby doth dwell,
And homebred evil ye desire to heare,
(1) The edition from which this is taken viz. Church's, is in my opinion, incomparably preferable, for correctness, to all others. (2) Hypocrisy. (3) Clothed. (4) Bowing. (5) Returned his falutation, (6) Saying his prayers,
Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell,
That wasteth all this countrey far and neare." “ Of such," (said he) “ I chiefly do inquere,
And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place In which that wicked Wight (1) his dayes doth
weare. (2) For to all knighthood it is foul disgrace, That such a cursed creature lives so long a space."
“Far hence (quoath he) in wastfull wildernesse
His dwelling is, by which no living wight
Ye all forwearied be : for what so strong,
Then with the sunne, take, Sir, your timely rest,
And with new day new worke at once begin, Untroubled night, they say, gives council best.” Right well, Sir knight, ye have advised
The humorous scene of craming Sir John Fal
staff into the basket of foui linen, to prevent his being caught by jealous Ford. (1)
Falstaff and Mrs. Ford.
Serv. [without.] MADAM, Madam, Madam! Hafte. Here is Mrs. Page, sweating and blowing, and looking wild, and says she must speak with you immediately.
Fal. She shan't see me. I will ensconce me behind the arras.
Mrs. Ford. Pray do. She is a very tattling Directing.
Enter Mrs. PAGE.
Mrs. Ford. What's the matter? How now? Question.
Mrs. Page. O Mrs. Ford! What have you Alari. done! You're sham'd; you're overthrown; you are undone forever. Mrs. Fură. What's the matter, good Mrs. Page?
Fear. Mrs. Paze. O well a-day, Mrs. Ford! Hlav Reproof. ing an honest man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion. Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?
Question, Mrs. Puge. What cause of suspicion ! Out Reproof. upon you; Hov l'ın mistaken in you ; I could not have thought you capable of such a thing.
(1) In teaching the right utterance of this scene, the pupil must be let into the plot of !, if he has not read or seen the play. He mult be made to understand, that Falstaff, a fat, ol', hungra ous, worthless, needy kuight, has, in th: former part of the play, rrade love to Mrs. Foid and M: Page, with a view, merely of getting money of thein, and that they concert this interview, and it conf. quences, on purpose to be revenged on him for his attempt to corrut them; while Furd is jealous in earnest; and Faltaff, froin time to time, communicates to him, under the name of Brook. (10t knowing himn to be Mrs. Ford's husband,) an account of his intrigues, and their bad success.
Anxiety. Mrs. Ford. Why, alas ! what is the matter? Alarm. Mrs. Page. Matter! Why, woman, your
husband is a coming hither, with all the officers of Windsor, to search for a gentleman, that is here now in the house, hy gour consent, to take an ill
advantage of his absence. You are undone. Fear.
Mrs. Ford. It is not so, I hope. Warning Mrs. Page. Pray heaven it be not so, that
have a man here. But it is most certain, that Mír. Ford is coming with half Windsor at his heels, to search the house. I come before to
If you know yourself clear, I am glad of it.
But if you have any body here, convey him out as fast as you can.
Le not amazed. Call your senses to you. Defend your reputation, or bid farewel to your happiness for
ever. Trepidation Mrs. Ford. What shall I do? There is a
gentleman here, my dear friend. And I fear not mine own shame, so much as his peril. I had rather than a thousand pounds he were safe out of
the house. Exciting. Mrs. Prge. Never stand crying : You had
rather ! You had rather. Your husband's at hand. Bethin' you of some conveyance.
In Advising. the house you cannot hide him. Look, here is a
basket. If he be of any reasonable stature, he may creep in here, and you may throw youllinen upon him, as if it were going to bucking. It is whitening time; send him by your two men
to Datchet-mead. Anxiety. Mrs. Ford. He is too big to go in there.
What shall I do?
Enter FALSTAFF from behind the arras. Hurry. Falst. Let me see it. I'll in. I'll in. Fol
low your friend's counsel. I'll in. Surprize & Mrs. Page. What, Sir John Falstaff! Is this
reproach. the love you professed to me in your letters? Apology. Falst.' I do love you for all this. Help me
out of this scrape, and I'll convince you low
much I love you. [He goes into the basket : they cover him with foul linen.]
Mrs. Page. [To Falstaff's boy:] Help to co Haste. ver your Master, sirrah. [To Falstaff.] Ah, you are a sad dissembler, Sir John. [To Mrs. ReproachFord.] Call your men, Mrs. Ford. Quick, ing. quick.
Mrs. Ford. What, John! Robert ! John! Ordering Why John, I say. Make haste and take up these clothes here. Where's the cowl-staff? How you gape ! Carry them away directly to Mrs. Plash, the laundress, at Datchet-mead. [They carry away the basket. Ford meets them. Is prevented searching the basket. Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page retire, and enjoy the punishment, they had inflicted on Falstaff.] Scene changes to the Inn.Enter FALSTAFF
- just out of the Thames. Falst. Bardolph, I say. Bard. Here, Sir.
Falst. Go, fetch me a quart of sack. Put a Confusion. toast in it. (Exit Bard.) Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a barrow of butcher's offals, and to be thrown into the Thames? Well, if ever I let myself be served such another trick, I'll have my brains, if there be any in my skull, demnation. taken out, and buttered, to be given my dog Jowler for his breakfast on new year's day. The rogues chucked me into the river with as little re Vexation, morse as they would have drown'd a bitch's bli'd puppies, fifteen i' the litter. And then a man of my weight must have a comfortable alacrity in sinking. If the bottom had been on a level with the bed of the river Styx, down I should have gone. For that inatter, I had been fairly drown'd if the shore had not been so kind as to shelve it a little in my favour. And then to think, only to think of my being drown'd!-A man of my size ! For your fresh water swells you an ordinary man