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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) Ат T length they chaunst to meet upon the Description
way An aged sire (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) low,
Who faire him quited, (5) as that courteous was, And after asked him, if he did know
Of straunge adventures which abroad did pas. "Ah my deare sonne,” (quoath he)
6 how 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. (7) Meddle.
Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell,
That wasteth all this countrey far and neare." “ Of such,” (said hej “ I chiefly do inquere,
And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place In which that wicked W’ight (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
bin." Quoath then that aged man! “ The way to
Is wisely to advise ; now day is spent Inviting. Therefore with me you may take
Inn For this same night.” The knight was well
content : So with that godly Father to his home they
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! 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 Alarm. done! You're sham'd; you're overthrown; you are undone forever. Mrs. Ford. What's the matter, good Mrs. Page?
Fear. Mrs. Page. O well a-day, Mrs. Ford! Hav Reproof. ing an honest man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion. Mrs. Ford. What cause of suspicion ?
Question. Mrs. Page. What cause of suspicion ! Out Reproof. zepon yoll; How I'm 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 lit into the plot of it, if he has not read or focn the play. He must be made to understand, that Falstaff, a fat, old, humorous, worthless, needy knight, has, in the former part of the play, narle love to Mrs, Ford and Mrs. Page, with a view, merely of getting money of them, and that they concert this interview, and its consequences, on purpose to be revenged on hina for his attempt to corrupt them; while Ford is jealous in earnest; and Falstaff, from time to time, communicates to him, under the naine of Brook, (not knowing him to be Mrs. Ford's husband,) an account of his intrigues, and their bad fuccess.
Anxiety. Mrs. Ford. Why, alas.'' what is the matter?
husband is a coming hither, with all the officers of
advantage of his absence. You are undone.
you have a man here. But it is most certain,
If you know yourself clear, I am
But if you have any body here, convey him out as fast as you can.
Be' not amazed. Call your senses to you, Defend your reputation, or bid farewel to your happiness for
gentleman here, my dear friend. And I fear not
rather ! You had rather. Your husband's at
basket. If he be of any reasonable stature, he
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 how
much I love you. [He goes into the basket : they cover him with foul linen.]
Mrs. Page. [To Falstaff's boy:] Help to co Haíte. 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 ineets them. Is prevented searching the basket. Mrs. Ford and Mrs. Page retire, and enjoy the punishment, they had indicted on Falstaff.j Scene changes to the Inn.Enter FALSTAFF
just out of the Thames.
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, Self ConI'll have my brains, if there be any in my skull, demnatiou. taken out, and buttered, to be given my dog Jowler for his breakfast on nežo 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 blind 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 matter, 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 dror:n'd!-A man of my size! your fresh water swells you an ordinary man