Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima. [A field near Frogmore.] Enter Evans, Simple, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Caius, Rugby. Evans. I pray you now, good Master Slenders servingman, and friend Simple by your name; which way have you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himselfe Doctor of Phisicke. Sim. Marry Sir, the pittie-ward, the Parke-ward: every way: olde Windsor way, and every way but the Towne-way. ΙΟ Evan. I most fehemently desire you, you will also looke that way. Sim. I will sir. [Exit.] Evan. 'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he have deceived me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Urinalls about his knaves costard,1 when I have good oportunities for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: [Sings] To shallow Rviers to whose falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we make | our Peds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shal- | low: 'Mercie on mee, I have a great dispositions to cry. [Sings] Melodious birds sing Madrigalls:- When as I sat in Pa- | bilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, c. 1 head 23 [Re-enter Simple.] Sim. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh. Evan. Hee's welcome: [Sings] To shallow Rivers, 18. Rviers: rivers-2-4F. 18-21. verse, 4 ll., and 1 broken-POPE. 22-3. verse, 4 ll.-CAPELL. to whose fals: | Heaven prosper the right: what weapons is he? | Sim. No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, M3. Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Evan. Pray you give mee my gowne, or else keepe it in your armes. [Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.] 31 Shal. How now Master Parson? good morrow good Sir Hugh: keepe a Gamester from the dice, and a good Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull. Slen. [Aside] Ah sweet Anne Page. Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh. Evan. 'Plesse you from his mercy-sake, all of you. Shal. What? the Sword, and the Word? Doe you study them both, M'. Parson? Page. And youthfull still, in your doublet and hose, this raw-rumaticke day? Evan. There is reasons, and causes for it. 41 Page. We are come to you, to doe a good office, M1. Parson. Evan. Fery-well: what is it? Page. Yonder is a most reverend Gentleman; who (be-like) having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his owne gravity and patience, that ever you saw. 49 Shal. I have lived foure-score yeeres, and upward: I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his owne respect. Evan. What is he? Page. I thinke you know him: Mr. Doctor Caius the renowned French Physician. as Evan. Got's-will, and his passion of my heart: I had would tell me of a messe of porredge. lief Evan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and hee is a knave besides: a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquaiuted withall. 61 Page. I warrant you, hee's the man should fight with him. Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page. Shal. It appeares so by his weapons: keepe them a... sunder: here comes Doctor Caius. [Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.] Page. Nay good M'. Parson, keepe in your weapon. Shal. So doe you, good M'. Doctor. Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English. 70 Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your eare; vherefore vill you not meet-a me? Evan. [Aside to Caius] Pray you use your patience in good time. Cai. By-gar, you are de Coward: de Jack dog: John Ape. Evan. [Aside to Caius] Pray you let us not be laughing-stocks to other | mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends: [Aloud] I will knog your Urinal | about your knaves Cogs-combe | [for missing | your meetings and appointments]. 79 Cai. Diable: Jack Rugby: mine Host de Jarteer: have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not at de place I did appoint? 61. acquaiuted: acquainted-2-4F. 79. bracketed words-Q2. 78. Urinal: urinals-QQ. Evan. As I am a Christians-soule, now looke you: this is the place appointed, Ile bee judgement by mine Host of the Garter. Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch, Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer. Cai. I, dat is very good, excellant. Host. Peace, I say: heare mine Host of the Garter, Am I politicke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machivell? 90 Shall I loose my Doctor? No, hee gives me the Potions and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parson? my Priest? my Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the Proverbes, and the No-verbes. [Give me thy hand, terestiall," | So.] Give me thy hand (Celestiall) so: Boyes of | Art, I have deceiv'd you both: I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the issue: Come, lay their swords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, follow, follow. Shal. Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, follow. Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page. ΙΟΙ [Exeunt Shal., Slen., Page, and Host.] Cai. Ha' do I perceive dat? Have you make-a-de-sot of us, ha, ha? Eva. This is well, he has made us his vlowting-stog: I desire you that we may be friends: and let us knog our praines together to be revenge on this same scall-scurvy-cogging-companion the Host of the Garter. 108 Cai. By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceive me too. Evan. Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow. [Exeunt.] 89-90. prose-POPE. 90. Machivell: Machiavel-2Rowe. a terestiall: terrestrial-THEOBALD. Scena Secunda. [A street.] Mist. Page, Robin, Ford, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Evans, Caius. Mist. Page. Nay keepe your way (little Gallant) you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a Leader: whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your masters heeles? Rob. I had rather (forsooth) go before you like a man, then follow him like a dwarfe. M. Pa. O you are a flattering boy, now I see you'l be a Courtier. | [Enter Ford.] Ford. Well met mistris Page, whether go you. M. Pa. Truly Sir, to see your wife, is she at home? Ford. I, and as idle as she may hang together for want of company: I thinke if your husbands were dead, you two would marry. M.Pa. Be sure of that, two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cocke? M. Pa. I cannot tell what (the dickens) his name is my husband had him of, what do you cal your Knights name sirrah? | Rob. Sir John Falstaffe. Ford. Sir John Falstaffe. 20 M. Pa. He,he, I can never hit on's name; there is such a league betweene my goodman, and he: is your Wife at home indeed? | Ford. Indeed she is. M. Pa. By your leave sir, I am sicke till I see her. [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin.] |