Caius. Villainy, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Host. Bless thee, bully doctor!

Shal. Save you, Master Doctor Caius!
Page. Now, good master doctor!

Slen. Give you good morrow, sir.

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Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! 30 is he dead, bully-stale? is he dead?

Is

Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of
de vorld; he is not show his face.
Host. Thou art a

Castalion-King-Urinal.

Hector of Greece, my boy!

Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.

Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; 40 if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions. Is it not true, Master Page?

29. "Francisco"; for Frenchman.-C. H. H.

41. "against the hair"; against the grain.-C. H. H.

Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been

a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be

old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out,
my finger itches to make one. Though we
are justices, and doctors, and churchmen,
Master Page, we have some salt of our youth 50
in us; we are the sons of women, Master
Page.

Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Mas

ter Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you
home. I am sworn of the peace: you have
showed yourself a wise physician, and Sir
Hugh hath shown himself a wise and pa-
tient churchman. You must go with me,
master doctor.

Host. Pardon, guest-justice.-A word, Moun-
seur Mock-water.

Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valor, bully.

Caius. By gar, den, I have as much mock-vater

as de

Englishman.-Scurvy Jack-dog

priest! by gar, me vill cut his ears.

Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.

Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

Host. That is, he will make thee amends.

Caius. By gar, me do look he shall clapper-declaw me; for, by gar, me vill have it.

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61. “Mounseur Mock-water"; probably some allusion to the doctor's medical practice.-H. N. H.

Host. And I will provoke him to 't, or let him

wag.

Caius. Me tank you for dat.

Host. And, moreover, bully,-But first, master guest, and Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro Slender, go you through the town to Frog[Aside to them. 80

more.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Host. He is there: see what humor he is in; and
I will bring the doctor about by the fields.
Will it do well?

Shal. We will do it.

Page, Shal., and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor. [Exeunt Page, Shal., and Slen. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he

speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Host. Let him die: sheathe thy impatience, 90 throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore: I will bring thee where Mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-feasting; and thou shalt woo her. Cried I aim? said I well?

Caius. By gar, me dank you vor dat: by gar,

I

love you; and I shall procure-a you de good
guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gen-
tlemen, my patients.

Host. For the which I will be thy adversary to- 100 ward Anne Page. Said I well?

Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.

Host. Let us wag, then.

Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt.

95. "Cried I aim?" The Folios and Quartos read "cried game"; the ingenious emendation, due to Douce, was first adopted by Dyce. -I. G.

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ACT THIRD

SCENE I

A field near Frogmore.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple. Evans. I pray you now, good Master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for Master Caius, that calls himself doctor of physic? Sim. Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way.

Evans. I most fehemently desire you you will
also look that way.
Sim. I will, sir.

[Exit. 10 Evans. Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and trempling of mind—I shall be glad if he have deceived me.-How melancholies I am!—I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard when I have goot opportunities for the ork.-Pless my soul!

To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;

[Sings.

17, etc. Sir Hugh oddly confuses Marlowe's famous ditty, "Come live with me and be my love," and the old version of the 137th Psalm, "When we did sit in Babylon."-I. G.

There will we make our peds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow-

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Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

Melodious birds sing madrigals—

Whenas I sat in Pabylon

And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow &c.

[Sings.

Re-enter Simple.

Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way,

Sir Hugh.

Evans. He's welcome.

[Sings.

To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Heaven prosper the right!-What weapons 30 is he?

Sim. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Evans. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.

Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

Shal. How now, master parson! Good mor-
row, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester
from the dice, and a good student from his
book, and it is wonderful.

Slen. [Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh.

Evans. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of

you!

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