old, and of the peace, if I fee a fword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doc tors, and churchmen, master Page, we have fome falt of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, mafter Page.

Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow.

Shal. It will be found fo, mafter Page. Mafter doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am fworn of the peace: you have fhewn yourself a wife phyfician, and fir Hugh hath fhewn himself a wife and patient churchman: you must go with me, master doctor.

Hoft. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monfieut mock-water.

Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is va lour, bully.

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman-Scurvy-jack-dog-prieft! by gar, me vill cut his ears.

Hoft. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

Hoft. That is, he will make thee amends.

Caius. By gar, me do look, he fhall clapper-de

claw me; for, begar, me vill have it.

Hoft. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Me tank you for dat.

Hoft. And, moreover, bully,-But first, master guest, and mafter Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [4fide to them.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Hoft. He is there: see what humour he is in; and

I will bring the doctor about the fields; will it de well?

Shat

Shal. We will do it.

All. Adieu, good master doctor.

[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER, Caius. By gar, me vill kill de prieft; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Hoft. Let him die: but firft, fheath thy impatience; 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 feafting; and thou fhalt woo her: Cry'd game, faid I well?

Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love you; and I fhall procure-a you de good gueft, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

Hoft. For the which, I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page; faid I well?

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

Hoft. Let us wag then.

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

ACT III.

SCNE I. Frogmore

Enter EVANS, and SIMPLE.

Evans.

I PRAY you now, good mafter Slender's fervingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for mafter Caius, that calls himfelf Dolor of Phyfic?

Simp. Marry, fir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward, every way; old Windfor way, and every way but the

town way.

Eva. I moft fehemently defire you, you will also look that way.

Simp. I will, fir.

Eva. 'Plefs my foul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!I fhall be glad, if he hare deceiv'd me: how melancholies I am !—I will knog his urinals about this knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the 'ork :-'plefs my foul!

By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls
Melodious birds fing madrigals;
There will we make our peds of rofes,
And a thoufand vragrant pofies.
By fallow-

[Singr

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

Melodious birds fing madrigals ;

When as I fat in Babylon

And a thoufand vragrant pofies.
By fhallow-

Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, fir Hugh.
Eva. He's welcome :-

By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls

Heaven profper the right!-What weapons is he? Simp. No weapons, fir: There comes my mafter mafter Shallow, and another gentleman from Frog more, over the ftile, this way.

Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep in your arms.

Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.

Shal. How now, mafter parfon? Good-morrow, good fir Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. Ah, fweet Anne Page!

Page. Save you, good fir Hugh!

Eva. 'Plefs you from his mercy fake, all of you! Shal. What! the fword and the word! do you ftudy them both, master parfon?

Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hofe, this raw rheumatick day?

Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.

Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, mafter parfon.

Eva. Fery well: What is it?

Page. Yonder is a moft reverend gentleman, who belike, having receiv'd wrong by fome perfon, is at moft odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you faw.

Shal. I have liv'd fourfcore years, and upwards; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, fo wide of his own respect.

Eva. What is he?

Page. I think you know him; mafter doctor Caius, the renowned French phyfician.

Eva. Got's will, and his paffion o' my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mefs of porridge. Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave befides; a cowardly knave, as you would defire to be acquainted withal. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.

Slen.

Slen. O, fweet Anne Page.

Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY.

Shal. It appears fo, by his weapons:-Keep them afunder ;-here comes doctor Caius.

Page. Nay, good master parfon, keep in your

weapon.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor.

Hof. Difarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me?

Eva. Pray you, ufe your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to qther men's humours; I defire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends:-I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogs-combs, for miffing your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable!-Jack Rugby,-mine Hoft de Farterre, have I not ftay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eva. As I am a Chriftians foul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine hoft of the Garter.

Hof. Peace, I fay, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer.

Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent!

Hoft. Peace, I fay; hear mine hoft of the Garter. Am I politic? am I fubtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lofe my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lofe my parfon ? my priest? my fir Hugh? no; he gives me the pro-verbs and the

no-verbs.