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Host. That is, he will make thee amends.
Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-claw me; for, by gar, me vill have it.
Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Cuius. Me tank you for dat.
Host. And moreover, bully,—But first, master guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go, you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them.
Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Hast. He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields : will it do well?
Shal. We will do it.
[Ercunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Cuius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler : go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shall woo her : Cry'd game, said I well?
Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love you; and I shall
procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.
Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary towards Anne Page ; said I well? Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.
then. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. (Exeunt.
Host. Let us wag
SCENE I. A Field near Frogmore.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE. Era. I pray you now, good master Slender's servingman, and friend Simple by your name, have
you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick ?
Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way.
Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.
Sim. I will, sir.
soul! how full of cholers 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 good opportunities for the 'ork :--pless my soul!
Melodious birds sing madrigals;
7 Babylon, the first line of the 139th Psalm.
Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.
To shallow rirers, to whose fallsamma
Sim. No weapons, sir : There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this
way. Era. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Shal. How now, master parson? Good morrow, good sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page !
Shal. What! the sword and the word! do you study them both, master parson?
Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatick day?
Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master parson.
Eva. Fery well : What is it?
Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. Shal. I have lived fourscore
and never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect.
Era. What is he?
you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Era. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal.
Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.
Slen. O, sweet Anne Page!
Shul. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep them asunder ;-here comes doctor Caius.
Enter Host, Caius, and RUGBY. Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.
Shal. So do you, good master doctor.
Host. Disarm 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?
Era. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog,
Era. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends :- I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb, for missing your meetings and appointments.
Caius. Diable !-- Jack Rugby,--mine Host de Jar
terre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have I not, at de place I did appoint?
Eva. As I am a christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgement by mine host of the Garter.
' Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer.
Caius. Ay, dat is very good ! excellent !
Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politick ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiave) ? Shall I lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so:Give me thy hand, celestial; so.--Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places : your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the issue.-Come, lay their swords to pawn :
-Follow me, lad of
peace; follow, follow, follow.
Shal. Trust me, a mad host :-Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O, sweet Anne Page !
[Exeunt SHAL. SLEN. PAGE, and Host. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot 8 of us ? ha, ha!
Eva. This is well; he has made us his vloutingstog. - desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter.
9 Flouting stock.