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. 610 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 cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about the fields; will it do well? Shal. We will do it. All. Adieu, good master doctor. 620 [Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Caius. 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 mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said I well? 629 Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, love you; and I shall procure-a you dẹ good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients. Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page; said I well? Eiij Caius. Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said. Host. Let us wag then. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Frogmore. Enter EVANS and SIMPLE. Evans. IPRAY you now, good master Slender's servingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick? Simp. Marry, sir, the Pitty-wary, 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. Simp. I will, sir. 10 Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!—I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd 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 ! By shallow rivers, to whose falls [Sings. By shallow 20 'Mercy 'Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. Melodious birds sing madrigals ; When as I sat in Babylon— And a thousand vragrant posies. Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.. Eva. He's welcome By shallow rivers, to whose falls Heaven prosper the right !—What weapons is he? Simp. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. 32 Eva. 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! Page. Save you, good sir Hugh! Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Shal. What! the sword and the word! do you study them both, master parson ? 42 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 receiv'd wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw. 52 Shal. I have liv'd fourscore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect. Eva. What is he? Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician. as lief Eva. Got's will, and his passion o' my heart! I had you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Page. Why? 61 Eva. 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! Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY. Shal. It appears so, by his weapons :-Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius. Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Host. 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 ? Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. 79 Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogs-combs, for missing your meetings and appointments. : Caius. Diable!-Jack Rugby,-mine Hast de Jarterre, 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 judgment by mine host of the Garter. 90 Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, 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 Machiavel ? 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 pro-verbs and the no-verbs. Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so:-Give me thy hand, celestial; so.-Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and |