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 witness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is

no come.

If

Shal. He is the wiser man, Master Doctor. He
is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies.
you should fight, you go against the hair
of your professions. Is it not true, Master
Page?
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 in us; we
are the sons of women, Master Page.

Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow.

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Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Master
Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home.
I am sworn of the peace. You have show'd 55
yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath
shown himself a wise and patient churchman.
You must go with me, Master Doctor.

Host. Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur
Mockwater.

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Caius. Mock-vater! Vat is dat?

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

Caius. By gar, den, I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! 65 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-de-claw
me; for, by gar, me vill have it.

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 Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

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[Aside to them.]

Host. He is there. See what humour he is in; 80

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 Doc

tor.

Exeunt Page, Shal., and Slen.

Caius. By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he 86

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

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Host. Let him die; [but first] sheathe 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. Cried game, said I well? Caius. By gar, me dank you vor dat. By gar, I love you; and I shall procure-a you de 95 good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

Host. For the which I will be thy adversary to

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.

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Exeunt.

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.

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[Exit.]

Evans. Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, 11
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 !

"To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.

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[Sings.]

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Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to

cry.

"Melodious birds sing madrigals"
"When as I sat in Pabylon"

"And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow," etc.

[Re-enter Simple.]

[Sings.]

Sim. Yonder he is coming; this way, Sir Hugh.
Evans. He's welcome.

"To shallow rivers, to whose falls'

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[Sings.]

Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he? 30 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 morrow, 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. God save you, good Sir Hugh!

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