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Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin 59, 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 montánt. Is he dead, my Ethiopian ? is he dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, bully Stale 60 ? is he dead?

Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of the vorld; he is not show his face.

Host. Thou art a Castilian 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; if 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.

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 showed yourself a wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise VOL. II.

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and patient churchman : you must go with me, master doctor.

Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur Muck-water.

Caius. Muck-vater ! vat is dat?

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

Caius. By gar, then I have as much muck-vater as de Englishman :--Scurvy jack-dog-priest! by gar, me vil 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 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 by the fields : will it do well ?

Shal. We will do it.
Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor.

[Exeunt 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 mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shall woo her : Cry'd game øl, 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 toward 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.

ACT III. SCENE I.

A Field near Frogmore.

Enter Sir Hugh Evans and SIMPLE.

Era. I pray you now, good master Slender's serying-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way 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.

Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!-I shall be glad, if he have de

ceived 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! [Sings.

To shallow rivers, to whose falls 62
Melodious birds sing madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.

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

Melodious birds sing madrigals ;-
When as I sat in Pabylon,
And a thousand vagram poesies.

To shallow
Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh.
Eva. He's welcome :-

To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Heaven prosper the right!-What weapons is he?

Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this

way. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep't 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.

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