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thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herfelf: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises ; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heav'n be prais'd for my jealoufy! Eleven o'clock the hour ; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be reveng’d on Falstuff, and laugh at Page: I will about it: better three hours too soon, than a minute too late, Fie, fie, fie; cuckold, cuckold, cuckold !

[Exit. SCENE changes to Windsor Park.

Enter Caius and Rugby.
Caius. ACK Rugby !

Rug. Sir.
Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack??

Rug, 'Tis past the hour, Sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet

Caius. By gar, he has save his foul, dat he is no come; he has pray his pible well, dat he is no come; by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

Řug. He is wise, Sir: he knew, your worship would kill him, if he came.

Caius. By gar, de herring is not so dead as me vill make him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

Rug. Alas, Sir, I cannot fence.
Caius. Villany, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Hoft, Shallow, Slender and Page.
Hoft. 'Bless thee, bully Doctor.
Shal. 'Save you, Mr. Doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good Mr. Doctor.
Slen. Give you good-morrow, Sir.
Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for ?

Hoft. To see thee fight, to see thee foigne, to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee pass thy puncto, thy Hock, thy reverse, thy distance, tny montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead,

my Francisco? ha, bully? what says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha? is he dead, bullyftale! is he dead?

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

Hoft. Thou art a Caftalian-king-Urinal: Hector of Greece, my boy.

Caius. I pray you bear witness, that me have stay fix or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no


Shal. He is the wifer man, Mr. Doctor; he is a curer of fouls, and you a curer of bodies : if


should fight, you go againit the hair of your professions : Is it not true, mafter Page ?

Page. Mafter Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, tho? now a man of peace.

Skal, Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho’I now be old, and of peace, if I fee a sword out, my finger itches to make one; tho' we are justices, and doctors, and church-men, Mr. Page, we have some falt.of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, Mr. Page.

Page. 'Tis true, Mr. Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, Mr. Page. Mr. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home: I am fworn of the Peace ; you have Mew'd yourself a wise, physician, and Sir Hugh hath fhown himself a wife and patient church-man: you muft


with me, Mr. Docior, Heft. Pardon, gueit-justice; a word, Monsieur mockwater,

Caius. Mock-vater? vat is dat?

Hot. Mock-water, in our Eng'if tongue, is valour, bully

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock.vater as de Englishman, fcurvy-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 shall clapper-de-claw me : for by gar, 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, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Hof. He is there ; see what Humour he is in ; and I will bring the Dodior about the Fields : will it do well?

Shal. We will do it.
All. Adieu, good Mr. Doctor,

(Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender, Caius. By gar, me vill kill de prielt; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Hon. Let him die ; but first theath thy impatience ; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where mistress Anne Poge is, at a farm-house a feasting ; and thou shalt woo her, (12) Try'd game; said I well ?

Caius. By gar me tank you vor dat: by gar, I love you; and I thall procure 'a you de good guest; 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 said.
Hoft. Let us wag then.
Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt.

(12) And thou shalt woo ber. Cride-Game. ] Thus the old Folio's: The Quarto's with a little Difference. And thou shalt wear ber cry'd Game Said I well? Neither of the Readings furnish any Idea ; nor can be genuine. Try'd Game, as I have restor'd it, may well signify, Thou old Cock of the Game; thou experienc'd Sinner: and might be reasonably applied to Caius, who was an old Bachelor, and had Dame Quickly for his Housekeeper.

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mennes А ст III. SCENE, Frogmore near Windsor.

Enter Evans and Simple,



friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Phyfick?

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 defire you, you will also look that way.

Simp. I will, Sir.

Eva. 'Pless my foul, how full of cholars I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Pless

foul !

[Sings, being afraid.
By Mallow rivers, to whole falls
Melodious birds fing madrigalls ;
There will we make our peds of roses;

And a thousand vagrant posies.
By mallow 'Mercy on me! I have a great dispofi-

Melodious birds fing madrigallsWhen as I sut in Pabilon ;---and a thousand vagrant posies. --By fhallow, &c. Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.

Eva. He's welcome. By shallow, rivers to whose falls Heav'n profper the right ! what weapons is he?

tions to cry:

Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the ftile, this way.

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
ftudent from his book, and it is wonderful.

Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page!
Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh.
Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy-fake, all of you.

Shul. What? the fword and the word ? do you iludy them both, Mr. Parsons

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, Mr. Parfon.

Eva. Ferry well : what is it?

Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, kaving receiv'd wrong by fome person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw,

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; Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French Physician. Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart ! I had

you fhould tell me of a mess of porridge. Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibecrates 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. O, sweet Anne Page ! M 4


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