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on Falstaff, 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 3. A field near Windsor.
[Enter CAIUS and RUGBY.]
CAIUS. Jack Rugby!
RUGBY. Sir?
CAIUS. Vat is de clock, Jack?
RUGBY. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet.
CAIUS. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible vell dat he is no come: by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.
RUGBY. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill him if he came.
CAIUS. By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.
RUGBY. Alas, sir, I cannot fence!
CAIUS. Villany, take your rapier.
RUGBY. Forbear; here's company.
[Enter HOST, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.]
HOST. Bless thee, bully doctor!
SHALLOW. Save you, Master Doctor Caius!
PAGE. Now, good Master Doctor!
SLENDER. Give you good morrow, sir.
CAIUS. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?
HOST. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, 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 montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Francisco? Ha, bully! What says my Aesculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? Ha! is he dead, bully stale? Is he dead?
CAIUS. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de world; 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.
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor Caius, I 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 and patient churchman. You must go with me, Master Doctor.
HOST. Pardon, guest-justice. - A word, Monsieur Mockwater.
CAIUS. Mock-vater! Vat is dat?
HOST. Mockwater, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.
CAIUS. By gar, then I have as much mockvater as de Englishman. - Scurvy jack-dog priest! 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 Cavaliero 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?
SHALLOW. We will do it.
PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Adieu, good Master Doctor.
[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. 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 I aim? 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 1. 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?
SIMPLE. 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.
SIMPLE. I will, Sir.
[Exit.]
EVANS. Pless my soul, how full of chollors 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 goot opportunities for the 'ork: pless my soul!
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings 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.
[Sings.]
Melodious birds sing madrigals, -
Whenas I sat in Pabylon, -
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow, -
[Re-enter SIMPLE.]
SIMPLE. Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
EVANS. He's welcome.
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls -
Heaven prosper the right! - What weapons is he?
SIMPLE. 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. [Reads in a book.]
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
SHALLOW. 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.
SLENDER. [Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
PAGE. 'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
EVANS. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
SHALLOW. What, the sword and the word! Do you study them both, Master Parson?
PAGE. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day!
EVANS. There is reasons and causes for it.
PAGE. We are come to you to do a good office, Master Parson.
EVANS. 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.
SHALLOW. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect.
EVANS. What is he?
PAGE. I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
EVANS. Got's will and His passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
PAGE. Why?
EVANS. He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates 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.
SLENDER. [Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. 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 with your ear: verefore will you not meet-a me?
EVANS. [Aside to CAIUS.] Pray you use your patience; in good time.
CAIUS. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
EVANS. [Aside to CAIUS.] 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. [Aloud.] I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb for missing your meetings and appointments.
CAIUS. Diable! - Jack Rugby, - mine Host de Jarretiere, - have I not stay for him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?
EVANS. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed. I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.
HOST. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaullia; 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 politic? 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 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, lads of peace; follow, follow, follow.
SHALLOW. Trust me, a mad host! - Follow, gentlemen, follow.
SLENDER. [Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and HOST.]
CAIUS. Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
EVANS. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog. I 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.
CAIUS. By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
EVANS. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2. A street in Windsor.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
MRS. PAGE. Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?
ROBIN. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than follow him like a dwarf.
MRS. PAGE. O! you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a courtier.
[Enter FORD.]
FORD. Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
MRS. PAGE. Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
FORD. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
MRS. PAGE. Be sure of that - two other husbands.
FORD. Where had you
[Exit.]
SCENE 3. A field near Windsor.
[Enter CAIUS and RUGBY.]
CAIUS. Jack Rugby!
RUGBY. Sir?
CAIUS. Vat is de clock, Jack?
RUGBY. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet.
CAIUS. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible vell dat he is no come: by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.
RUGBY. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill him if he came.
CAIUS. By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.
RUGBY. Alas, sir, I cannot fence!
CAIUS. Villany, take your rapier.
RUGBY. Forbear; here's company.
[Enter HOST, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.]
HOST. Bless thee, bully doctor!
SHALLOW. Save you, Master Doctor Caius!
PAGE. Now, good Master Doctor!
SLENDER. Give you good morrow, sir.
CAIUS. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?
HOST. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, 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 montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Francisco? Ha, bully! What says my Aesculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? Ha! is he dead, bully stale? Is he dead?
CAIUS. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de world; 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.
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor Caius, I 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 and patient churchman. You must go with me, Master Doctor.
HOST. Pardon, guest-justice. - A word, Monsieur Mockwater.
CAIUS. Mock-vater! Vat is dat?
HOST. Mockwater, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.
CAIUS. By gar, then I have as much mockvater as de Englishman. - Scurvy jack-dog priest! 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 Cavaliero 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?
SHALLOW. We will do it.
PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. Adieu, good Master Doctor.
[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. 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 I aim? 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 1. 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?
SIMPLE. 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.
SIMPLE. I will, Sir.
[Exit.]
EVANS. Pless my soul, how full of chollors 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 goot opportunities for the 'ork: pless my soul!
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings 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.
[Sings.]
Melodious birds sing madrigals, -
Whenas I sat in Pabylon, -
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow, -
[Re-enter SIMPLE.]
SIMPLE. Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
EVANS. He's welcome.
[Sings]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls -
Heaven prosper the right! - What weapons is he?
SIMPLE. 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. [Reads in a book.]
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
SHALLOW. 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.
SLENDER. [Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
PAGE. 'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
EVANS. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
SHALLOW. What, the sword and the word! Do you study them both, Master Parson?
PAGE. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day!
EVANS. There is reasons and causes for it.
PAGE. We are come to you to do a good office, Master Parson.
EVANS. 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.
SHALLOW. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own respect.
EVANS. What is he?
PAGE. I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
EVANS. Got's will and His passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
PAGE. Why?
EVANS. He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates 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.
SLENDER. [Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
SHALLOW. 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.
SHALLOW. 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 with your ear: verefore will you not meet-a me?
EVANS. [Aside to CAIUS.] Pray you use your patience; in good time.
CAIUS. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
EVANS. [Aside to CAIUS.] 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. [Aloud.] I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb for missing your meetings and appointments.
CAIUS. Diable! - Jack Rugby, - mine Host de Jarretiere, - have I not stay for him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?
EVANS. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed. I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.
HOST. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaullia; 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 politic? 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 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, lads of peace; follow, follow, follow.
SHALLOW. Trust me, a mad host! - Follow, gentlemen, follow.
SLENDER. [Aside] O, sweet Anne Page!
[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and HOST.]
CAIUS. Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
EVANS. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-stog. I 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.
CAIUS. By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
EVANS. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE 2. A street in Windsor.
[Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN.]
MRS. PAGE. Nay, keep your way, little gallant: you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader. Whether had you rather lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels?
ROBIN. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man than follow him like a dwarf.
MRS. PAGE. O! you are a flattering boy: now I see you'll be a courtier.
[Enter FORD.]
FORD. Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you?
MRS. PAGE. Truly, sir, to see your wife. Is she at home?
FORD. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company. I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
MRS. PAGE. Be sure of that - two other husbands.
FORD. Where had you
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