thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herfelf: then the plots, then the ruminates, then she devifes: 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 Falftaff, and laugh at Page: I will about it: better three hours too foon, than a minute too late, Fie, fie, fie; cuckold, cuckold, cuckold! [Exit. SCENE changes to Windfor Park. Enter Caius and Rugby. Caius. TACK Rugby! J4 Rug. Sir. Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack? Rug, 'Tis paft the hour, Sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet. a Caius. By gar, he has fave 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. Rug. He is wife, Sir: he knew, your worship would kill him, if he came. Caius. By gar, de herring is not fo 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. 'Blefs thee, bully Doctor. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Hoft. To fee thee fight, to see thee foigne, to fee thee traverfe, to fee thee here, to fee thee there, to see thee pass thy puncto, thy #tock, thy reverfe, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Francifco? ha, bully? what fays my Efculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha? is he dead, bullyftale is he dead? Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack prieft of de vorld; he is not how his face. Hoft. Thou art a Caftalian-king-Urinal: Hector of Greece, my boy. Caius. I pray you bear witnefs, that me have stay fix or feven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. Shal. He is the wifer man, Mr. Doctor; he is a curer of fouls, and you a curer of bodies: if you fhould fight, you go against the hair of your profeffions: Is it not true, mafter Page? Page. Mafter Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, tho' now a man of peace. Shal. Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho' I now be old, and of peace, if I fee a fword out, my finger itches to make one; tho' we are juftices, and doctors, and church-men, Mr. Page, we have fome falt of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, Mr. Page. Page. 'Tis true, Mr. Shallow. Shal. It will be found fo, Mr. Page. Mr. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home: I am fworn of the Peace; you have fhew'd yourself a wife physician, and Sir Hugh hath fhown himfelf a wife and patient church-man: you muft go with me, Mr. Doctor, Heft. Pardon, guest-juftice; a word, Monfieur mock water.. Caius. Mock-vater? vat is dat ? Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour,” bully. Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman, fcurvy-jack-dog-prief: by gar, me vill cut his ears. Hoft. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Hoft. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. By gar, me do look, he fhall clapper-de-claw me for by gar, me vill have it. Hoft. Hoft. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius: Me tank you for dat. Hoft. And moreover bully: but firft, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Hoft. He is there; fee 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 Mr. Doctor, [Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de prieft; for he fpeak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. Hot. Let him die; but firft fheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where miftrefs Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou fhalt woo her, (12) Try'd game; faid I well? Caius. By gar me tank you vor dat by gar, I love you; and I fhall procure 'a you de good gueft; de Earl, de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients. Hoft. For the which I will be thy adverfary toward Anne Page: faid I well? Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell faid. Hoft. Let us wag then. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt. (12) And thou shalt woo her. 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 have reftor'd it, may well fignify, Thou old Cock of the Game; thou experienc'd Sinner: and might be reafonably applied to Caius, who was an old Bachelor, and had Dame Quickly for his Housekeeper. SCENE, Frogmore near Windfor. Enter Evans and Simple, EVANS. Pray you now, good mafter. Slender's fervingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for mafter Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Phyfick? Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward, every way, old Windfor way, and every way but the town way. Eva. I moft fehemently defire you, you will also look that way. Simp. I will, Sir. Eva. 'Plefs my foul, how full of cholars I am, and trempling of mind! I fhall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Plefs my foul! By fhallow [Sings, being afraid. By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls 'Mercy on me! I have a great difpofi tions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls-When as I fat in Pabilon;and a thousand vagrant pofies. By fhallow, &c. Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. Eva. He's welcome. By fhallow, rivers to whofe fallsHeav'n profper the right! what weapons is he? Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my mafter, Mr. Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the ftile, this way. Eva. Pray you, give me my gown, or elfe keep it in your arms. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. How now, mafter Parfon good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good ftudent from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. Ah fweet Anne Page! Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh. Eva. 'Plefs you from his mercy-fake, all of you. Shul. What? the fword and the word? do you study them both, Mr. Parfon? Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hofe, this raw-rheumatick day? Eva. There is reafons and caufes 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 moft reverend gentleman, who belike, having receiv'd wrong by fome perfon, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you faw. Shal. I have liv'd fourfcore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, fo wide of his own refpect. Eva. What is he? Page, I think you know him; Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French Phyfician. as Eva. Got's will, and his paffion of my heart! I had lief you fhould tell me of a mefs of porridge. Page. Why? Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates 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, fweet Anne Page! M 4 Enter |