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Caius. Mock-vater? vat is dat?

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

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman, scurvy-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. Hot. And morcover, bully: but first, Mr. Greft, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Fot. He is there; see, what humour he is in ; and I will bring the Doctor about the fields: will it do well ?

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

[ Exe. Page, Shal. and Slen. Cuius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Ann Page.

Hoft. Let him die; but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with inę through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mistress Ann Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her. (17) Try'd game, said I well!

*Caius. By gar, me tank you vor dat: by gar, I love you ; and I Mall procure 'a you de good guett; de Earl, de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients.


(17) And thou fhalt woo, ber. Cride-Game.] Thus the old folis's. The quario's with a little difference. And thoi mult wear ber cry']

Sard'I weil? Neither of the readings furnish any idea ; nos can be genuine. Try'd game, as I have restor’d it, may well fignity, Thou old cock of the game; thou experien:ed finner : and might be seasonably apply'd to Caius, who was an old bachelor, and had dame Ruickly for his housekeepera


Host. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Ann Page: said I well ?

Cuius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.
Hoft. Let us wag then.
Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.


SCENE, Frogmore near Windsor..
Enter Evans, and Simple.

Priy you now, good Master Slender's servingman,

and friend Simpl by your name, which way have you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himself Dostor of Physic?

Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-zvary, the Park-ward, every way, old Windfor way, and every way but the town way.

Evn. I most fehemently. desire you, you will also look that way.

Simp. I will, Sir.

Evo, ’Pless my soul, how full of choliars I am, and trempling of mind ! I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; bow melanchollies I ain! I will knog h's urinals about his knare’s costard, when I have good opportunities for the orke : 'Ple's my soul!

[Sings, being afraidi By shallow rivers, to whose Falls (18)

Melodious birds fing madrigalls ; (18) By shallow rivers,] The lanza, which Sir Hugh repeats here js part of a sueet little fonnet of our Author's, and printed among his forms; called, The Passionate Skat berci to his. Lore. MILTON was to enamour’s with this poem, and the Nymph's Reply to it, that he has berrow'd the close of his. L'Alegory, and Il Penseroso from men I don't know, whether it has been generally obferv'd, but di .s with wonderful humeur, in his singing, that Sir Hugh intein mixes with his drigal the first line of the 137th finging pjaim.




Shal. How now,

There will we make our peds of roses ;

And a thousand fragrant polies. A falow'Mercy on me, I have a great rispofitions to cry

Melodious birds fing madrigells - When as I fat in Pabilon; and a thousand vagrant pefits. By tellow, &c

Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugk. Eva. He's welcome. By hallow rivers, to whole failsa 'Heav'n profper the right; what weapons is he?

Simp: No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman from Frognert, over the file, this way.

Eva. Pray yoa, give me my gown, or else keep it in Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

master Parson > good morrow, good Sir

. Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good ftudent from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. Ab, fweet Ann Page! Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh.

you from his mercy fake, all of you. Shal. What the sword and the word ? do you study them both, Mr. Parson?

Page. And youthful till, in your doublet and hose, this raw-theumatick day?

Eva. There is reafons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Mr.
Eva. Ferry well : what is it?

Page. Yonder is a moit reverend Gentleman, who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by some person, is at molt odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever

Shal. I have liv'd fourscore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, to wide of his own respect. Eva. What is het



Eva. 'Pless


you saw.

Page. I think, you know him ; - Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician,

Eva. Gor's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you should tell me of a mess of porridge.

Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates-and Galen; and he is a knave, besides; a cowardly knave as you would desire to be acquainted withal.

Page. I warrant you, he's the man fhould fight with him. Slen. O, sweet Ann Page !

Enter Hot, Caius, and Rugby, Shal, It appears fo, by his weapons : keep them asunder; here comes Doctor Caius.

Page. Nay, good Mr. Parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. Doctor,

Hof. Difarm them, and let them question ; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our Englifo.

Caius. I pray you, lct.a me speak a word with your ear: wherefore vill you not meet-a me?

Eva. Pray you, use your patience in good time. Gaius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, Fohn ape.

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks to other mens humours : I desire you in friend Qip, and will one way or other make you amends; I will knog your urinal about your knave's cogs-comb, for mising your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable! Jack Rugby, mine Hoit de Jarteer, have I not itay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint ?

Eva. As I am a chriftian's soul, now look you, this is the place appointed; P'll be judgment by mine Hoft of the Garter,

Hoft. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer,

Caius. Ay, dat is very good, excellent.

Hloft. Peace, I say; hear mine Host of the Garter. Am í politic? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel? fall

I lose my Doctor no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my Parson? my Priest i my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs.

Give me thy hand, terrestrial; fo: Give me thy hand, celestial : so, Boys of art, I have deceiv’d you both : I have directed you to wrong places : your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burn'd fack be the fue. 'Came, lay their swords to pawn.Follow me lad of peace, follow, follow, follow.

Shal. Trust me, a mad hoft. Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O Tweet Ann Page !

[Exe. Shal. Slen. Page and Hoft. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make a-defot of us, ha, ha?

Eva. This is well, he has made us his vloudinge stog. I desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our praids together to be revenge on this same cald-scurvy-cogging companion, the Host of the Garter.

Caius, By gar, with all my heart; he promise to bring me where is Ann Page ; by gar, he deceive me too.

Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles ; pray you, follow.

[Excunt. SCENE, the Street, in Windfor.

Enter Mistress Page, and Robin.
N , ;

you were wont to be a follower, bu now you are a leader. Whether had you raiher lead mine eyes, or eye your master's heels ?

Rob. 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 you'll be a courtier,

Enter Ford.
Ford. Well met, mistress Page ; whither go you?

Mrs. Page. Truly, Sir, to lee your wife; is the at home?


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