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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. 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.
Hot. And morcover, bully: but first, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eck Cavaliero Slender, go you through she town to Frogmore.
Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Hoft. 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.
[ Fixe. Page, Shal. and Slen. Cuius. By gar, me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Ann Page.
Hott. 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 foalt woober. Cride-Game.] Thus the old folio's. The quarto's with a little difference. And thou mult wear her cyl
Said'I well? Neither of the readings furnish any idea ; nos can be genuine. Try'd game, as I have reford 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 housekeeper.
Hot. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Ann Page: said I well?
Carus. By gar, 'tis good; vell faid.
and friend Simple by your name, which way have you jook'd for Master Caius, that calls hinself Doctor of Pbific ?
Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-zvary, 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:
Simp. I will, Sir.
Evo, 'Pless my soul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd ne; bow melanchollies I ain! I will knog h's urinals about his knare's coitard, when I have good opportunities for the orke : 'Pleis my soul !
[Sings, being afraid By shallow rivers, to whose Falls (18)
Melodious birds fing madrigalls; (18) By shallow rivers,] The Panza, which Sir Hugh repeats beres. is part of a fueet little tonnet of our Author's, and printed among his | oems; called, The Passicnare Skep berri' to his. Lore. MILTON was lo enamour’s with this poem, and the Nainph's Reply to it, that he has borrow'd the close of his. L'Arlegcry, and Il Penseroso from
I don't know, whether it has been generally obferv’d, but v .s with wonderful humeur, in his finging, tăiat Sir Hugh intern mixes with his madrigal the first line of the 137th lingina pjaim.
There will we make our peds of roses ;
And a thousand fragrapt polies. Dy shallow-Mercy on me, I have a great difpofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls - When as 1 fat in Pabilon ;- and a thousand vagrant pefies. By fillow, &c.
Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Eva. He's welcome. By shallow rivers, 10 whole falls Heav'n profper the right; what weapons is he?
Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman from Fregmine, over the file, this way.
Eva. Pray yod, give me my gown, or else keep ic in your arms,
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender, Shal. How now, master Parfon 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 Ann Page!
fake, all of you. Shal. Whats the sword and the word? do
you ftudy them both, Mr. Parson ?
Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hose, this raw-rheumatick day?
Eva. There is reafons 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 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; ! never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning so wide of his own respcet. Eva. What is he?
Page. I think, you know him ; Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French phyfician.
Eva. Gor's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you should tell me of a mess of porridge.
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 hould 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.
Puge. Nay, good Mr. Parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. Doctor.
Hoft. Difarm 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: wherefore vill you not meet-a me?'
Eva. Pray you, use your patience in good time. Caiuso By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, Foba ape.
Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks to other mens humours : I desire you in friend hip, 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 Host de Farteer, have I not itay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint?
Eva. As lain a christian'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 fay; hear mine Host of the Garter, Am I politici am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel? shall
my Doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose
Priest ? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs. Give me thy hand, terrestrial ; so: 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 bürn'd fack be the fue. Came, lay their swords to pawn.. Follow me lad of peace, follow, follow, follow. Stval. Trust me, a mad hoft. Pollow, 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 vloutinge fog. I desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains 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.
SCENE, the Street, in Windfor.
AY, keep your way, little gallant ;
you were wont to be a follower, 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 Aattering boy; now you'll be a courtier,
Enter Ford. Ford. Well met; mistress Page ; whither go you?
Mrs. Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife; is the at home?