ACT II PAGE, SHAL., and SLEN. Adieu, good Master Doctor. HOST. Let him die: sheath thy impatience; throw cold 82 HOST. For the which, I will be thy adversary toward CAIUS. By gar, 'tis good; vell said. HOST. Let us wag then. CAIUS. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [exeunt. ACT III SCENE I. A Field near Frogmore. Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE. EVANS. I pray you now, good Master Slender's servingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic? SIM. Marry, Sir, the Petty-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 [Exit SIMPLE. 9 that way. SIM. I will, Sir. EVANS. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am, and trempling of mind!—I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me. How melancholies I am!-I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard,2 when I have good opportunities for the 'ork.-'Pless my soul! 1 (slang) was I on the spot? [sings. 2 (slang) nut. To shallow rivers, to whose falls 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. Melodious birds sing madrigals, When as I sat in Pabylon— And a thousand vagrant posies. Enter SIMPLE. SIM. Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh. To shallow rivers, to whose falls 20 29 Heaven prosper the right!—What weapons is he? EVANS. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER. SHAL. 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. SLEN. [aside.] Ah, sweet Anne Page! PAGE, 'Save you, good Sir Hugh! EVANS. 'Pless you from His mercy sake, all of you. 40 SHAL. 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 EVANS. Fery well. What is it? 48 PAGE. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having receiv'd wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you saw. ACT III Sc. I ACT III 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. Sc. I EVANS. What is he? PAGE. I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the EVANS. Got's will, and His passion of my heart! I had 60 EVANS. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and PAGE. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. SHAL. It appears so, by his weapons. Keep them asunder: Enter Host, CAIUS, and RUGBY. PAGE. Nay, good Master Parson, keep in your weapon. 71 EVANS. Pray you, use your patience in good time. EVANS. [aside to CAIUS.] Pray you, let us not be laugh ing-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 Jarteerhave I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint? 84 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 Gaul, French and Welsh, soul-curer and body-curer. 1 talk. CAIUS. Ay, dat is very good! excellent! 90 ACT III Shall I HOST. Peace, I say; hear mine Host of the Garter. Am 102 SHAL. Trust me, a mad host! Follow, gentlemen, follow. SLEN. [aside.] O, sweet Anne Page! [Exeunt SHAL., SLEN., 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,1 scurvy, cogging companion, the Host of 112 the Garter. CAIUS. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive me too. EVANS. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow. [exeunt. Sc. I SCENE II. 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? 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, I see you'll be a courtier. 1 scall'd scabb'd. FORD. Well met, Mistress Page. Whither go you ? home? ΙΙ 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 this pretty weather-cock? MRS. PAGE. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of. What do you call your Knight's name, sirrah? ROB. Sir John Falstaff. FORD. Sir John Falstaff! MRS. PAGE. He, he: I can never hit on's name. 20 There is such a league between my goodman and he! - Is your wife at home, indeed? FORD. Indeed she is. MRS. PAGE. By your leave, Sir! I am sick, till I see any thinking? Sure, they sleep; he hath no use of |