well; yet they are devils' additions, the names
of fiends : but Cuckold! Wittol!_Cuckold! the
devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an
ass, a secure ass: he will trust his wife; he will
not be jealous. I will rather trust a Fleming 310
with my butter, Parson Hugh the Welshman
with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitæ
bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding,
than my wife with herself: then she plots, then
she ruminates, then she devises, and what they
think in their hearts they may effect, they will
break their hearts but they will effect. God
be praised for my jealousy !-Eleven o'clock the
hour. I will prevent this, detect my wife, be
revenged on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will 320
about it; better three hours too soon than a
minute too late. Fie, fie, fie !

fie ! cuckold !
cuckold! cuckold !

[Exit.

Scene III.

A field near Windsor.

Enter Caius and Rugby. Caius. Jack Rugby!

Rug. Sir?

Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack ?
Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised

to meet.
Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no

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Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would 10

IO 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.
Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
Caius. Villainy, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.
Host. Bless thee, bully doctor!
Shal. Save

you, Master Doctor Caius !
Page. Now, good master doctor!
Slen. 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 Æsculapius ? my
Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, 30

bully-stale ? is he dead?
Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de

vorld; he is not show his face.
Host. Thou art a Castalion, King-Urinal. Hector of

Greece, my boy!
Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six

or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no

come.

Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a

I am

curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if 40 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. Shal. 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.

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Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow.
Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Master
Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home.

sworn of the peace : you have shewed
yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath
shewn himself a wise and patient churchman.

You must go with me, master doctor.
Host. Pardon, guest-justice. — A word, Mounseur

Mock-water.
Caius. Mock-vater ! vat is dat?

60 Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour,

bully. Caius. By gar, den, I have as much mock-vater 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.

70 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 Cavaleiro 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 ? Shal. We will do it.

80 Page, Shal., and Slen. Adieu, good master doctor.

[Exeunt Page, Shal., and Slen. 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 dank you vor dat: by gar, I

90 love you, and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentle

men, 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 THIRD.

Scene I.

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 him-

self doctor of physic?
Sim. 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. Sim. I will, sir.

[Exit. 10 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.

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To shallow
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

[Sings. Melodious birds sing madrigalsWhenas I sat in Pabylon