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Caius. (R.) Vat be all you, one, two, three, four, come for?

Host. (R. C.) To see thee fight, 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 montánt. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, my Galen? my heart of elder? is he dead? Caius. By gar he is de coward of the vorld; he is not show his face.

Host. Thou art a Castilian 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. (c.) He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions: is it not true, Master Page?

Page. (L. c.) Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace.

Shal. Body-kins, Master Page, though now I 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. Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow.

Shal. Master doctor Caius, (R.) I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace: you must go with me, master doctor.

Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur mock-water.

Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Host. 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 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.

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 cavalero through the town to Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Slender, go you [Aside to them.

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.

Slend. Sweet Anne Page!

All. Adieu, good master doctor.

[Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER, L. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de Welshman; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Host. Let him die: but, now go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mistress Anne Page is, and thou shalt woo her: said I well?

Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat; and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary towards 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, L.

Enter FENTON, by the descent, L. U. E.

Fent. This was the first appointed spot-has she forgotten, or hath the stormy aspect of the sky detained her? Alas! I fear I ne'er shall gain her father's love -if so, and she be lost to me, I will betake me to some hermitage remote from all the pleasures of this world. [Wind and Thunder at a distance.] Hark! the storm Increases.

SONG.-FENTON.

Blow, blow thou wintry wind,
Thou art not so unkind,

As man's ingratitude.

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Ha, she approaches !

Enter ANNE, R.

Oh, welcome! welcome! what says your father?
Anne. He never will consent.

Fent. "Tis as I fear'd; and, therefore, turn to me no more, sweet Anne.

Anne. How then?

Fent. Why thou must be thyself. He doth object I am too great of birth; and that my state being galled with my expense, I seek to heal it only by his wealth. Anne. May be he tells you true.

Fent. No! Heaven so speed me in my time to come! Albeit I will confess thy father's wealth, was the first motive that I wooed thee, Anne; yet wooing thee, I found thee of more value than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags; and 'tis the very riches of thyself that now I aim at.

Anne. Gentle Master Fenton, yet I seek my father's love; oh! opportunity and humble suit may still attain it.

DUET.-FENTON AND ANNE PAGE.

Love like a shadow flies,

When substance love pursues,

Pursuing that which flies,

And flying what pursues.

Cupid is a roguish lad,

Thus to drive poor mortals mad.

Nor bond nor space, oh Love! can thee confine,
For thou art all, and all things else are thine.
[Exeunt, R.

END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Frogmore.

Enter EVANS, R. with a Book in his hand, followed by SIMPLE.

Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's servingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doc

tor of Physic?"

Simp. Marry, sir, the City-ward, 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.

[Exit, L. Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers 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 good opportunities for the 'ork: 'pless my soul! [Sings, having first read two lines; he then reads and sings the last two.]

By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals;

There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand vagrant posies.

By shallow

Mercy on me! I have a great disposition to cry.

Melodious birds sing madrigals;

Enter SIMPLE, r.

[Sings.

Simp. Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
Eva. He's welcome:

By shallow rivers, to whose falls

Heaven prosper the right! Simp. No weapons, sir! master Shallow, and another over the stile, this way.

[Sings.

What weapons is he? There comes my master; gentleman from Frogmore,

Eva. 'Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.

Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER, L.
Shal. (c.) How now, master parson?

Slen. (L.) Ah, sweet Anne Page!
Page. 'Save you, good Sir Hugh!

Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Shal. [To EVANS.] 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?

Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.

·Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master parson.

Eva. Fery well: What is it?

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.

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.

Eva. What is he?

Page. I think you know him; master Doctor Caius, the renown'd French physician.

Eva. Heaven's will, and his passion o' my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Puge. Why?

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

Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.

Slen. O, sweet Anne Page!

Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:-Keep them asunder-here comes Doctor Caius.

Enter HOST, CAIUS, and Rugby, r.

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor.

Host. Disarm 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 vit your ear: Verefore vill you not meet a-me? [TO EVA.

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