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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! cuckold!
cuckold! cuckold!

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 come; he has pray his Pible well, dat he is no come by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

[Exit.

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

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 !
Are. 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
there to see thee pass thy

here, to see thee
punto, thy stock,

thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant.

Is he

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dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco?
ha, bully! What says my Esculapius? 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

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.

Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Master
Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home.
I am
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?

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.

Host. And I will provoke him to 't, or let him wag.

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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.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

[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.

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

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[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.

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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 looked for Master Caius, that calls himself 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 Sim. I will, sir.

way.

[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!—

To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.

To shallow

[Sings.

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

Melodious birds sing madrigals—
Whenas I sat in Pabylon-

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[Sings.

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