| SIR HUGH 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 himself doctor of physic? |
| SIMPLE
|
Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every
way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town
way. |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
I most fehemently desire you you will also look that
way. |
| SIMPLE
|
I will, sir. |
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[Exit] |
| SIR HUGH 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
good opportunities for the ork. 'Pless my soul! |
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[Sings] |
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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-- |
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Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
|
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[Sings] |
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Melodious birds sing madrigals--
When as I sat in Pabylon--
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow &c. |
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[Re-enter SIMPLE] |
| SIMPLE
|
Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
He's welcome. |
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[Sings] |
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To shallow rivers, to whose falls-
Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he? |
| SIMPLE
|
No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master
Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over
the stile, this way. |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
|
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[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER]
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| SHALLOW
|
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. |
| SLENDER
|
[Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!
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| PAGE |
'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
|
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
|
| SHALLOW
|
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! |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
There is reasons and causes for it.
|
| PAGE |
We are come to you to do a good office, master parson.
|
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
Fery well: what is it?
|
| PAGE |
Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, belike
having received wrong by some person, is at most
odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you
saw. |
| SHALLOW
|
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so
wide of his own respect. |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
What is he? |
| PAGE |
I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the
renowned French physician. |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as
lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. |
| PAGE |
Why? |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates 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.
|
| SHALLOW
|
[Aside] O sweet Anne Page!
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| SHALLOW
|
It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder:
here comes Doctor Caius. |
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[Enter Host, DOCTOR CAIUS, and RUGBY]
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| PAGE |
Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.
|
| SHALLOW
|
So do you, good master doctor.
|
| Host |
Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep
their limbs whole and hack our English. |
| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear.
Vherefore vill you not meet-a me? |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
[Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS] Pray you, use your patience:
in good time. |
| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
|
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
[Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS] Pray you let us not be
laughing-stocks to other men's humours; I desire you
in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends. |
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[Aloud] |
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I will knog your urinals about your knave's cockscomb
for missing your meetings and appointments. |
| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
Diable! Jack Rugby,--mine host de Jarteer,--have I
not stay for him to kill him? have I not, at de place
I did appoint? |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
As I am a Christians soul now, look you, this is the
place appointed: I'll be judgement by mine host of
the Garter. |
| Host |
Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh,
soul-curer and body-curer! |
| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
Ay, dat is very good; excellent.
|
| Host |
Peace, I say! hear mine host of the Garter. Am I
politic? am I subtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I
lose my doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the
motions. Shall I lose my parson, my priest, my Sir
Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the
no-verbs. Give me thy hand, terrestrial; so. Give me
thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have
deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong
places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are
whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. Come, lay
their swords to pawn. Follow me, lads of peace;
follow, follow, follow. |
| SHALLOW
|
Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
|
| SLENDER
|
[Aside] O sweet Anne Page!
|
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[Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and Host]
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| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of
us, ha, ha? |
| SIR HUGH 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, scurvy cogging companion, the host of the Garter. |
| DOCTOR CAIUS
|
By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me
where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too. |
| SIR HUGH EVANS
|
Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow.
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[Exeunt] |