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  • Title: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)

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    The Merry Wives of Windsor (Folio 1, 1623)

    The Merry Wiues of Windsor.
    Host. Pardon, Guest-Iustice; a Mounseur Mocke-
    1120Cai. Mock-vater? vat is dat?
    Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Valour
    Cai. By gar, then I haue as much Mock-vater as de
    Englishman: scuruy-Iack-dog-Priest: by gar, mee vill
    1125cut his eares.
    Host. He will Clapper-claw thee tightly (Bully.)
    Cai. Clapper-de-claw? vat is dat?
    Host. That is, he will make thee amends.
    Cai. By-gar, me doe looke hee shall clapper-de-claw
    1130me, for by-gar, me vill haue it.
    Host. And I will prouoke him to't, or let him wag.
    Cai. Me tanck you for dat.
    Host. And moreouer, (Bully) but first, Mr. Ghuest,
    and M. Page, & eeke Caualeiro Slender, goe you through
    1135the Towne to Frogmore.
    Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?
    Host. He is there, see what humor he is in: and I will
    bring the Doctor about by the Fields: will it doe well?
    Shal. We will doe it.
    1140All. Adieu, good M. Doctor.
    Cai. By-gar, me vill kill de Priest, for he speake for a
    Iack-an-Ape to Anne Page.
    Host. Let him die: sheath thy impatience: throw cold
    water on thy Choller: goe about the fields with mee
    1145through Frogmore, I will bring thee where Mistris Anne
    Page is, at a Farm-house a Feasting: and thou shalt wooe
    her: Cride-game, said I well?
    Cai. By-gar, mee dancke you vor dat: by gar I loue
    you: and I shall procure 'a you de good Guest: de Earle,
    1150de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients.
    Host. For the which, I will be thy aduersary toward
    Anne Page: said I well?
    Cai. By-gar, 'tis good: vell said.
    Host. Let vs wag then.
    1155Cai. Come at my heeles, Iack Rugby.

    Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.

    Enter Euans, Simple, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Caius,
    1160Euans. I pray you now, good Master Slenders seruing-
    man, and friend Simple by your name; which way haue
    you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himselfe Doctor
    of Phisicke.
    Sim. Marry Sir, the pittie-ward, the Parke-ward:
    1165euery way: olde Windsor way, and euery way but the
    Euan. I most fehemently desire you, you will also
    looke that way.
    Sim. I will sir.
    1170Euan. 'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and
    trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he haue deceiued
    me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls a-
    bout his knaues costard, when I haue good oportunities
    for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: To shallow Ruiers to whose
    1175falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we make
    our Peds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shal-
    low: 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great dispositions to cry.
    Melodious birds sing Madrigalls: --- When as I sat in Pa-
    bilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, &c.
    1180Sim. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh.
    Euan. Hee's welcome: To shallow Riuers, to whose fals:
    Heauen prosper the right: what weapons is he?
    Sim. No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, Mr.
    Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer
    1185the stile, this way.
    Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne, or else keepe it
    in your armes.
    Shal. How now Master Parson? good morrow good
    Sir Hugh: keepe a Gamester from the dice, and a good
    1190Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull.
    Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page.
    Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh.
    Euan. 'Plesse you from his mercy-sake, all of you.
    Shal. What? the Sword, and the Word?
    1195Doe you study them both, Mr. Parson?
    Page. And youthfull still, in your doublet and hose,
    this raw-rumaticke day?
    Euan. There is reasons, and causes for it.
    Page. We are come to you, to doe a good office, Mr.
    Euan. Fery-well: what is it?
    Page. Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman; who
    (be-like) hauing receiued wrong by some person, is at
    most odds with his owne grauity and patience, that euer
    1205you saw.
    Shal. I haue liued foure-score yeeres, and vpward: I
    neuer heard a man of his place, grauity, and learning, so
    wide of his owne respect.
    Euan. What is he?
    1210Page. I thinke you know him: Mr. Doctor Caius the
    renowned French Physician.
    Euan. Got's-will, and his passion of my heart: I had
    as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge.
    Page. Why?
    1215Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and
    Galen, and hee is a knaue besides: a cowardly knaue, as
    you would desires to be acquainted withall.
    Page. I warrant you, hee's the man should fight with
    1220Slen. O sweet Anne Page.
    Shal. It appeares so by his weapons: keepe them a-
    sunder: here comes Doctor Caius.
    Page. Nay good Mr. Parson, keepe in your weapon.
    Shal. So doe you, good Mr. Doctor.
    1225Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them
    keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English.
    Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your
    eare; vherefore vill you not meet-a me?
    Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time.
    1230Cai. By-gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn
    Euan. Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other
    mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one
    way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal
    1235about your knaues Cogs-combe.
    Cai. Diable: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: haue I
    not stay for him, to kill him? haue I not at de place I did
    Euan. As I am a Christians-soule, now looke you:
    1240this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine
    Host of the Garter.
    Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch,
    Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer.
    Cai. I,