1118Host. Pardon, Guest-Iustice; a Mounseur Mocke-

1119water.

1120Cai. Mock-vater? vat is dat?

1121Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Valour

1122(Bully.)

1123Cai. By gar, then I haue as much Mock-vater as de

1124Englishman: scuruy-Iack-dog-Priest: by gar, mee vill

1125cut his eares.

1126Host. He will Clapper-claw thee tightly (Bully.)

1127Cai. Clapper-de-claw? vat is dat?

1128Host. That is, he will make thee amends.

1129Cai. By-gar, me doe looke hee shall clapper-de-claw

1130me, for by-gar, me vill haue it.

1131Host. And I will prouoke him to't, or let him wag.

1132Cai. Me tanck you for dat.

1133Host. And moreouer, (Bully) but first, M^r. Ghuest,

1134and M. Page, & eeke Caualeiro Slender, goe you through

1135the Towne to Frogmore.

1136Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

1137Host. He is there, see what humor he is in: and I will

1138bring the Doctor about by the Fields: will it doe well?

1139Shal. We will doe it.

1140All. Adieu, good M. Doctor.

1141Cai. By-gar, me vill kill de Priest, for he speake for a

1142Iack-an-Ape to Anne Page.

1143Host. Let him die: sheath thy impatience: throw cold

1144water on thy Choller: goe about the fields with mee

1145through Frogmore, I will bring thee where Mistris Anne

1146Page is, at a Farm-house a Feasting: and thou shalt wooe

1147her: Cride-game, said I well?

1148Cai. By-gar, mee dancke you vor dat: by gar I loue

1149you: and I shall procure 'a you de good Guest: de Earle,

1150de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients.

1151Host. For the which, I will be thy aduersary toward

1152Anne Page: said I well?

1153Cai. By-gar, 'tis good: vell said.

1154Host. Let vs wag then.

1155Cai. Come at my heeles, Iack Rugby.

1160Euans. I pray you now, good Master Slenders seruing-

1161man, and friend Simple by your name; which way haue

1162you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himselfe Doctor

1163of Phisicke.

1164Sim. Marry Sir, the pittie-ward, the Parke-ward:

1165euery way: olde Windsor way, and euery way but the

1166Towne-way.

1167Euan. I most fehemently desire you, you will also

1168looke that way.

1169Sim. I will sir.

1170Euan. 'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and

1171trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he haue deceiued

1172me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls a-

1173bout his knaues costard, when I haue good oportunities

1174for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: To shallow Ruiers to whose

1175falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we make

1176our Peds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shal-

1177low: 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great dispositions to cry.

1178Melodious birds sing Madrigalls: --- When as I sat in Pa-

1179bilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, &c.

1180Sim. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh.

1181Euan. Hee's welcome: To shallow Riuers, to whose fals:

1182Heauen prosper the right: what weapons is he?

1183Sim. No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, M^r.

1184Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer

1185the stile, this way.

1186Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne, or else keepe it

1187in your armes.

1188Shal. How now Master Parson? good morrow good

1189Sir Hugh: keepe a Gamester from the dice, and a good

1190Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull.

1191Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page.

1192Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh.

1193Euan. 'Plesse you from his mercy-sake, all of you.

1194Shal. What? the Sword, and the Word?

1195Doe you study them both, M^r. Parson?

1196Page. And youthfull still, in your doublet and hose,

1197this raw-rumaticke day?

1198Euan. There is reasons, and causes for it.

1199Page. We are come to you, to doe a good office, M^r.

1200Parson.

1201Euan. Fery-well: what is it?

1202Page. Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman; who

1203(be-like) hauing receiued wrong by some person, is at

1204most odds with his owne grauity and patience, that euer

1205you saw.

1206Shal. I haue liued foure-score yeeres, and vpward: I

1207neuer heard a man of his place, grauity, and learning, so

1208wide of his owne respect.

1209Euan. What is he?

1210Page. I thinke you know him: M^r. Doctor Caius the

1211renowned French Physician.

1212Euan. Got's-will, and his passion of my heart: I had

1213as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge.

1214Page. Why?

1215Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and

1216Galen, and hee is a knaue besides: a cowardly knaue, as

1217you would desires to be acquainted withall.

1218Page. I warrant you, hee's the man should fight with

1219him.

1220Slen. O sweet Anne Page.

1221Shal. It appeares so by his weapons: keepe them a-

1222sunder: here comes Doctor Caius.

1223Page. Nay good M^r. Parson, keepe in your weapon.

1224Shal. So doe you, good M^r. Doctor.

1225Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them

1226keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English.

1227Cai. I pray you let-a-mee speake a word with your

1228eare; vherefore vill you not meet-a me?

1229Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time.

1230Cai. By-gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn

1231Ape.

1232Euan. Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other

1233mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one

1234way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal

1235about your knaues Cogs-combe.

1236Cai. Diable: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: haue I

1237not stay for him, to kill him? haue I not at de place I did

1238appoint?

1239Euan. As I am a Christians-soule, now looke you:

1240this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine

1241Host of the Garter.

1242Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch,

1243Soule-Curer, and Body-Curer.