I pray you now, good Master Slender's serving1161man, and friend Simple by your name; which way have 1162you looked for Master Caius, that calls himselfe doctor 1163of physic?

Marry, sir, the Petty-ward, the Park-ward, 1165every way – old Windsor way and every way but the 1166town way.

I most fehemently desire you you will also 1168look that way.

I will, sir.

'Pless my soul, how full of cholers I am, and 1171trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceived 1172me. How melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals a1173bout his knave's costard when I have good opportunities 1174for the 'ork. 'Pless my soul!

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'Mercy on me, I have a great dispositions to cry.

Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.

He's welcome.

1182Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?

No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master 1184Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore over 1185the stile, this way.

Pray you give me my gowne, or else keepe it 1187in your armes.

How now, master parson? Good morrow, good 1189Sir Hugh! Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good 1190student from his book, and it is wonderful.

Ah, sweet Anne Page!

'Saue you, good Sir Hugh.

'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you.

What, the sword, and the word? 1195Do you study them both, master parson?

And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, 1197this raw-rheumatic day?

There is reasons and causes for it.

We are come to you, to do a good office, master 1200parson.

Fery well. What is it?

Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who 1203(belike) hauing received wrong by some person, is at 1204most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever 1205you saw.

I have lived fourscore years and vpward. I 1207never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning so 1208wide of his own respect.

What is he?

I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius the 1211renowned French physician.

Got's-will and his passion, of my heart! I had 1213as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.

Why?

He has no more knowledge in Hibbocrates and 1216Galen, and he is a knave besides, a cowardly knave, as 1217you would desires to be acquainted withal.

I warrant you, he's the man should fight with 1219him.

Oh, sweet Anne Page!

It appears so by his weapons. Keep them a1222sunder. Here comes Doctor Caius.

Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.

So do you, good master doctor.

Disarm them and let them question. Let them 1226keep their limbs whole and hack our English.

I pray you let-a me speak a word with your 1228ear. [Aside to Evans] Vherefore vill you not meet-a me?

[Aside to Caius] Pray you use your patience. [Aloud] In good time.

By gar, you are de coward, de jack dog, John 1231ape.

[Aside to Caius] Pray you let vs not be laughing-stocks to other 1233men's humors. I desire you in friendship, and I will one 1234way or other make you amends. [Aloud] I will knog your urinal 1235about your knave's cogscomb.

Diable! Jack Rugby, mine host de Jarteer, have I 1237not stay for him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did 1238appoint?

As I am a Christians soul, now look you, 1240this is the place appointed. I'll be judgment by mine 1241host of the Garter.

Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh, 1243soul-curer, and body-curer.

Ay, dat is very good, excellent!

Peace, I say! Hear mine host of the Garter. 1246Am I politic? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiavel? 1247Shall I lose my doctor? No, he gives me the potions 1248and the motions. [Offering his hand to Caius] -- Shall I lose my parson, my priest, 1249my Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the proverbs and the 1250no-verbs. [To Evans] Give me thy hand celestial. So. Boys of 1251art, I have deceived you both. I have directed you to 1252wrong places. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are 1253whole, and let burned sack be the issue. [To Shallow and Page] Come, lay their 1254swords to pawn. [To Caius and Evans] Follow me, lad of peace, follow, fol1255low, follow!

Trust me, a mad host! Follow, gentlemen, fol1257low.

Oh, sweet Anne Page!

Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot 1260of us, ha, ha?

This is well. He has made us his vlouting-stog. 1262I desire you that we may be friends, and let us knog our 1263prains together to be revenge on this same scall, scur1264vy, cogging companion, the host of the Garter.

By gar, with all my heart! He promise to bring 1266me where is Anne Page. By gar, he deceive me too.

Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow.