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Ford. I am bleft in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, fir?

Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not-yet I wrong him to call him poor; they fay, the jealous wittolly knave hath maffes of money; for the which, his wife feems to me well-favour'd. I will ufe her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.

Ford. I would you knew Ford, fir; that you might avoid him, if you faw him.

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Fal. Hang him, mechanical falt-butter rogue! I will ftare him out of his wits; I will awe him with my cudgel; it fhall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns: master Brook, thou fhalt know, I will predominate over the peafant, and thou fhalt lye with his wife.-Come to me foon at night-Ford's a knave, and I will 'aggravate his ftile; thou, mafter Brook, fhalt know him for knave and cuckold-come to me foon at night.

[Exit. Ford. What a damn'd Epicurean rafcal is this!-My heart is ready to crack with impatience.-Who fays, this is improvident jealoufy? my wife hath fent to him, the hour is fix'd, the match is made: Would any man have thought this?-See the hell of having a falfe woman! my bed fhall be abus'd, my coffers ranfack'd, my reputation gnawn at; and I fhall not only receive this villainous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Terms! names !— Amaimon founds well; Lucifer, well; Barbafon, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold! wittol! cuckold! the devil himself hath not

h falt-butter]-low bred.

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i' aggravate his file;]-encreafe the number of his titles.
Barbajon,]-Barbajon, &c. the names of Dæmons.

"I am not Barbafon; you cannot conjure me."
HENRY V, Act II, S. 1. Nym.

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fuch a name. Page is an afs, a fecure afs; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous : I will rather truft a Fleming with my butter, parfon Hugh the Welchman 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. Heaven be prais'd for my jealoufy!" Eleven o'clock the hour;-I will prevent this, detect my wife, be reveng'd on Falstaff, and laugh at Page: I will about it ;-better three hours too foon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold! [Exit.

SCENE III.

Windfor park.

Enter Caius and Rugby.

Caius. Jack Rugby!

Rug. Sir.

Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack?

Rug. 'Tis past the hour, fir, that fir Hugh promis'd to

meet.

Caius. By gar, he has fave his foul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

Rug. He is wife, fir; he knew, your worship would kill him, if he came.

Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, fo as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

aqua vita]-ufquebaugh.

"Eleven o'clock the hour;]—Ford's mistake of the hour is necessary to the plot.

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Rug. Alas, fir, I cannot fence.

Caius. Villan-a, take your rapier.

Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Hoft, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Hoft. 'Blefs thee, bully doctor.
Shal. 'Save you, mafter doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good mafter doctor!

Slen. Give you good-morrow, fir.

Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Hoft. To fee thee fight, to fee thee " foin, to see thee traverse, to see thee here, to fee thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy ftock, thy reverfe, thy diftance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Francifco? ha, bully! What fays my Æfculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead?

Caius. By gar he is de coward Jack priest of the vorld; he is not fhew his face.

Hoft. Thou art a Caftilian king, Urinal! Hector of Greece, my boy!

Caius. I pray you bear vitnefs that me have stay fix or feven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.

Shal. He is the wifer man, mafter doctor: he is a curer of fouls, and you a curer of bodies; if you fhould fight, you go against the hair of your profeffions: is it not true, mafter Page?

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nfoin,]-push, make a thruft.

• heart of elder?]-the elder has none.

P Caftilian]-as Ethiopian was probably a stroke at Caius' complexion, fo Caftilian may be a glance at that branch of his profeffion, to which the terms Stale, Urinal and mockwater plainly refer, viz. the cafting of water-Urinal, thou art the king of water-cafters.

4 the bair-the grain.

"he is melancholy without cause, and merry against the hair."
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, Act I, S. 2.

Serv.

Page.

Page. Mafter Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of

peace.

Shal. Body-kins, mafter Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I fee a fword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, mafter Page, we have fome 'falt of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, malter Page.

Page. 'Tis true, mafter Shallow.

Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am fworn of the peace: you have shew'd yourself a wife phyfician, and Sir Hugh hath fhewn himself a wife and patient churchman : you must go with me, mafter doctor.

Hoft. Pardon, gueft juftice:-A word, monfieur mock

water.

Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?

Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman :-Scurvy-jack-dog-prieft! by gar, me vill cut his ears.

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Hoft. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.

Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

Hoft. 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.

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

Caius. Me tank you for dat.

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Hoft. And moreover, bully,-But first, master gueft, and mafter Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the

town to Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

falt]-fmack, relish.

[Afide to them.

clapper-claw]-tongue-beat.

Hoft.

Hoft. He is there: fee what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about the fields: will it do well?

Shal. We will do it.

All. Adieu, good mafter doctor.

[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender. Caius. By gar, me vill kill de prieft; for he fpeak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

Hoft. Let him die: but, firft, fheath 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 feafting; and thou shalt woo her: 'Cry'd game, faid I well ?

Caius. By gar, me tank you for dat: by gar, I love you; and I fhall procure-a you de good guest, de earl, de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

Hoft. For the which, I will be thy adverfary toward Anne Page; faid I well?

Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell faid.

Hoft. Let us wag then.

Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.

Frogmore.

Enter Evans and Simple.

Eva. I pray you now, good mafter Slender's fervingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have.

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Cry'd game,]-My cock of the game-Try'd game,—having just given proof of his courage, or Cry aim-confent, applaud.

to these violent proceedings all my neighbours fhall cry aim."

A& III, S. 2. of this Play. Ford.

"It ill befeems this prefence, to cry aim
"To thefe ill-tuned repetitions."

KING JOHN, A&t II, S. 1. K. Philip.

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