you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Phyfick? Simp. Marry, fir, the "City ward, the Park ward, every way; old Windfor way, and every way but the town way. Eva. I most fehemently defire you, you will also look that way. Simp. I will, fir. Eva. 'Plefs my foul! how full of cholers I am, and · trempling of mind!-I fhall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me: how melancholies I am!-I will knog his urinals about his knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the 'ork:-'plefs my foul! By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls There will we make our peds of roses, 'Mercy on me! I have a great difpofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigals When as I fat in Babylon- Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, fir Hugh. By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls [Sings. Heaven profper the right !-What weapons is he? Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or elfe keep it in your arms. " City-ward,]-Pitty-wary-pitty-way-petty-ward. VOL. I. P Enter Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. How now, mafter parfon? Good-morrow, good fir Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good ftudent from his book, and it is wonderful.· Slen. Ah fweet Anne Page! Page. Save you, good fir Hugh! Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy fake, all of you! Shal. What! the fword and the word! do you study them both, mafter parson? Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hofe, this raw rheumatick day? Eva. There is reafons and causes for it. Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master parfon. Eva. Fery well: What is it? Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having receiv'd wrong by fome perfon, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you faw. Shal. I have liv'd fourfcore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, "fo wide of his own respect. Eva. What is he? Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician. Eva. Got's will, and his paffion o' my heart! I had as you would tell me of a mefs of porridge. lief Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and he is a knave befides; a cowardly knave, as you would defires to be acquainted withal. Page. I warrant you, he's the man fhould fight with him. W fo wide of his own respect.]-whose rage had so far overcome his reafon. Slen. Slen. O, fweet Anne Page! Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby. Shal. It appears fo, by his weapons :-Keep them asunder; here comes doctor Caius. Page. Nay, good mafter parfon, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good mafter doctor. Hoft. Difarm them, and let them queftion; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your ear: Verefore vill you not meet-a me? Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-ftogs to other men's humours; I defire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends :-I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogs-combs, for miffing your meetings and appointments. Caius. Diable!-Jack Rugby,-mine Hoft de Farterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint? Eva. As I am a chriftians foul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine hoft of the Garter. Hoft. Peace, I fay, Gwallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer. Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent! Hoft. Peace, I fay; hear mine hoft of the Garter. Am I politick? am I fubtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lofe my doctor? no; he gives me the potions, and the motions. Shall I lose my parfon? my prieft? my fir Hugh? no; he gives me the pro-verbs and the no-verbs.-Give me thy * Gwallia]-Gallia." P 2 hand, hand, terreftial; fo:-Give me thy hand, celestial; fo.Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt fack be the iffue.Come, lay their swords to pawn:-Follow me, lad of peace; follow, follow, follow. Shal. Truft me, a mad hoft.-Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O, fweet Anne Page! [Exeunt Shal. Slen. Page, and Hoft. Caius. Ha! do I perceive dat? have you make-a de fot of us? ha, ha! Eva. This is well; he has made us his vlouting-ftog. —I defire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this fame fcald, fcurvy, cogging companion, the hoft of the Garter. Caius. By gar, vit all my heart; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page: by gar, he deceive me too. Eva. Well, I will finite his noddles ;-Pray you fol low. SCENE II. The street in Windfor. Enter Miftrefs Page and Robin. Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to be a follower, but now you are a leader : Whether had you rather, lead mine eyes, or eye your mafter's heels? Rob. I had rather, forfooth, go before you like a man, than follow him like a dwarf. Mrs. Page. O, you are a flattering boy; now, I fee, you'll be a courtier. Enter Ford. Ford. Well met, mistress Page: Whither go you? Mrs. Mrs. Page. Truly, fir, to fee your wife; Is fhe at home? Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company: I think, if your hufbands were dead, you two would marry. Mrs. Page. Be fure of that,-two other husbands. Ford. Where had you this pretty weather-cock ? Mrs. Page. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is my husband had him of: What do you call your knight's name, firrah? Rob. Sir John Falstaff. Ford. Sir John Falstaff! Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name. There is fuch a league between my good man and he !-Is your wife at home, indeed? Ford. Indeed, fhe is. her. Mrs. Page. By your leave, fir;-I am fick, 'till I fee [Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking? fure they fleep; he hath no ufe of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty miles, as easy as a cannon will fhoot point-blank twelve fcore. He pieces-out his wife's inclination; he gives her folly motion, and advantage and now fhe's going to my wife, and Falftaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower fing in the wind!—and Falstaff's boy with her!-Good plots!they are laid; and our revolted wives share damnation together. Well, I will take him, then tortufe my wife, pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty from the fo feeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a fecure and wilful Actæon; and to thefe violent proceedings all my neighbours fhall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, a Y twelve fcore.]-yards. 7 feeming]-fpecious. divulge Page himself for a fecure and wilful Acteon ;]-proclaim him a cuckold. fhall cry aim.]-fhall give their hearty approbation. P 3 and |