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Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Eva. He's welcome. By Mallow rivers, to wbosa falls Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he ?
Simp. No weapons, Sir : there comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
Eva. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. How now, master Parson ! Good-morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
Slen. Ah sweet Anne Page !
you study them both, master Parson?
Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatick day?
Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, master Parson.
Eva. Fery well : what is it?
Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having receiv'd wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever you saw.
Sbal. I have liv'd fourscore years, and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning so wide of his own respect,
Eva. What is he?
the other to Raleigh. These poems are read in different copies with great variations. JOHNSON.
In England's Helicon, a collection of love-verses printed in Shakespeare's life-time, viz. in 1600, the first of them is given to Marlow, the second to a person unknown, STEEVENS.
Page. I think you know him ; master Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
Eva. Got's will, and his passion o' my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave, as you would desires to be acquainted withal.
Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him. Slen. O, sweet Ann Page !
Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby. Shal. It appears so, by his weapons.—Keep them asunder ;-here comes Doctor Caius.
Page. Nay, good master Parson, keep in your weapon.
Shal. So do you, good master Doctor.
Hoft. Disarm them, and let them question ; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.
Caius. I pray you, let-a nie speak a word with 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-stogs to other mens humours. I desire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends : I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogs-combs, for missing your meetings and appointments.
Ceius. Diable! Jack Rugby, mine Hoft de Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him ? have I not, at de place I did appoint ?
Eva. As I ani a christian's soul, now look you, this is the place appointed ; I'll be judgment by mine Host of the Garter.
Heft. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer.
Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent !
Hoft. Peace, I say; hear mine Host of the Garter. Am I politick ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ? Shall I lose my doctor ? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my parson? my priest? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no-verbs.--Give me thy hand, terrestial; 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 issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me, lad of
peace; follow, follow, follow.
Shal. Trust me, a mad Hoft.-- Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O, sweet 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 vloutingftog. I desire you, that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together, to be revenge on this fame 6 scald, scurvy, 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
Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles.--Pray you follow.
- scall, scurvy,--] Scall was an old word of reproach, as fcab was afterwards. Chaucer imprecates on his scrivener : “ Under thy longe lockes mayest thou have the foalle."
The street in Windsor.
Enter Mistress 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 master's heels Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before
you 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. Page. Truly, Sir, to see your wife ; is she at home?
Ford. Ay; and as idle as she may hang together, for want of company : I think, if your husbands were dead, you two would marry.
Mrs. Page. Be sure 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 such a league between my good man and he!
Is your wife at home, indeed? Ford. Indeed, she is.
Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir. I am sick, 'till I fee her.
(Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains ? hath he any eyes? hath he any thinking ? sure, they neep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty
miles, as easy as a cannon will shoot point-blank twelve score. He pieces out his wife's inclination ; he gives her folly motion and advantage: and now she's going to my wife, and Falstaff's boy with her. A man may hear this shower sing 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 torture my wife ; pluck the borrow'd veil of modesty from the so seeming mistress Page, divulge Page himself for a secure and wilful Acteon; and to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search ; there I shall find Falstaff. I shall be rather prais’d for this, than mock’d; for it is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there : I will go. Enter Page, Shallow, Slender, Hoft, Evans, and Caius. Shal. Page, &c. Well met, master Ford.
Ford. Trust me, a good knot : I have good cheer at home; and, I pray you, all go with me.
Sbal. I must excuse myself, master Ford.
Slen. And so muft I, Sir ; we have appointed to dine with mistress Anne, and I would not break with her for more money than I'll speak of.
Shal. 7 We have linger'd about a match between Anne Page and my cousin Slender, and this day we shall have our answer.
Slen. I hope, I have your good will, father Page.
Page. You have, Mr. Slender; I stand wholly for you: but my wife, master Doctor, is for
for you altogether.
Caius. Ay, by gar; and de maid is love-a me; my nursh-a Quickly tell me so mulh.
7. We have linger'd-] They have not linger'd very long. The match was proposed by Sir Hugh but the day before.