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fhould fight, you go against the hair of your profeffions: Is it not true, mafter Page?

Page. Mafter Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, tho' now a man of peace.

Shal. Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho' I now be old, and of peace, if I fee a fword out, my finger itches to make one; tho' we are juftices, and doctors, and church-men, Mr. Page, we have fome falt of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, Mr. Page. Page. 'Tis true, Mr. Shallow.

Shal. It will be found fo, Mr. Page. Mr. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home; I am fworn of the peace; you have fhew'd yourself a wife phyfician, and Sir Hugh hath fhown himself a wife and patient church-man : you must go with me, Mr. 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, fcurvy-jack-dog-prieft; by gar, me vill cut his ears.

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 fhall clapper-declaw me; for by gar, me vill have it.

Hoft. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Me tank you for dat.

Hoft. And moreover, bully: but firft, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he?

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

Shal.

Shal. We will do it.

All. Adieu, good Mr. Doctor.

[Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender. Caius, By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak 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 aim, faid

I well?

*

Caius. By gar, me tank you vor dat: by gar, I love you; and I fhall procure 'a you de good gueft; 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, near Windfor.

Enter Evans and Simple.

EVANS.

I Pray you now, good mafter Slender's fervingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for mafter Caius, that calls. himself Doctor of Phyfic?

Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward, every way, old Windfor way, and every way but the

town way.

* Cry aim, faid I well?] i. e. Consent to it, approve of it.

Ευα.

Eva. I moft fehemently defire you, you will also look that way.

Simp. I will, Sir.

Eva. 'Plefs my foul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind! I fhall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Plefs my foul!

[Sings, being afraid.

By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls
Melodious birds fing madrigalls;
There will we make our peds of rofes ;
And a thousand vragrant pofies.

By fhallow-Mercy on me! I have a great difpofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls—When as I fat in Pabilon; and a thousand vragrant pofies. --By fhallow, &c.

Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. Eva. He's welcome. By fhallow rivers, to whofe falls

Heav'n profper the right! what weapons is he? Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my mafter. Mr. Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the ftile, this way.

in

Eva. Pray you, give me my gown, or else keep it your arms.

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Enter Page, Shallow and Slender.

Shal [OW now, mafter Parfon? good morrow, good

SirHugh. 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 Sir Hugh.

Eva. 'Plefs you for his mercy-fake, all of you.

Shal.

Shal. What? the fword and the word? do you study them both, Mr. Parson ?

Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hofe, this raw-rheumatic day?

Eva. There is reafons and causes for it.

Page. We are come to you, to do a good office, Mr. Parfon.

Eva, Ferry well what is it?

Page. Yonder is a moft reverend gentleman, who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by fome person, 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 refpect.

Eva. What is he?

Page. I think, you know him; Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French phyfician.

Eva. Got's will, and his paffion of my heart! I had as lief you fhould tell me of a mefs of porridge. Page. Why?

Eva. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen; and he is a knave befides; a cowardly knave as you would defire to be acquainted withal.

Page. I warrant you, he's the man fhould fight

with him.

Slen. O, fweet Anne Page!

SCENE

III.

Enter Hoft, Caius and Rugby.

Shal. IT appears fo, by his weapons: keep them

afunder: here comes Doctor Caius.

Page. Nay, good Mr. Parfon, keep in your wea

pon.

Shal. So do you, good Mr. Doctor.

Hoft. Difarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.

Caius. I pray you, let-a me fpeak a word with your ear: wherefore 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-stocks to other men's humours: I defire you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends; I will knog your urinal about your knave's cogs-comb for milling your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable! Jack Rugby, mine Hoft de Jartere, have I not ftay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eva. As I am a chriftian's foul, now look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine Hoft of the Garter.

Hoft. Peace, I fay, Gallia 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 politic? am I fubtle ? am I a Machiavel? shall I lose my Doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lofe my Parfon ? my Prieft? my Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the no verbs. Give me thy hand, terreftial; fo: Give me thy hand, celeftial; 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 burn'd fack be the iffue. Come, lay their fwords to pawn. Follow me, lads of peace, follow, follow, follow.

Shal. Truft me, a mad hoft. Follow, Gentlemen, follow.

Slen. O, fweet Anne Page ?.

[Exeunt Shal. Slend. 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.

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