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Hoft. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Ann Page: faid I well ?
Caius. By gar; ’ris good; vell said.
Enter Evans, and Simple,
and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look’d for Malter Caius, "that calls hiinfelf Doctor
Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward, every way, old Wint;or: way, and every way, but the town way.
2 Ev. I most fehemently defire you, you will also look that way..
63 Simp. I will, Sir...
Eva. 'Pless my soul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind ! I Thall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will koog his urinals about his knave's coftard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Ple's my foul!
[Sings, being afraid By Thailow rivers, to whose falls (18)? 11
Melodious birds fing madrigalls ;) '1 (18) By sballow rivers,] The ftanza, which Sir Hugb repeats here, is part of a sweet little funnet of our Autsor's, and printed among his poems, cailed, The Pcljinaie Sieberd to his Love. MILTON was so enamour'd with this poem, and the Nympu's Reply to it, that he has 'borrow'd the clole of his L'Allegory, and ! Perferoja from tiem I don't know, whether it has been generally obferv. d, but it is willi wonderful humour, in his linging, thar Sir Hugh iniera mixes with his madrigal the first line of the 137th longing ffalm.
14. There will we make our peds of roles ; 1
And a thousand fragrant polies. I tu? Hy shallow'Mercy on 'me, I have a great dispofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls. When as I fat in Pabilon ; and a thousand vagrant polieste By sballow, &c. Simp. Yender he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Eva. - He's welcome. By shallow rivers, to wbost fells Heav'n profper the right; what weapons is he?
Simp. No weapons, sir; there comes my-master, Mr. Shallow, and another Gentleman from Frog more, over the file, this way.
Eva. Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms,
150 Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender. Shal. How now, master Parson : good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamefter from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
Slen. Ah, sweet Ann Page!
Shal. What the sword and the word i do you study them both, Mr. Parson in
Page. And youthful ftill, in your doublet and hose, this raw-rheumatick day... Evå. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good ofice, Mr, Parfon.
Eva. Ferry well : what is it suit win
Page. Yonder is a moft reverend Gentleman, who, belike, having receiv'd wrong by some person, is ar moft odds with his own gravity and patience, that ever 1. Shal. I have liv'd fourscore years, and upward ; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, ro' wide of his own' respect.
Eva. What is he'si ini ial
* Page. I think, you know him ; 'Mr. Doctor Caisasa the renowned French physician.
Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart ! I had as lief you should tell me of a mess 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 should fight with him. Slen. O, sweet Ann Page !
Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby.. Shal. It appears. So, by his weapons : keep them afünder; here comes Doctor Caius. Pagr. Nay, good Mt. Parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. 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 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 mens humours: I deftre you in friendship, and will one way or other make you amends; I will knog your urinal about yoer.knaves cogs.com.b, for milling your meetings and appointments. y song 2018
Caius, Diable Jack Rugby, mine Holt de sfarteerps have I not stay for him,' to kill chim have bnot, var dera place I did appoint? me 1T1 31,F1. ben Idol
Eva. As I am a christian's ful, now lookt you this.eu is the place appointed; Pll be judgment by mine Host of the Garter,
painters 9d 100% Hoft. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, foul-curer and body-curer.
Caius. Ay, dat is very good, excellent. lis!?
Hof Peace, I fay, hear mine Host of the Gartera Am I politic ? am í subtle ? am I a Machiavel? shall
I lose my Do&or i no; he gives me the potions and the motions.
Shall I lose my Parson; my Priet my ir Hugb2.no;, he gives me the proverbs and the noverbs. Give me thy, hand, terreftrial; fo: Give me thy hand, celeftial : lo, 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 issue., Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me lad of peace, follow, follow, follow
Sbal. Trust me, a mad hoft. Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. O liveet Anu Page!
[Exz. Shal. Slen. Page and Hoft. Caius. Ha ! do I perceive dat? have you make a-defot of us, ba, halere, in den
211r il Eva. This is well, he has made us his ploysinga hogo I desire you, that we may be friends, and let us kaog our prains together to be a revenge
on this fame tcald. scurvy.cogging companion, the Host of the Garter.
Caius. By gar, with all my heart, he promise to bring me where is Ann Page by gar, he deceive me too,
E 160valu, f ny yer4 . Eva. Well, I will smite his noddles; pray yoy, follow.
(Extunt. 99441 SCENE, the Street, in Windsor.
Enter Misrefs Page, and Robin. Mrs. Page NAY, keep yoap way, little gallant ;
you were wont to be a follower; -but": How you are a leader. Whether had you raiher lead mine eyes, dr eyel your master's heels a
Rob. I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man, i than follow him like a dwarfois ?
Mr9. Page. O, you are a flattering boy, now you'll be a courtier. ,1,111,99 Anzion Enter Ford.
W?. Vors Ford. Well met, mistress Page; whither go you? Mss, Page, Truly, Sir, to see your wife is the at mi slasnica solim vitilog
Ford. Ay, and as idle as the may hang together, for want of company; I think if your bulb.unds were dead, you two would ma ty.'
Mrs. Pagr. 'Be fure of that, two other husbands.
Mrs. Poge. I cannot teil what the dickens his name is my husband had him cf: what do you call your Knight's name, firrah?
Rob. Sir John Farftoff.
Mrs. Page. He, he; I can never hit on's name ; there is fuch a league between my good man and he. Is yoor wife at home, indeed ?
Ford. Indeed, the is, . ; Mrs. Page. By your leave, Sir"; Fam fick, 'till I fee her.
[Exeunt Mrs. Page and Robin. Ford. Has Page any brains? hath he any eyes ? hath be any thinking fore, they Peep; he hath no use of them. Why, this boy will carry a letter twenty mile, as easy as a cannon will hoot point-blank twelve-score; he pieces oat his wife's inclination ; he gives her folly motions and advantage; and now he's going to my wife, and Falstof's boy with her. A man may..
i hear this shower fing in the wind : and Folftaf's boy with her! good plocs ; they are laid, and our revolted wives Mare damnation together. Well, I will take him, then torture my wife ; pluck the borrowed vail of modefty from the to freming mistress Page, divulge Page hiinself for a secure and wilfu! Acteon, and to these volent proceedings all ihy neighbours thall cry aim. The clock gives me my cue, and my assurance bids me search; there I shall find Falstoff: I thall be rather praised for this, than mocked; fo iu is as positive as the earth is firm, that Falstaff is there :- I will go.. To him, Enter Page, Skallow, Slender, Hoft, Evans,
Fcrd. Trust me, a good knot ; I have good cheer at home, and, I pay you, all go with me.