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Pist. Hope is a curtail1 dog in some affairs:
Sir John affects thy wife.

Ford. Why, sir, my wife is not young.
Pist. He woos both high and low, both rich and
poor,

;

Both young and old, one with another, Ford
He loves thy gally-mawfry;2 Ford, perpend."
Ford. Love my wife?

Pist. With liver burning hot : prevent, or go thou,
Like sir Actæon he, with Ring-wood at thy heels:
O, odious is the name !

Ford. What name, sir?

Pist. The horn, I say: farewell.

53 in his intent towards our wives, are a yoke of his discarded men; very rogues, now they be out of service.

Ford. Were they his men?

Page. Marry, were they.

Ford. I like it never the better for that.-Does he lie at the Garter?

this voyage towards my wife, I would turn her Page. Ay, marry, does he. If he should intend loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head.

Ford. I do not misdoubt my wife; but I would be loth to turn them together: A man may be too

Take heed, ere summer comes, or cuckoo-birds do confident: I would have nothing lie on my head: I

sing.

Away, sir corporal Nym.—

Believe it, Page; he speaks sense.

cannot be thus satisfied.

Ford. I will be patient; I will find out this. [Exit Pistol. Nym. And this is true. [To Page.] I like not the humour of lying. He hath wrong'd me in some humours; I should have borne the humoured letter to her: but I have a sword, and it shall bite upon my necessity. He loves your wife; there's the short and the long. My name is corporal Nym; man: cavalero-justice, I say.

Page. Look, where my ranting host of the Garter comes: there is either liquor in his pate, or How now, mine host? money in his purse, when he looks so merrily.

I speak, and I avouch. 'Tis true :-my name is

Enter Host and Shallow.

Host. How now, bully-rook? thou'rt a gentle

Nym, and Falstaff loves your wife.-Adieu! I love and twenty, good master Page! Master Page, will Shal. I follow, mine host, I follow.-Good even not the humour of bread and cheese; and there's you go with us? we have sport in hand. the humour of it. Adieu.

[Exit Nym.

Host. Tell him, cavalero-justice; tell him, bully

Page. The humour of il, quoth 'a! here's a fel-rook. low frights humour out of his wits.

Ford. I will seek out Falstaff.

Page. I never heard such a drawling, affecting doctor.

rogue.

Ford. If I do find it, well.

Page. I will not believe such a Cataian, though the priest o' the town commended him for a true

man.

Ford. 'Twas a good sensible fellow: Well.
Page. How now, Meg?

Mrs. Page. Whither go you, George?-Hark

you.

Shal. Sir, there is a fray to be fought, between sir Hugh the Welsh priest, and Caius the French Ford. Good mine host o' the Garter, a word with you.

Host. What say'st thou, bully-rook?

Shal. Will you [to Page] go with us to behold [They go aside. it? my merry host hath had the measuring of their contrary places: for, believe me, weapons; and, I think, he hath appointed them hear, the par

son is no jester. Hark, I will tell you what our

Host. Hast thou no suit against my knight, my

Mrs. Ford. How now, sweet Frank? why art sport shall be.
thou melancholy?
Ford. melancholy! I am not melancholy.-guest-cavalier?
Get you home, go.

Mrs. Ford. 'Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.-Will you go, mistress Page?

Mrs. Page. Have with you.-You'll come to dinner, George?-Look, who comes yonder: she shall be our messenger to this paltry knight.

[Aside to Mrs. Ford.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Mrs. Ford. Trust me, I thought on her: she'll fit it.

Mrs. Page. You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Quick. Ay, forsooth; and, I pray, how does good mistress Anne?

Mrs. Page. Go in with us, and see; we have an hour's talk with you.

[Exe. Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Mrs. Quick. Page. How now, master Ford? Ford. You heard what this knave told me; did you not?

Page. Yes; and you heard what the other told me?

Ford. Do you think there is truth in them? Page. Hang 'em, slaves! I do not think the knight would offer it: but these that accuse him

(1) A dog that misses his game. (2) A medley.
(3) Consider.
(4) A lying sharper.

of burnt sack to give me recourse to him, and tell Ford. None, I protest: but I'll give you a pottle him, my name is Brook; only for a jest.

and regress; said I well? and thy name shall be Host. My hand, bully: thou shalt have egress Brook: It is a merry knight.-Will you go on, hearts?

Shal. Have with you, mine host.

Page. I have heard, the Frenchman hath good skill in his rapier.

Shal. Tut, sir, I could have told you more: In stoccadoes, and I know not what: 'tis the heart, these times you stand on distance, your passes, time, with my long sword, I would have made you master Page; 'tis here, 'tis here. I have seen the four talls fellows skip like rats.

Host. Here, boys, here, here! shall we wag? scold than fight. Page. Have with you :-I had rather hear them

[Exeunt Host, Shallow, and Page. Ford. Though Page be a secure fool, and stands my opinion so easily: She was in his company at so firmly on his wife's frailty, yet I cannot put off Page's house; and, what they made there, I know disguise to sound Falstaff: If I find her honest, I not. Well, I will look further into't: and I have a lose not my labour; if she be otherwise, 'tis labour well bestowed.

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SCENE II-A room in the Garter Inn.
Falstaff and Pistol.

Fal. I will not lend thee a penny.
Pist. Why, then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.-
I will retort the sum in equipage.'

Enter it; you have brought her into such a canaries, as 'tis wonderful. The best courtier of them all, when the court lay at Windsor, could never have brought her to such a canary. Yet there has been knights, and lords, and gentlemen, with their coaches; warrant you, coach after coach, letter after letter, gift after gift; smelling so sweetly (all musk,) and

Fal. Not a penny. I have been content, sir, you so rushling, I warrant you, in silk and gold; and should lay my countenance to pawn: I have grat-in such alligant terms; and in such wine and sugar ed upon my good friends for three reprieves for you of the best, and the fairest, that would have won and your coach-fellow Nym; or else you had any woman's heart; and, I warrant you, they could looked through the grate like a geminy of baboons. never get an eye-wink of her.-I had myself twenty I am damned in hell, for swearing to gentlemen my angels given me this morning: but I defy all angels friends, you were good soldiers, and tall fellows: (in any such sort, as they say,) but in the way of and when mistress Bridget lost the handle of her honesty:-and, I warrant you, they could never get fan, I took't upon my honour, thou hadst it not. Pist. Didst thou not share? hadst thou not fifteen pence?

them all: and yet there has been earls, nay, which her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of is more, pensioners; but, I warrant you, all is one with her.

Fal. Reason, you rogue, reason: Think'st thou, I'll endanger my soul gratis? At a word, hang no Fal. But what says she to me? be brief, my good more about me, I am no gibbet for you :-go.-Ashe Mercury. short knife and a throng :-to your manor of Pickt- Quick. Marry, she hath received your letter, hatch, go.-You'll not bear a letter for me, you for the which she thanks you a thousand times; rogue! you stand upon your honour!-Why, thou and she gives you to notify, that her husband will unconfinable baseness, it is as much as I can do, to be absence from his house between ten and eleven keep the terms of my honour precise. I, I, I my- Fal. Ten and eleven?

self sometimes, leaving the fear of heaven on the Quick. Ay, forsooth; and then you may come left hand, and hiding mine honour in my necessity, and see the picture, she says, that you wot of;am fain to shuffle, to hedge, and to lurch; and yet master Ford, her husband, will be from home. you, rogue, will ensconces your rags, your cat-a-Alas! the sweet woman leads an ill life with him; mountain looks, your red-lattice phrases, and your he's a very jealousy man; she leads a very frambold-beating oaths, under the shelter of your ho- pold life with him, good heart. nour! You will not do it, you?

Fal. Ten and eleven? Woman, commend me to

Pist. I do relent; What would'st thou more of her; I will not fail her. man?

Enter Robin.

Quick. Why, you say well: But I have another messenger to your worship: Mistress Page hath her hearty commendations to you too ;-and let me tell you in your ear, she's as fartuous a civil modest

Rob. Sir, here's a woman would speak with you. wife, and one (I tell you) that will not miss your Fal. Let her approach.

Enter Mistress Quickly.

Quick. Give your worship good-morrow.
Fal. Good-morrow, good wife.

Quick. Not so, an't please your worship.
Fal. Good maid, then?

Quick. I'll be sworn; as my mother was, the

first hour I was born.

Fal. I do believe the swearer: What with me? Quick. Shall I vouchsafe your worship a word or two?

morning nor evening prayer, as any is in Windsor, whoe'er be the other: and she bade me tell your worship, that her husband is seldom from home; but, she hopes, there will come a time. I never knew a woman so dote upon a man: surely, I think you have charms, la; yes, in truth.

Fal. Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I have no other charms. Quick. Blessing on your heart for't!

Fal. But, I pray thee, tell me this; has Ford's wife, and Page's wife, acquainted each other how

Fal. Two thousand, fair woman; and I'll vouch-they love me safe thee the hearing.

Quick. That were a jest, indeed!--they have not Quick. There is one mistress Ford, sir;-I prav, so little grace, I hope :-that were a trick, indeed! come a little nearer this ways:-I myself dwell with master doctor Caius.

Fal. Well, on: Mistress Ford, you say,Quick. Your worship says very true: I pray your worship, come a little nearer this ways.

Fal. I warrant thee, nobody hears;-mine own people, mine own people.

Quick. Are they so? Heaven bless them, and make them his servants!

Fal. Well: mistress Ford ;-what of her? Quick. Why, sir, she's a good creature. Lord, lord! your worship's a wanton; Well, heaven forgive you, and all of us, I pray!

But mistress Page would desire you to send her your little page, of all loves; her husband has a marvellous infection to the little page: and, truly, master Page is an honest man." Never a wife in Windsor leads a better life than she does; do what she will, say what she will, take all, pay all, go to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will; and truly she deserves it: for if there be a kind woman in Windsor, she is one. You must send her your page; no remedy.

Fal. Why, I will.

Quick. Nay, but do so then: and, look you, he may come and go between you both; and, in any case have a nay-word," that you may know one Quick. Marry, this is the short and the long of another's mind, and the boy never need to under

Fal. Mistress Ford-come, mistress Ford.

(1) Pay you again in stolen goods.

(2) Draws along with you.

(3) To cut purses in a crowd.

(6) Ale-house.

(7) A mistake of Mrs. Quickly's for quandary. (8) Know. (9) Fretful, peevish.

(4) Pickt-hatch was in Clerkenwell. (5) Protect. (16) By all means. (11) A watch-word.

stand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickedness; old folks, you know, have discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Fal. Very well, sir; proceed. Ford. There is a gentlewoman in this town, her husband's name is Ford.

Fal. Well, sir.

Fal. Fare thee well: commend me to them Ford. I have long loved her, and, I protest to both: there's my purse: I am yet thy debtor.Boy, go along with this woman.-This news dis- you, bestowed much on her; followed her with a tracts me! [Exeunt Quickly and Robin. doting observance; engrossed opportunities to meet her; fee'd every slight occasion, that could Pist. This punk is one of Cupid's carriers :Clap on more sails; pursue, up with your fights; but niggardly give me sight of her not only Give fire; she is my prize, or ocean whelm them bought many presents to give her, but have given all! [Exit Pistol. largely to many, to know what she would have Fal. Say'st thou so, old Jack? go thy ways; given: briefly, I have pursued her, as love hath I'll make more of thy old body than I have done. pursued me; which hath been, on the wing of all Will they yet look after thee? Wilt thou, after occasions. But whatsover I have merited, either the expense of so much money, be now a gainer? in my mind, or in my means, meed,' I am sure, I Good body, I thank thee: Let them say, 'tis grossly have received none; unless experience be a jewel: that I have purchased at an infinite rate; and that done; so it be fairly done, no matter. nath taught me to say this:

Enter Bardolph.

Bard. Sir John, there's one master Brook below would fain speak with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack.

Fal. Brook, is his name?
Bard. Ay, sir.

Fal. Call him in; [Exit Bardolph.] Such,
Brooks are welcome to me, that o'erflow such
liquor. Ah! ha! mistress Ford and mistress
Page, have I encompassed you? go to; via!1

Re-enter Bardolph, with Ford disguised. Ford. Bless you, sir.

Fal. And you, sir; Would you speak with me? Ford. I make bold, to press with so little preparation upon you.

Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pur

sues;

Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. Fal. Have you received no promise of satisfac tion at her hands?

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Fal. Of what quality was your love then?

Ford. Like a fair house, built upon another man's ground; so that I have lost my edifice, by mistaking the place where I erected it.

Fal. To what purpose have you unfolded this to me?

Ford. When I have told you that, I have told you all. Some say, that, though she appear honest to me, yet, in other places, she enlargeth her Fal. You're welcome; What's your will? Give mirth so far, that there is shrewd construction us leave, drawer. [Exit Bardolph. made of her. Now, sir John, here is the heart of Ford. Sir, I am a gentleman that have spent my purpose: You are a gentleman of excellent much; my name is Brook.

Fal. Good master Brook, I desire more acquaintance of you.

Ford. Good sir John, I sue for yours: not to charge you; for I must let you understand, I think myself in better plight for a lender than you are: the which hath something enboldened me to this unseasoned intrusion; for they say, if money go before, all ways do lie open.

Fal. Money is a good soldier, sir, and will on. Ford. Troth, and I have a bag of money here troubles me; if you will help me to bear it, sir John, take all, or half, for easing me of the carriage.

Fal. Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.

Ford. I will tell you, sir, if you will give me the hearing.

Fal. Speak, good master Brook: I shall be glad to be your servant.

breeding, admirable discourse, of great admittance, authentic in your place and person, generally allowed for your many warlike, court-like, and learned preparations.

Fal. O, sir!

Ford. Believe it, for you know it:-There is money; spend it, spend it; spend more; spend all I have; only give me so much of your time in exchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Ford's wife: use your art of wooing, win her to consent to you; if any man may, you may as soon as any.

Fal. Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection, that I should win what you would enjoy? Methinks, you prescribe to yourself very preposterously.

Ford. 0, understand my drift! she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honour, that the folly of my soul dares not present itself; she is too bright to be looked against. Now, could I come Ford. Sir, I hear you are a scholar,-I will be to her with any detection in my hand, my desires brief with you; and you have been a man had instance and argument to commend themselves; long known to me, though I had never so good I could drive her then from the ward of her purity, means, as desire, to make myself acquainted with her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand you. I shall discover a thing to you, wherein other her defences, which now are too strongly must very much lay open mine own imperfection: embattled against me; What say you to't, sír but, good sir John, as you have one eye upon my John? follies, as you hear them unfolded, turn another Fal. Master Brook, I will first make bold with into the register of your own; that I may pass with your money; next, give me your hand; and last, a reproof the easier, sith you yourself know, how as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enjoy easy it is to be such an offender.

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Ford's wife.

(4) In the greatest companies. (5) Approved. (6) Guard.

Ford. O good sir!

Fal. Master Brook, I say you shall.
Ford. Want no money, sír John, you shall want

none.

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he be come.

Rug. He is wise, sir: he knew your worship Fal. Want no mistress Ford, master Brook, you shall want none. I shall be with her (I may tell would kill him, if he came. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill you,) by her own appointment; even as you came in to me, her assistant, or go-between, parted from kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you me: I say, I shall be with her between ten and how I vill kill him. eleven; for at that time the jealous rascally knave, her husband, will be forth. Come you to me at night; you shall know how I speed.

Ford. I am blest in your acquaintance. Do you know Ford, sir?

Fal. Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave! I know him not-yet I wrong him, to call him poor; they say, the jealous wittolly knave hath masses of money; for the which his wife seems to me wellfavoured. I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home.

Ford. I would you knew Ford, sir; that you might avoid him, if you saw him.

Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
Calus. Villain-a, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Host. 'Bless thee, bully doctor.

Shal. 'Save you, master doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good master doctor!
Slen. Give you good-morrow, sir.

Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?

Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see Fal. Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue! I thee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; will stare him out of his wits; I will awe him with to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, my cudzel: it shall hang like a meteor o'er the thy distance, thy montánt. Is he dead, my Ethicuckold's horns: master Brook, thou shalt know, opian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! I will predominate o'er the peasant, and thou shalt What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha? is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Ilie with his wife.-Come to me soon at night :Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of Ford's a knave, and I will aggravate his stile;' thou master Brook, shalt know him for a knave de world: he is not show his face. Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal! Hecand cuckold:-come to me soon at night. [Erit.

Ford. What a damned Epicurean rascal is this! tor of Greece, my boy!

-My heart is ready to crack with impatience

Caius. I pray you, bear witness that me have

Who says, this is improvident jealousy? My wife stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is is no come. made. Would any man have thought this ?-See

Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you be abused, my coffers ransacked, my reputation should fight, you go against the hair of your prognawn at; and I shall not only receive this villa-fessions: is it not true, master Page?

Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been nous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abomia great fighter, though now a man of peace. nable terms, and by him that does me this wrong. Shal. Bodykins, master Page, though I now be Terms! names!-Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are devil's old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold! wit-finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, master Page, we tola cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons his wife, he will not be jealous: 'I will rather of women, master Page. Page. 'Tis true, master Shallow. trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Shal. It will be found so, master Page. Master Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavita bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace; you have showed yourself a gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises: and what wise physician, and sir Hugh hath shown himself they think in their hearts they may effect, they a wise and patient churchman: you must go with will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven me, master doctor. Host. Pardon, guest justice :-A word, monsieur be praised for my jealousy!-Eleven o'clock the Muck-water?" hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be reven red on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold! [Exit.

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Caius. Muck-vater! vat is dat ?

Host. Muck-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

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

Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius. Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
Host. 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.

Host. And I will provoke him to'l, or let him

Rug. 'Tis past the hour, sir, that sir Hugh pro-wag. mised to meet.

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Caius. Me tank you for dat.

Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, master

(6) Cant term for Spaniard.
(7) Drain of a dunghill.

guest, and master Page, and eke cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.

[Aside to them.

Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Host. He is there: see what humour he is in ; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields: will it do well?

Shal. We will do it.

Page, Shal. and Slen. Adieu, good master 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.

Host. Let him die: but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mrs. Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her: Cry'd game, said I well?

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!
Page. Save you, good sir Hugh!

Eva. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Shal. What! the sword and the world! do you study them both, master parson?

Page. And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw rheumatic day?

Eva. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you, to do a good office,
Imaster parson.

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

Eva. Fery well: what is it?

Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who belike, having received wrong by some person, is

Host. For the which, I will be thy adversary to-at most odds with his own gravity and patience, wards Anne Page; said I well?

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Shal. I have lived 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?

Page. I think you know him; master doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.

Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of por

SCENE I.—A field near Frogmore. Enter Sir ridge.
Hugh Evans and Simple.

Eva. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic?

Sim. Marry, sir, the city-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but, the town way.

Eva. I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.

Sim. I will, sir.

Eva. 'Pless my soul! how full of cholers I am,
and trempling of mind!-I shall be glad, if he have
deceived me:-how melancholies I am!-I will
knog his urinals about his knave's costard,' when I
have good opportunities for the 'ork:-'pless my
soul!
[Sings.

To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.

To shallow

Page. Why?

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 Anne Page!

Shal. It appears so, by his weapons:-Keep them asunder;-here comes doctor Caius.

Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.

Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.

Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Host. Disarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word vit your ear: Verefore will you not meet-a me?

Eva. Pray you, use your patience: In good time. Caius. By gar, you arc de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.

Eva. Pray you, let us not be laughing-stogs to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship,

Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry. and I will one way or other make you amends:

Melodious birds sing madrigals ;—

When as I sat in Pabylon,2

And a thousand fragrant posies.

To shallow

I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb, for missing your meetings and appointments.

Caius. Diable !-Jack Rugby,-mine Host de Jarterre, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have

Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, sir Hugh. I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eva. He's welcome:

To shallow rivers, to whose falls-
Heaven prosper the right!-What weapons is he?

Sim. No weapons, sir: There comes my master, master Shallow, and another gentleman from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.

(1) Head.

Eva. As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.

and Welsh; soul-curer and body-curer.
Host. Peace, I say, Guallia and Gaul, French

Caius. Ay, dat is very good! excellent!
Host. Peace, I say; hear mine host of the Gar-
ter. Am I politic? am I subtle? am I a Machia-

(2) Babylon, the first line of the 137th Psalm.

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