Mr. VVilliam Shakespeares comedies, histories, & tragedies Published according to the true originall copies.

Actus Secundus.

Scoena Prima.

Enter Mistris Page, Mistris Ford, Master Page, Master Ford, Pistoll, Nim, Quickly, Host, Shallow.

Mist. Page.

What, haue scap'd Loue-letters in the holly-day-time of my beauty, and am I now a subiect for them? let me see?

Aske me no reason why I loue you, for though Loue vse Rea∣son for his precisian, hee admits him not for his Counsailour: you are not yong, no more am I: goe to then, there's simpathie: you are merry, so am I: ha, ha, then there's more simpathie: you loue sacke, and so do I: would you desire better simpathie? Let it suffice thee (Mistris Page) at the least if the Loue of Souldier can suffice, that I loue thee: I will not say pitty mee, 'tis not a Souldier-like phrase; but I say, loue me:

By me, thine owne true Knight, by day or night: Or any kinde of light, with all his might, For thee to fight.

Iohn Falstaffe.

What a Herod of Iurie is this? O wicked, wicked world: One that is well-nye worne to peeces with age To show himselfe a yong Gallant? What an vnwaied Behauiour hath this Flemish drunkard pickt (with The Deuills name) out of my conuersation, that he dares In this manner assay me? why, hee hath not beene thrice In my Company: what should I say to him? I was then Frugall of my mirth: (heauen forgiue mee:) why Ile

Exhibit a Bill in the Parliament for the putting downe of men: how shall I be reueng'd on him? for reueng'd I will be? as sure as his guts are made of puddings.

Mis Ford.

Mistris Page, trust me, I was going to your house.

Mis Page.

And trust me, I was comming to you: you looke very ill.

Mis. Ford.

Nay, Ile nere beleeee that; I haue to shew to the contrary.

Mis. Page.

'Faith but you doe in my minde.

Mis. Ford.

Well: I doe then: yet I say, I could shew you to the contrary: O Mistris Page, giue mee some counsaile.

Mis. Page.

What's the matter, woman?

Mi. Ford.

O woman: if it were not for one trifling re∣spect, I could come to such honour.

Mi. Page.

Hang the trifle (woman) take the honour: what is it? dispence with trifles: what is it?

Mi. Ford.

If I would but goe to hell, for an eternall moment, or so: I could be knighted.

Mi. Page.

What thou liest? Sir Alice Ford? these Knights will hacke, and so thou shouldst not alter the ar∣ticle of thy Gentry.

Mi. Ford.

Wee burne day-light: heere, read, read: perceiue how I might bee knighted, I shall thinke the worse of fat men, as long as I haue an eye to make diffe∣rence of mens liking: and yet hee would not sweare:

praise womens modesty: and gaue such orderly and wel-behaued reproofe to al vncomelinesse, that I would haue sworne his disposition would haue gone to the truth of his words: but they doe no more adhere and keep place together, then the hundred Psalms to the tune of Green-sleeues: What tempest (I troa) threw this Whale, (with so many Tuns of oyle in his belly) a'shoare at Windsor? How shall I bee reuenged on him? I thinke the best way were, to entertaine him with hope, till the wicked fire of lust haue melted him in his owne greace: Did you e∣uer heare the like?

Mis. Page.

Letter for letter; but that the name of Page and Ford differs: to thy great comfort in this my∣stery of ill opinions, heere's the twyn-brother of thy Let∣ter: but let thine inherit first, for I protest mine neuer shall: I warrant he hath a thousand of these Letters, writ with blancke-space for different names (sure more): and these are of the second edition: hee will print them out of doubt: for he cares not what hee puts into the presse, when he would put vs two: I had rather be a Giantesse, and lye vnder Mount Pelion: Well; I will find you twen∣tie lasciuious Turtles ere one chaste man.

Mis. Ford.

Why this is the very same: the very hand: the very words: what doth he thinke of vs?

Mis. Page.

Nay I know not: it makes me almost rea∣die to wrangle with mine owne honesty: Ile entertaine my selfe like one that I am not acquainted withall: for sure vnlesse hee know some straine in mee, that I know not my selfe, hee would neuer haue boorded me in this furie.

Mi. Ford.

Boording, call you it? Ile bee sure to keepe him aboue decke.

Mi. Page.

So will I: if hee come vnder my hatches, Ile neuer to Sea againe: Let's bee reueng'd on him: let's appoint him a meeting: giue him a show of comfort in his Suit, and lead him on with a fine baited delay, till hee hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter.

Mi. Ford.

Nay, I wil consent to act any villany against him, that may not sully the charinesse of our honesty: oh that my husband saw this Letter: it would giue eternall food to his iealousie.

Mis. Page.

Why look where he comes; and my good man too: hee's as farre from iealousie, as I am from gi∣uing him cause, and that (I hope) is an vnmeasurable di∣stance.

Mis. Ford.

You are the happier woman.

Mis. Page.

Let's consult together against this greasie Knight: Come hither.

Ford.

Well: I hope, it be not so.

Pist.

Hope is a curtall-dog in some affaires: Sir Iohn affects thy wife.

Ford.

Why sir, my wife is not young.

Pist.

He wooes both high and low, both rich & poor, both yong and old, one with another (Ford) he loues the Gally-mawfry (Ford) perpend.

Ford.

Loue my wife?

Pist.

With liuer, burning hot: preuent: Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he, with Ring-wood at thy heeles: O, odious is the name.

Ford.

What name Sir?

Pist.

The horne I say: Farewell: Take heed, haue open eye, for theeues doe foot by night. Take heed, ere sommer comes, or Cuckoo-birds do sing. Away sir Corporall Nim: Beleeue it (Page) he speakes sence.

Ford.

I will be patient: I will find out this.

Nim.

And this is true: I like not the humor of lying: hee hath wronged mee in some humors: I should haue borne the humour'd Letter to her: but I haue a sword: and it shall bite vpon my necessitie: he loues your wife; There's the short and the long: My name is Corporall Nim: I speak, and I auouch; 'tis true: my name is Nim: and Falstaffe loues your wife: adieu, I loue not the hu∣mour of bread and cheese: adieu.

Page.

The humour of it (quoth'a?) heere's a fellow frights English out of his wits.

Ford.

I will seeke out Falstaffe.

Page.

I neuer heard such a drawling-affecting rogue.

Ford.

If I doe finde it: well.

Page.

I will not beleeue such a Cataian, though the Priest o' th' Towne commended him for a true man.

Ford.

'Twas a good sensible fellow: well.

Page.

How now Meg?

Mist. Page.

Whether goe you (George?) harke you.

Mis. Ford.

How now (sweet Frank) why art thou me∣lancholy?

Ford.

I melancholy? I am not melancholy: Get you home: goe.

Mis. Ford.

Faith, thou hast some crochets in thy head, Now: will you goe, Mistris Page?

Mis. Page.

Haue with you: you'll come to dinner George? Looke who comes yonder: shee shall bee our Messenger to this paltrie Knight.

Mis. Ford.

Trust me, I thought on her: shee'll fit it.

Mis. Page.

You are come to see my daughter Anne?

Qui.

I forsooth: and I pray how do's good Mistresse Anne?

Mis. Page.

Go in with vs and see: we haue an houres talke with you.

Page.

How now Master Ford?

For.

You heard what this knaue told me, did you not?

Page.

Yes, and you heard what the other told me?

Ford.

Doe you thinke there is truth in them?

Pag.

Hang 'em slaues: I doe not thinke the Knight would offer it: But these that accuse him in his intent towards our wiues, are a yoake of his discarded men: ve∣ry rogues, now they be out of seruice.

Ford.

Were they his men?

Page.

Marry were they.

Ford.

I like it neuer the beter for that, Do's he lye at the Garter?

Page.

I marry do's he: if hee should intend this voy∣age toward my wife, I would turne her loose to him; and what hee gets more of her, then sharpe words, let it lye on my head.

Ford.

I doe not misdoubt my wife: but I would bee loath to turne them together: a man may be too confi∣dent: I would haue nothing lye on my head: I cannot be thus satisfied.

Page.

Looke where my ranting-Host of the Garter comes: there is eyther liquor in his pate, or mony in his purse, when hee lookes so merrily: How now mine Host?

Host.

How now Bully-Rooke: thou'rt a Gentleman Caueleiro Iustice, I say.

Shal.

I follow, (mine Host) I follow: Good-euen, and twe••ty (good Master Page.) Master Page, wil you go with vs? we haue sport in hand.

Host.

Tell him Caueleiro-Iustice: tell him Bully-Rooke.

Shall.

Sir, there is a fray to be fought, betweene Sir Hugh the Welch Priest, and Caius the French Doctor.

Ford.

Good mine Host o' th' Garter: a word with you.

Host.

What saist thou, my Bully-Rooke?

Shal.

Will you goe with vs to behold it? My merry Host hath had the measuring of their weapons; and (I thinke) hath appointed them contrary places: for (be∣leeue mee) I heare the Parson is no Iester: harke, I will tell you what our sport shall be.

Host.

Hast thou no suit against my Knight? my guest-Caualeire?

Shal.

None, I protest: but Ile giue you a pottle of burn'd sacke, to giue me recourse to him, and tell him my name is Broome: onely for a ••est.

Host.

My hand, (Bully:) thou shalt haue egresse and regresse, (said I well?) and thy name shall be Broome. It is a merry Knight: will you goe An-heires?

Shal.

Haue with you mine Host.

Page.

I haue heard the French-man hath good skill in his Rapier.

Shal.

Tut sir: I could haue told you more: In these times you stand on distance: your Passes, Stoccado's, and I know not what: 'tis the heart (Master Page) 'tis heere, 'tis heere: I haue seene the time, with my long-sword, I would haue made you fowre tall fellowes skippe like Rattes.

Host.

Heere boyes, heere, heere: shall we wag?

Page.

Haue with you: I had rather heare them scold, then fight.

Ford.

Though Page be a secure foole, and stands so firmely on his wiues frailty; yet, I cannot put-off my o∣pinion so easily: she was in his company at Pages house: and what they made there, I know not. Well, I wil looke further into't, and I haue a disguise, to sound Falstaffe; if I finde her honest, I loose not my labor: if she be other∣wise, 'tis labour well bestowed.

Exeunt.

Scoena Secunda.

Enter Falstaffe, Pistoll, Robin, Quickly, Bardolffe, Ford.

Fal.

I will not lend thee a penny.

Pist.

Why then the world's mine Oyster, which I, with sword will open.

Fal.

Not a penny: I haue beene content (Sir,) you should lay my countenance to pawne: I haue grated vp∣on my good friends for three Repreeues for you, and your Coach-fellow Nim; or else you had look'd through the grate, like a Geminy of Baboones: I am damn'd in hell, for swearing to Gentlemen my friends, you were good Souldiers, and tall-fellowes. And when Mistresse Bright lost the handle of her Fan, I took't vpon mine ho∣nour thou hadst it not.

Pist.

Didst not thou share? hadst thou not fifteene pence?

Fal.

Reason, you roague, reason: thinkst thou Ile en∣danger my soule, gratis? at a word, hang no more about mee, I am no gibbet for you: goe, a short knife, and a throng, to your Mannor of Pickt-hatch: goe, you'll not beare a Letter for mee you roague? you stand vpon your honor: why, (thou vnconfinable basenesse) it is as much as I can doe to keepe the termes of my hononor precise: I, I, I my selfe sometimes, leauing the feare of heauen on the left hand, and hiding mine honor in my necessity, am faine to shufflle: to hedge, and to lurch, and yet, you Rogue, will en-sconce your raggs; your Cat-a-Moun∣taine-lookes, your red-lattice phrases, and your bold-beating-oathes, vnder the shelter of your honor? you will not doe it? you?

Pist.

I doe relent: what would thou more of man?

Robin.

Sir, here's a woman would speake with you.

Fal.

Let her approach.

Qui.

Giue your worship good morrow.

Fal.

Good-morrow, good-wife.

Qui.

Not so and't please your worship.

Fal.

Good maid then.

Qui.

Ile be sworne, As my mother was the first houre I was borne.

Fal.

I doe beleeue the swearer; what with me?

Qui.

Shall I vouch-safe your worship a word, or two?

Fal.

Two thousand (faire woman) and ile vouchsafe thee the hearing.

Qui.

There is one Mistresse Ford, (Sir) I pray come a little neerer this waies: I my selfe dwell with M. Doctor Caius:

Fal.

Well, on; Mistresse Ford, you say.

Qui.

Your worship saies very true: I pray your wor∣ship come a little neerer this waies.

Fal.

I warrant thee, no-bodie heares: mine owne people, mine owne people.

Qui.

Are they so? heauen-blesse them, and make them his Seruants.

Fal.

Well; Mistresse Ford, what of her?

Qui.

Why, Sir; shee's a good-creature; Lord, Lord, your Worship's a wanton: well: heauen forgiue you, and all of vs, I pray—.

Fal.

Mistresse Ford: come, Mistresse Ford.

Qui.

Marry this is the short, and the long of it: you haue brought her into such a Canaries, as 'tis wonder∣full: the best Courtier of them all (when the Court lay at Windsor) could neuer haue brought her to such a Ca∣narie: yet there has beene Knights, and Lords, and Gen∣tlemen, with their Coaches; I warrant you Coach after Coach, letter after letter, gift after gift, smelling so sweet∣ly; all Muske, and so rushling, I warrant you, in silke and golde, and in such alligant termes, and in such wine and suger of the best, and the fairest, that would haue wonne any womans heart: and I warrant you, they could neuer get an eye-winke of her: I had my selfe twentie Angels giuen me this morning, but I defie all Angels (in any such sort, as they say) but in the way of honesty: and I warrant you, they could neuer get her so much as sippe on a cup with the prowdest of them all, and yet there has beene Earles: nay, (which is more) Pentioners, but I warrant you all is one with her.

Fal.

But what saies shee to mee? be briefe my good shee-Mercurie.

Qui.

Marry, she hath receiu'd your Letter: for the which she thankes you a thousand times; and she giues you to notifie, that her husband will be absence from his house, betweene ten and eleuen.

Fal.

Ten, and eleuen.

Qui.

I, forsooth: and then you may come and see the picture (she sayes) that you wot of: Master Ford her hus∣band will be from home: alas, the sweet woman leades an ill life with him: hee's a very iealousie-man; she leads a very frampold life with him, (good hart.)

Fal.

Ten, and eleuen.

Woman, commend me to her, I will not faile her.

Qui.

Why, you say well: But I haue another messen∣ger to your worship: Mistresse Page hath her heartie commendations to you to: and let mee tell you in your eare, shee's as fartuous a ciuill modest wife, and one (I tell you) that will not misse you morning nor euening prayer, as any is in Windsor, who ere bee the other: and shee bade me tell your worship, that her husband is sel∣dome from home, but she hopes there will come a time. I neuer knew a woman so doate vpon a man; surely I thinke you haue charmes, la: yes in truth.

Fal.

Not I, I assure thee; setting the attraction of my good parts aside, I haue no other charmes.

Qui.

Blessing on your heart for't.

Fal.

But I pray thee tell me this: has Fords wife, and Pages wife acquainted each other, how they loue me?

Qui.

That were a iest indeed: they haue not so little grace I hope, that were a tricke indeed: But Mistris Page would desire you to send her your little Page of al loues: her husband has a maruellous infectiō to the little Page: and truely Master Page is an honest man: neuer a wife in Windsor leades a better life then she do's: doe what shee will, say what she will, take all, pay all, goe to bed when she list, rise when she list, all is as she will: and truly she deserues it; for if there be a kinde woman in Windsor, she is one: you must send her your Page, no remedie.

Fal.

Why, I will.

Qu.

Nay▪ but doe so then, and looke you, hee may come and goe betweene you both: and in any case haue a nay-word, that you may know one anothers minde, and the Boy neuer neede to vnderstand any thing; for 'tis not good that children should know any wickednes: olde folkes you know, haue discretion, as they say, and know the world.

Fal.

Farethee-well, commend mee to them both: there's my purse, I am yet thy debter: Boy, goe along with this woman, this newes distracts me.

Pist.

This Puncke is one of Cupids Carriers, Clap on more sailes, pursue: vp with your fights: Giue fire: she is my prize, or Ocean whelme them all.

Fal.

Saist thou so (old Iacke) go thy waies: Ile make more of thy olde body then I haue done: will they yet looke after thee? wilt thou after the expence of so much money, be now a gainer? good Body, I thanke thee: let them say 'tis grossely done, so it bee fairely done, no matter.

Bar.

Sir Iohn, there's one Master Broome below would faine speake with you, and be acquainted with you; and hath sent your worship a mornings draught of Sacke.

Fal.

Broome is his name?

Bar.

I Sir.

Fal.

Call him in: such Broomes are welcome to mee, that ore' flowes such liquor: ah ha, Mistresse Ford and Mi∣stresse Page, haue I encompass'd you? goe to, via.

Ford.

'Blesse you sir.

Fal.

And you sir: would you speake with me?

Ford.

I make bold, to presse, with so little prepara∣tion vpon you.

Fal.

You'r welcome, what's your will? giue vs leaue Drawer.

Ford.

Sir, I am a Gentleman that haue spent much, my name is Broome.

Fal.

Good Master Broome, I desire more acquaintance of you.

Ford.

Good Sir Iohn, I sue for yours: not to charge you, for I must let you vnderstand, I thinke my selfe in better plight for a Lender, then you are: the which hath something emboldned me to this vnseason'd intrusion: for they say, if money goe before, all waies doe lye open.

Fal.

Money is a good Souldier (Sir) and will on.

Ford.

Troth, and I haue a bag of money heere trou∣bles me: if you will helpe to beare it (Sir Iohn) take all, or halfe, for easing me of the carriage.

Fal.

Sir, I know not how I may deserue to bee your Porter.

Ford.

I will tell you sir, if you will giue mee the hea∣ring.

Fal.

Speake (good Master Broome) I shall be glad to be your Seruant.

Ford.

Sir, I heare you are a Scholler: (I will be briefe with you) and you haue been a man long knowne to me, though I had neuer so good means as desire, to make my selfe acquainted with you. I shall discouer a thing to you, wherein I must very much lay open mine owne im∣perfection: but (good Sir Iohn) as you haue one eye vp∣on my follies, as you heare them vnfolded, turne another into the Register of your owne, that I may passe with a reproofe the easier, sith you your selfe know how easie it is to be such an offender.

Fal.

Very well Sir, proceed.

Ford

There is a Gentlewoman in this Towne, her husbands name is Ford.

Fal.

Well Sir.

Ford.

I haue long lou'd her, and I protest to you, be∣stowed much on her: followed her with a doating ob∣seruance: Ingross'd opportunities to meete her: fee'd e∣uery slight occasion that could but nigardly giue mee sight of her: not only bought many presents to giue her, but haue giuen largely to many, to know what shee would haue giuen: briefly, I haue pursu'd her, as Loue hath pursued mee, which hath beene on the wing of all occasions: but whatsoeuer I haue merited, either in my minde, or in my meanes, meede I am sure I haue receiued none, vnlesse Experience be a Iewell, that I haue purcha∣sed at an infinite rate, and that hath taught mee to say this,

" Loue like a shadow flies, when substance Loue pursues, " Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Fal.

Haue you receiu'd no promise of satisfaction at her hands?

Ford.

Neuer.

Fal.

Haue you importun'd her to such a purpose?

Ford.

Neuer.

Fal.

Of what qualitie was your loue then?

Ford.

Like a fair house, built on another mans ground, so that I haue lost my edifice, by mistaking the place, where I erected it.

Fal.

To what purpose haue you vnfolded this to me?

For.

When I haue told you that, I haue told you all: Some say, that though she appeare honest to mee, yet in other places shee enlargeth her mirth so farre, that there is shrewd construction made of her. Now (Sir Iohn) here is the heart of my purpose: you are a gentleman of ex∣cellent breeding, admirable discourse, of great admit∣tance, authenticke in your place and person, generally allow'd for your many war-like, court-like, and learned preparations.

Fal.

O Sir.

Ford.

Beleeue it, for you know it: there is money, spend it, spend it, spend more; spend all I haue, onely

giue me so much of your time in enchange of it, as to lay an amiable siege to the honesty of this Fords wife: vse your Art of wooing; win her to consent to you: if any man may, you may as soone as any.

Fal.

Would it apply well to the vehemency of your affection that I should win what you would enioy? Me∣thinkes you prescribe to your selfe very preposterously.

Ford.

O, vnderstand my drift: she dwells so securely on the excellency of her honor, that the folly of my soule dares not present it selfe: shee is too bright to be look'd against. Now, could I come to her with any detection in my hand; my desires had instance and argument to commend themselues, I could driue her then from the ward of her purity, her reputation, her marriage-vow, and a thousand other her defences, which now are too-too strongly embattaild against me: what say you too't, Sir Iohn?

Fal.

Master Broome, I will first make bold with your money: next, giue mee your hand: and last, as I am a gentleman, you shall, if you will, enioy Fords wife.

Ford.

O good Sir.

Fal.

I say you shall.

Ford.

Want no money (Sir Iohn) you shall want none.

Fal.

Want no Mistresse Ford (Master Broome) you shall want none: I shall be with her (I may tell you) by her owne appointment, euen as you came in to me, her assi∣stant, or goe-betweene, parted from me: I say I shall be with her betweene ten and eleuen: for at that time the iealious-rascally-knaue 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 (poore Cuckoldly knaue) I know him not: yet I wrong him to call him poore: They say the iealous wittolly-knaue hath masses of money, for the which his wife seemes to me well-fauourd: I will vse her as the key of the Cuckoldly-rogues Coffer, & ther's my haruest-home.

Ford.

I would you knew Ford, sir, that you might a∣uoid him, if you saw him.

Fal.

Hang him, mechanicall-salt-butter rogue; I wil stare him out of his wits: I will awe-him with my cud∣gell: it shall hang like a Meteor ore the Cuckolds horns: Master Broome, thou shalt know, I will predominate o∣uer the pezant, and thou shalt lye with his wife. Come to me soone at night: Ford's a knaue, and I will aggra∣uate his stile: thou (Master Broome) shalt know him for knaue, and Cuckold. Come to me soone at night.

Ford.

What a damn'd Epicurian-Rascall is this? my heart is ready to cracke with impatience: who saies this is improuident iealousie? my wife hath sent to him, the howre is fixt, the match is made: would any man haue thought this? see the hell of hauing a false woman: my bed shall be abus'd, my Coffers ransack'd, my reputati∣on gnawne at, and I shall not onely receiue this villanous wrong, but stand vnder the adoption of abhominable termes, and by him that does mee this wrong: Termes, names: Amaimon sounds well: Lucifer, well: Barbason, well: yet they are Diuels additions, the names of fiends: But Cuckold, Wittoll, Cuckold? the Diuell himselfe hath not such a name. Page is an Asse, a secure Asse; hee will trust his wife, hee will not be iealous: I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the Welsh∣man with my Cheese, an Irish-man with my Aqua-vitae-bottle, or a Theefe to walke my ambling gelding, then my wife with her selfe. Then she plots, then shee rumi∣nates, then shee deuises: and what they thinke in their hearts they may effect; they will breake their hearts but they will effect. Heauen bee prais'd for my iealousie: eleuen o' clocke the howre, I will preuent this, detect my wife, bee reueng'd on Falstaffe, and laugh at Page. I will about it, better three houres too soone, then a my∣nute too late: fie, fie, fie: Cuckold, Cuckold, Cuckold.

Exti.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Caius, Rugby, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host. Caius. Iacke Rugby.

Rug.

Sir.

Caius.

Vat is the clocke, Iack.

Rug.

'Tis past the howre (Sir) that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet.

Cai.

By gar, he has saue his soule, dat he is no-come: hee has pray his Pible well, dat he is no-come: by gar (Iack Rugby) he is dead already, if he be come.

Rug.

Hee is wise Sir: hee knew your worship would kill him if he came.

Cai.

By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I vill kill him: take your Rapier, (Iacke) I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

Rug.

Alas sir, I cannot fence.

Cai.

Villanie, take your Rapier.

Rug.

Forbeare: heer's company.

Host.

'Blesse thee, bully-Doctor.

Shal.

'Saue you M^r. Doctor Caius.

Page.

Now, good M^r. Doctor.

Slen.

'Giue you good-morrow, sir.

Caius.

Vat be all you one, two, tree, fowre, come for?

Host.

To see thee fight, to see thee foigne, to see thee trauerse, to see thee heere, to see thee there, to see thee passe thy puncto, thy flock, thy reuerse, thy distance, thy montant: Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my Fran∣cisco? ha Bully? what saies my Esculapius? my Galien? my heart of Elder? ha? is he dead bully-Stale? is he dead?

Cai.

By gar, he is de Coward-Iack-Priest of de vorld: he is not show his face.

Host.

Thou art a Castalion-king-Vrinall: Hector of Greece (my Boy)

Cai.

I pray you beare witnesse, that me haue stay, sixe or seuen, two tree howres for him, and hee is no∣come.

Shal.

He is the wiser man (M. Docto) rhe is a curer of soules, and you a curer of bodies: if you should fight, you goe against the haire of your professions: is it not true, Master Page?

Page.

Master Shallow; you haue your selfe beene a great fighter, though now a man of peace.

Shal.

Body-kins M. Page, though I now be old, and of the peace; if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though wee are Iustices, and Doctors, and Church-men (M. Page) wee haue some salt of our youth in vs, we are the sons of women (M. Page.)

Page.

'Tis true, M^r. Shallow.

Shal.

It wil be found so, (M. Page:) M. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home: I am sworn of the peace: you haue show'd your selfe a wise Physician, and Sir Hugh hath showne himselfe a wise and patient Church∣man: you must goe with me, M. Doctor.

Host

Pardon, Guest-Iustice; a Mounseur: Mocke-water.

Cai.

Mock-vater? vat is dat?

Host.

Mock-water, in our English tongue, is Valour (Bully.)

Cai.

By gar, then I haue as much Mock-vater as de Englishman: scuruy-Iack-dog-Priest: by gar, mee vill cut his eares.

Host.

He will Clapper-claw thee tightly (Bully.)

Cai.

Clapper-de-claw? vat is dat?

Host.

That is, he will make thee amends.

Cai.

By-gar, me doe looke hee shall clapper-de-claw me, for by-gar, me vill haue it.

Host.

And I will prouoke him to't, or let him wag.

Cai.

Me tanck you for dat.

Host.

And moreouer, (Bully) but first, M^r. Ghuest, and M. Page, & eeke Caualeiro Slender, goe you through the Towne to Frogmore.

Page.

Sir Hugh is there, is he?

Host.

He is there, see what humor he is in: and I will bring the Doctor about by the Fields: will it doe well?

Shal.

We will doe it.

All.

Adieu, good M. Doctor.

Cai.

By-gar, me vill kill de Priest, for he speake for a Iack-an-Ape to Anne Page.

Host.

Let him die: sheath thy impatience: throw cold water on thy Choller: goe about the fields with mee through Frogmore, I will bring thee where Mistris Anne Page is, at a Farm-house a Feasting: and thou shalt wooe her: Cride-game, said I well?

Cai.

By-gar, mee dancke you vor dat: by gar I loue you: and I shall procure 'a you de good Guest: de Earle, de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients.

Host.

For the which, I will be thy aduersary toward Anne Page: said I well?

Cai.

By-gar, 'tis good: vell said.

Host.

Let vs wag then.

Cai.

Come at my heeles, Iack Rugby.

Exeunt.