« 前へ次へ »
man have thought this? See the hell of having a false woman! my bed shall be abus'd, my coffers ransack’d, my reputation grawn at; and I shall not only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me the wrong. Terms, names; Amainion sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbafon, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold, wittol, cuckold ! the devil himself hath not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure afs; he will trust his wife; he will not be jealous. I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh the Welchman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavitæ-bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then she ruminates, then fhe devises ; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. Heaven be prais'd for my jealousy! Eleven o'clock the hour; I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenge'd on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too foon, than a minute too late. Fie, fie, fie; cuckold, euckold, cuckold !
SCENE XI. Changes to Windsor park.
Enter Caius and Rugby.
Rug. 'Tis past the hour, Sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet.
Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible well, dat he is no come : by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.
Rug. He is wile, Sir; he knew your Worship would kill him if he came.
Gaius. By gar, de herring is not so dead as me vill make him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.
Rug. Alas, Sir, I cannot fence.
Enter Hoft, Shallow, Slender, and Page.
Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for ?
Hoft. To see thee fight, to fee thee foigne, to seethee traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to fee thee pass thy punctn, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead my Françoyes? ha. bully! what fays my Æfculapius? my Galen? 'my heart of elder? ha? is he dead, bullystale: is he dead!
Gains: By gar, he is de coward Jack-Priest of de vorld: he is not show his face.
Hof Thou art a Catalion-king-Urinal; Hector of Greece, my boy.
Caius. I pray you bear witness, that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.
Shal. He is the wiser man, Mr. Doctor; he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your profeffions Is it not true, Malter Page ?
Page. Master 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 see a sword out, my finger itches to make one. Tho' we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen Mr Page, we have some 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 sworn of the peace; you have shew'd yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman. You muft go with me, Nr Docior.
Hoft Pardon, guest-justice; a word, Monsieur Mock, water. Caius, Mock-vater ? vat is dat?
Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.
Caius. By gar, den l' have as much mock-vater as de Englishınan, Icurvy-jack-dog-priest; by gar, me vill cut his ears.
fioft He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius. By gar, me do look, he thall clapper-de-claw 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 firit, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you thro' the town to Frogmore.
Page Sir Hugh is there, is he?
Hoft. He is there; tee, what humour he is in; and I will bring the Doctor about the fields: will it de well ?
Spal. We will do it.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow, and Slender.' Caius. By gar, me vill kill de prieit; for he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Hoft. Let him die; but, firit, theath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Miitress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-teaiting; and thou shalt woo her. Cry aim, said I well?
Caius. By gar, me tank you vor dat : hy gar, I love you; and I Thall procure 'a you de good guest; de Earl, de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my patients.
Hoft. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page: taid I well?
Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell said.
Frogmore near Windsor.
Enter Evans and Simple, Eva. Pray you now, good Mr. Slender's serving
man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you
look'd for Mr. Caius, that calls himself Doctor of physic?
Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, 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.
Simp. I will, Sir.
Eva. Pless my soul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am ! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good opportunities for the orke : Pless my soul!
[Sings, being afraid.
And a thousand vragrant pofies.
Eva. He's welcome. By shallow rivers, to whose falls Heav'n prosper the right! what weapons is he?
Simp. No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. 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.
SCENE II. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.
Shal. How now, Mr. Parfon ? good morrow, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamelter from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful.
Slen. Ah, sweet Anne Page !
Shal. What'! the sword and the word ? do you study them both, Mr. 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, Mr. Parson.
Eva. Ferry 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
Shal. 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?
Page. I think you know him; Mr. Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
Eva. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief
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 besides; a cowardly knave as you would desire to be acquainted withal.
Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.
Slen. O sweet Anne Page !
SCENE III. Enter Hoft, Caius, and Rugby..
Shal. It appears so by his weapons : keep them afunder. Here comes Doctor Caius.
Page. Nay, good Mr. Parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. Doctor.