man have thought this? See the hell of having a falfe woman! my bed fhall be abus'd, my coffers ranfack'd, my reputation gnawn at; and I fhall not only receive this villanous wrong, but ftand under the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that does me the wrong. Terms, names; Amaimon founds well; Lucifer, well; Barbafon, well; yet they are devils' additions, the names of fiends: but cuckold, wittol, cuckold! the devil himself hath not fuch a name. Page is an ass, a fecure afs; he will truft his wife; he will not be jealous. I will rather truft a Fleming with my butter, Parfon Hugh the Welchman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aquavita-bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself: then she plots, then the ruminates, then fhe devifes; 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 jealoufy! 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! [Exit. SCENE XI. Changes to Windsor park.

Enter Caius and Rugby.

Caius. Jack Rugby!

Rug. Sir.

Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack?

Rug. 'Tis past the hour, Sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd

to meet.

Caius. By gar, he has fave his foul, 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 wife, Sir; he knew your Worship would kill him if he came.

Caius. By gar, de herring is not fo 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.

Caius. Villany, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here's company.

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Enter Hoft, Shallow, Slender, and Page.

Hoft. 'Blefs thee, bully Doctor.

Shal. 'Save you, Mr. Doctor Caius.
Page. Now, good Mr. Doctor.

Slen. Give you good morrow, Sir.

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

Hoft. To fee thee fight. to fee thee foigne, to fee thee traverfe, to fee thee here, to fee thee there, to fee thee pafs thy puncto, thy ftock, thy reverfe, 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, bullyftale is he dead!

Gains. By gar, he is de coward Jack-Prieft of de vorld: he is not fhow his face.

Hoft Thou art a Caftalion-king-Urinal; Hector of Greece, my boy.

Caius. I pray you bear witnefs, that me have stay fix or feven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. Shal. He is the wifer man, Mr. Doctor; he is a curer of fouls, and you a curer of bodies; if you fhould fight, you go against the hair of your profeffions Is it not true, Malter 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 churchmen 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 yourfelf a wife phyfician, and Sir Hugh hath fhown himfelf a wife and patient churchman. You must go with me, Mr Doctor. Hoft Pardon, gueft-jukice; a word, Monfieur Mock

water.

Caius. Mock-vater? vat is dat?

Hoft.

Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

Caius. By gar, den 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 thall clapper-de-claw for by gar, me vill have it.

me;

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

Hoft And moreover, bully: but first, Mr. Gueft, 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; fee, what humour he is in; and I will bring the Doctor about the fields: will it do well?

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, firit, fheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with me through Frogmore; I will bring thee where Mitrefs Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-teatting; 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 thall procure 'a you de good gueft; de Earl, de Knight, de Lords, de Gentlemen, my pa

tients.

Heft. For the which I will be thy adverfary toward Anne Page: faid I well?

Gaius. By gar, 'tis good; vell faid.

Hoft. Let us wag then.

Gaius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt.

Eva.

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Frogmore near Windfor.

Enter Evans and Simple.

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

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

town way.

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 roses,
And a thoufand 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 thoufand vragrant pofies.By fhallow, &c.

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

way.

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

SCENE

SCENE II. Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

Shal. How now, Mr. Parfon ? good morrow, good Sir Hugh. 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 from his mercy-fake, all of you. 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 caufes 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 most reverend gentleman, who, belike having receiv'd wrong by fome perfon, 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 respect.

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 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 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 weapon. Shal. So do you, good Mr. Do&or.

Hoft.