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Reference: D6v - Comedies, p. 48

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The Merry Wiues of Windsor. 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.
[1060]
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.
[1065]
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.
[1070]
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

[1075]

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

[1080]

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.
[1085]
Come at my heeles, Iack Rugby.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Euans, Simple, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Caius, Rugby. Euans.

I pray you now, good Master Slenders seruing­

man, and friend Simple by your name; which way haue

you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himselfe Doctor

of Phisicke.

Sim.
[1090]
Marry Sir, the pittie‑ward, the Parke‑ward: euery way: olde Windsor way, and euery way but the Towne‑way.
Euan.

I most‑fehemently desire you, you will also

looke that way.

Sim. I will sir. Euan.

'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and

[1095]

trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he haue deceiued

me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls a­

bout his knaues costard, when I haue good opportunities

for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: To shallow Riuers to whose falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we make our Peds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shal­ low : 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great dispositions to cry.

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Melodious birds sing Madrigalls: —When as I sat in Pa­ bilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, &c.

Sim. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh. Euan.
[1105]
Hee's welcome: To shallow Riuers, to whose fals : Heauen prosper the right: what weapons is he?
Sim. No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, M r. Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer the stile, this way. Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne, or else keepe it in your armes. Shal. How now Master Parson? good morrow good Sir Hugh: keepe a Gamester from the dice, and a good Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull. Slen.
[1110]
Ah sweet Anne Page.
Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh. Euan. 'Plesse you from his mercy‑sake, all of you. Shal. What? the Sword, and the Word? Doe you study them both, M r. Parson? Page.
[1115]
And youthfull still, in your doublet and hose, this raw‑rumaticke day?
Euan. There is reasons, and causes for it. Page. We are come to you, to doe a good office, M r. Parson. Euan. Fery‑well: what is it? Page.

Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman; who

[1120]

(be‑like) hauing receiued wrong by some person, is at

most odds with his owne grauity and patience, that euer

you saw.

Shal.

I haue liued foure‑score yeeres, and vpward: I

neuer heard a man of his place, grauity, and learning, so

[1125]

wide of his owne respect.

Euan. What is he? Page.

I thinke you know him: M r. Doctor Caius the

renowned French Physician.

Euan.

Got's‑will, and his passion of my heart: I had

[1130]

as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge.

Page. Why? Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and hee is a knaue besides: a cowardly knaue, as you would desires to be acquainted withall. Page. I warrant you, hee's the man should fight with him. Slen. O sweet Anne Page. Shal.
[1135]
It appeares so by his weapons: keepe them a­ sunder: here comes Doctor Caius.
Page. Nay good M r. Parson, keepe in your weapon. Shal. So doe you, good M r. Doctor. Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English. Cai.

I pray you let‑a‑mee speake a word with your

[1140]

eare; vherefore vill you not meet‑a me?

Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time. Cai. By‑gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn Ape. Euan.

Pray you let vs not be laughing‑stocks to other

mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one

[1145]

way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal

about your knaues Cogs‑combe.

Cai.

Diable: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: haue I

not stay for him, to kill him? haue I not at de place I did

appoint?

Euan.
[1150]
As I am a Christians‑soule, now looke you: this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine Host of the Garter .
Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch, Soule‑Curer, and Body‑Curer. Cai. I

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Actus Tertius. Scœna Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Euans, Simple, Page, Shallow, Slender, Host, Caius, Rugby. Euans.

I pray you now, good Master Slenders seruing­

man, and friend Simple by your name; which way haue

you look'd for Master Caius, that calls himselfe Doctor

of Phisicke.

Sim.
[1090]
Marry Sir, the pittie‑ward, the Parke‑ward: euery way: olde Windsor way, and euery way but the Towne‑way.
Euan.

I most‑fehemently desire you, you will also

looke that way.

Sim. I will sir. Euan.

'Plesse my soule: how full of Chollors I am, and

[1095]

trempling of minde: I shall be glad if he haue deceiued

me: how melancholies I am? I will knog his Vrinalls a­

bout his knaues costard, when I haue good opportunities

for the orke: 'Plesse my soule: To shallow Riuers to whose falls: melodious Birds sings Madrigalls: There will we make our Peds of Roses: and a thousand fragrant posies. To shal­ low : 'Mercie on mee, I haue a great dispositions to cry.

Melodious birds sing Madrigalls: —When as I sat in Pa­ bilon: and a thousand vagram Posies. To shallow, &c.

Sim. Yonder he is comming, this way, Sir Hugh. Euan.
[1105]
Hee's welcome: To shallow Riuers, to whose fals : Heauen prosper the right: what weapons is he?
Sim. No weapons, Sir: there comes my Master, M r. Shallow, and another Gentleman; from Frogmore, ouer the stile, this way. Euan. Pray you giue mee my gowne, or else keepe it in your armes. Shal. How now Master Parson? good morrow good Sir Hugh: keepe a Gamester from the dice, and a good Studient from his booke, and it is wonderfull. Slen.
[1110]
Ah sweet Anne Page.
Page. 'Saue you, good Sir Hugh. Euan. 'Plesse you from his mercy‑sake, all of you. Shal. What? the Sword, and the Word? Doe you study them both, M r. Parson? Page.
[1115]
And youthfull still, in your doublet and hose, this raw‑rumaticke day?
Euan. There is reasons, and causes for it. Page. We are come to you, to doe a good office, M r. Parson. Euan. Fery‑well: what is it? Page.

Yonder is a most reuerend Gentleman; who

[1120]

(be‑like) hauing receiued wrong by some person, is at

most odds with his owne grauity and patience, that euer

you saw.

Shal.

I haue liued foure‑score yeeres, and vpward: I

neuer heard a man of his place, grauity, and learning, so

[1125]

wide of his owne respect.

Euan. What is he? Page.

I thinke you know him: M r. Doctor Caius the

renowned French Physician.

Euan.

Got's‑will, and his passion of my heart: I had

[1130]

as lief you would tell me of a messe of porredge.

Page. Why? Euan. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen, and hee is a knaue besides: a cowardly knaue, as you would desires to be acquainted withall. Page. I warrant you, hee's the man should fight with him. Slen. O sweet Anne Page. Shal.
[1135]
It appeares so by his weapons: keepe them a­ sunder: here comes Doctor Caius.
Page. Nay good M r. Parson, keepe in your weapon. Shal. So doe you, good M r. Doctor. Host. Disarme them, and let them question: let them keepe their limbs whole, and hack our English. Cai.

I pray you let‑a‑mee speake a word with your

[1140]

eare; vherefore vill you not meet‑a me?

Euan. Pray you vse your patience in good time. Cai. By‑gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn Ape. Euan.

Pray you let vs not be laughing‑stocks to other

mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one

[1145]

way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal

about your knaues Cogs‑combe.

Cai.

Diable: Iack Rugby: mine Host de Iarteer: haue I

not stay for him, to kill him? haue I not at de place I did

appoint?

Euan.
[1150]
As I am a Christians‑soule, now looke you: this is the place appointed, Ile bee iudgement by mine Host of the Garter .
Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaule, French & Welch, Soule‑Curer, and Body‑Curer. Cai. I, dat is very good, excellant. Host. Peace, I say: heare mine Host of the Garter, Am I politicke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiuell?
[1155]

Shall I loose my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions

and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parson? my Priest?

my Sir Hugh? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the

No‑verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celestiall) so: Boyes of

Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to

[1160]

wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are

whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the issue: Come, lay their

swords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, fol­

low, follow.

Shal. Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, fol­ low. Slen.
[1165]
O sweet Anne Page.
Cai. Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make‑a‑de‑sot of vs, ha, ha? Eua.

This is well, he has made vs his vlowting‑stog:

I desire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our

praines together to be reuenge on this same scall‑scur­

[1170]

uy‑cogging‑companion the Host of the Garter.

Cai.

By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring

me where is Anne Page: by gar he deceiue me too.

Euan.

Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow.

 

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   <sp who="#F-wiv-sha">
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      <speaker rend="italic">Cai.</speaker>
      <l n="1142">By‑gar, you are de Coward: de Iack dog: Iohn
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Euan.</speaker>
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      <lb n="1144"/>mens humors: I desire you in friendship, and I will one
      <lb n="1145"/>way or other make you amends: I will knog your Vrinal
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         <hi rend="italic">Diable: Iack Rugby</hi>: mine<hi rend="italic">Host de Iarteer</hi>: haue I
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      <speaker rend="italic">Host.</speaker>
      <l n="1153">Peace, I say: heare mine Host of the Garter,</l>
      <l n="1154">Am I politicke? Am I subtle? Am I a Machiuell?</l>
      <p n="1155">Shall I loose my Doctor? No, hee giues me the Potions
      <lb n="1156"/>and the Motions. Shall I loose my Parson? my Priest?
      <lb n="1157"/>my Sir<hi rend="italic">Hugh</hi>? No, he giues me the Prouerbes, and the
      <lb n="1158"/>No‑verbes. Giue me thy hand (Celestiall) so: Boyes of
      <lb n="1159"/>Art, I haue deceiu'd you both: I haue directed you to
      <lb n="1160"/>wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skinnes are
      <lb n="1161"/>whole, and let burn'd Sacke be the issue: Come, lay their
      <lb n="1162"/>swords to pawne: Follow me, Lad of peace, follow, fol­
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-sha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <l n="1164">Trust me, a mad Host: follow Gentlemen, fol­
      <lb/>low.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-wiv-sle">
      <speaker rend="italic">Slen.</speaker>
      <l n="1165">O sweet<hi rend="italic">Anne Page</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-cai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cai.</speaker>
      <l n="1166">Ha' do I perceiue dat? Haue you make‑a‑de‑sot
      <lb/>of vs, ha, ha?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Eua.</speaker>
      <p n="1167">This is well, he has made vs his vlowting‑stog:
      <lb n="1168"/>I desire you that we may be friends: and let vs knog our
      <lb n="1169"/>praines together to be reuenge on this same scall‑scur­
      <lb n="1170"/>uy‑cogging‑companion the Host of the Garter.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-cai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cai.</speaker>
      <p n="1171">By gar, with all my heart: he promise to bring
      <lb n="1172"/>me where is<hi rend="italic">Anne Page</hi>: by gar he deceiue me too.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-wiv-eva">
      <speaker rend="italic">Euan.</speaker>
      <p n="1173">Well, I will smite his noddles: pray you follow.</p>
   </sp>
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