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Authors: William Shakespeare

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Caius sheathes his sword

[
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender and Page
]

HOST
Bless thee, bully doctor.

SHALLOW
    
’Save
17
you, Master Doctor Caius.

PAGE
    Now, good master doctor.

SLENDER
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 thee
traverse
21
,

to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee pass thy
punto,
22

thy stock, thy
reverse
, thy
distance
, thy
montant
23
. Is he dead,

my
Ethiopian
? Is he dead, my
Francisco
24
? Ha, bully! What says

my
Aesculapius
, my
Galen
, my
heart of elder
25
? Ha? Is he dead,

bully stale
26
? Is he dead?

CAIUS
    By gar, he is de coward Jack-priest of de vorld. He is

not show his face.

HOST
    Thou art a
Castalion
king-urinal
.
Hector of Greece
29
,

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.

SHALLOW
    He is the wiser man, Master Doctor: he is a curer of

souls, and you a curer of bodies. If you should fight, you go

against the hair
35
of your professions. Is it not true, Master

Page?

PAGE
    Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great

fighter, though now a man of peace.

SHALLOW
    
Bodykins
39
, Master Page, though I now be old and of

the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to
make one
40
.

Though we are justices and doctors and churchmen, Master

Page, we have some
salt
42
of our youth in us. We are the sons

of women, Master Page.

PAGE
    ’Tis true, Master Shallow.

SHALLOW
    It will be found so, Master Page.— Master Doctor

Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace.

You have showed yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh

hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman. You

must go with me, Master Doctor.

HOST
    Pardon,
guest-justice
. A word, Monsieur
Mockwater
50
.

CAIUS
    Mock-vater? Vat is dat?

HOST
    Mockwater, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

CAIUS
    By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de

Englishman. Scurvy
Jack-dog
54
priest! By gar, me vill cut his

ears.

HOST
    He will
clapper-claw
56
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’t, or let him wag.

CAIUS
    Me tank you for dat.

HOST
    And, moreover, bully— but first,

Speaks aside with Shallow, Page and Slender

Master guest, and Master Page, and eke

Cavaliero Slender, go you through the

town to
Frogmore
66
.

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?

SHALLOW
    We will do it.

PAGE, SHALLOW
and
SLENDER
    Adieu, good Master Doctor.

[
Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender
]

CAIUS
    By gar, me vill kill de priest, for he speak
for a jack-
72

an-ape to Anne Page.

HOST
    Let him die. Sheathe thy impatience, throw cold

water on thy choler. Go about the fields with me through

Frogmore. I will bring thee where Mistress Anne Page is, at a

farmhouse a-feasting, and thou shalt woo her.
Cried game
77
,

said I well?

CAIUS
    By gar, me dank you vor dat. By gar, I love you, and

I shall procure-a you de good guest: de earl, de knight, de

lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

HOST
    For the which I will be thy
adversary
82
toward Anne

Page. Said I well?

CAIUS
    By gar, ’tis good, vell said.

HOST
    Let us wag, then.

CAIUS
    Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.

Exeunt

Act 3 Scene 1

running scene 8

Enter Evans and Simple
.

Evans with a sword in one hand and a book in the other, Simple carrying Evans’ gown

EVANS
    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
3
?

SIMPLE
    Marry, sir, the
Petty-ward
, the
Park-ward
4
, every

way:
Old Windsor
5
way, and every way but the town way.

EVANS
    I most fehemently desire you, you will also look

that way.

SIMPLE
    I will, sir.

Steps aside and keeps watch

EVANS
    Pless my soul, how full of
chollors
9
I am, and

trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceived me.

How melancholies I am! I will
knog
his
urinals
11
about his

knave’s
costard
12
when I have good opportunities for the ’ork.

Pless my soul!

To shallow rivers
, to whose
falls
14

Sings

Melodious birds sings
madrigals
15
.

There will we make our peds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies.

To shallow—

Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Sings

When as I sat in
Pabylon
21

— And a thousand
vagram
22
posies.

To shallow, etc.

SIMPLE
    Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.

EVANS
    
He
24
’s welcome.

To shallow rivers, to whose falls—

Sings

Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?

SIMPLE
    
No weapons
28
, sir. There comes my master, Master

Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the

stile, this way.

Enter Page, Shallow and Slender

EVANS
    Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your

arms.

Reads his Bible

SHALLOW
    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.

SLENDER
    Ah, sweet Anne Page!

Aside?

PAGE
    ’Save you, good Sir Hugh!

EVANS
    ’Pless you
from
38
his mercy sake, all of you!

SHALLOW
    What, the sword and the
word
39
? Do you study them

both, Master Parson?

PAGE
    And youthful still: in your
doublet and hose
41
, this

raw rheumatic day?

EVANS
    There is reasons and causes for it.

PAGE
    We are come to you to do a good office, Master

Parson.

EVANS
    Fery well: what is it?

PAGE
    Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who,
belike
47
,

having received wrong by some person, is
at most odds
48
with

his own gravity and patience that ever you saw.

SHALLOW
    I have lived
fourscore
50
years and upward: I never

heard a man of his place, gravity and learning so
wide of his
51

own respect.

EVANS
    What is he?

PAGE
    I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the

renowned French physician.

EVANS
    Got’s will, and his passion of my heart, I had
as lief
56

you would tell me of a
mess of porridge
57
.

PAGE
    Why?

EVANS
    He has no more knowledge in
Hibocrates
59
and

Galen, and he is a knave besides —
a cowardly
60
knave as you

would desires to be acquainted withal.

PAGE
    I warrant you,
he’s
62
the man should fight

To Shallow

with him.

SLENDER
    O sweet Anne Page!

Aside?

SHALLOW
    It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder:

here comes Doctor Caius.

[
Enter Host, Caius and Rugby
]

Evans and Caius prepare to fight

PAGE
    Nay, good Master Parson, keep in your weapon.

SHALLOW
    So do you, good Master Doctor.

HOST
    Disarm them, and let them
question
69
.

Shallow and Page take their swords

Let them keep their limbs whole and
hack
70

our English.

CAIUS
    I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear.

Vherefore vill you not meet-a me?

EVANS
    Pray you, use your patience.— In good

Aside to Caius/Aloud

time.

CAIUS
    By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.

EVANS
    Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks

Aside to Caius

to other men’s humours. I desire you in friendship, and I will

one way or other make you amends.— I will knog your

urinal about your knave’s
coxcomb
80
.

Aloud

CAIUS
    
Diable!
Jack Rugby, mine host de Jarteer, have I not

stay
82
for him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?

EVANS
    As I am a Christians soul, now look you, this is the

place appointed, I’ll be
judgement by
84
mine host of the Garter.

HOST
    Peace, I say,
Gallia and Gaul
85
, French and Welsh,

soul-curer and body-curer!

CAIUS
    Ay, dat is very good, excellent.

HOST
    Peace, I say. Hear mine host of the Garter. Am I

politic
? Am I
subtle
? Am I a
Machiavel
89
? Shall I lose my doctor?

No, he gives me the potions and the
motions
90
. Shall I lose my

parson? My priest? My Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the

proverbs and the
no-verbs
92
. Give me thy hand,

To Caius/To Evans

terrestrial
, so. Give me thy hand,
celestial
93
, so.

Boys of
art
94
, I have deceived you both: I have directed you

to wrong places. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are

whole, and let burned sack be the
issue
96
.—

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