The Merry Wives of Windsor
Act III, Scene 1
A field near Frogmore.
- Enter Evans, Simple.
Evans1 - 3
- I pray you now, good Master Slender’s servingman, and friend
- Simple by your name, which way have you look’d for Master
- Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physic?
Simple4 - 5
- Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward—every way; Old
- Windsor way, and every way but the town way.
- I most fehemently desire you you will also look that way.
- I will, sir.
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- Jeshu pless my soul! How full of chollors I am and trempling
- of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceiv’d me. How
- melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave’s
- costard when I have good opportunities for the ork. Pless my
- “To shallow rivers, to whose falls
- Melodious birds sings madrigals;
- 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—
- When as I sat in Pabylon—
- And a thousand vagram posies.
- To shallow, etc.”
- Enter Simple.
- Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Evans24 - 26
- He’s welcome.
- “To shallow rivers, to whose falls—”
- Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?
Simple27 - 28
- No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and
- another gentleman—from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
- Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms.
- Reads in a book.
- Enter Page, Shallow, Slender.
Shallow30 - 32
- 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.
- Ah, sweet Anne Page!
- God save you, good Sir Hugh!
- God pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
Shallow36 - 37
- What? The sword and the word? Do you study them both, Master
George38 - 39
- And youthful still, in your doublet and hose, this raw
- rheumatic day?
- There is reasons and causes for it.
- We are come to you to do a good office, Master Parson.
- Fery well; what is it?
George43 - 45
- 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 you saw.
Shallow46 - 48
- I have liv’d fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man
- of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of his own
- What is he?
George50 - 51
- I think you know him: Master Doctor Caius, the renown’d
- French physician.
Evans52 - 53
- Got’s will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you
- would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Evans55 - 57
- He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen—and he is a
- knave besides, a cowardly knave as you would desires to be
- acquainted withal.
- I warrant you, he’s the man should fight with him.
- O sweet Anne Page!
- Enter Host, Caius, Rugby.
Shallow60 - 61
- It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder; here comes
- Doctor Caius.
- Evans and Caius offer to fight.
- Nay, good Master Parson, keep in your weapon.
- So do you, good Master Doctor.
Host64 - 65
- Disarm them, and let them question. Let them keep their
- limbs whole and hack our English.
Caius66 - 67
- I pray you let-a me speak a word with your ear. Vherefore
- vill you not meet-a me?
- Aside to Caius
- Pray you use your patience in good time.
- By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
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- Aside to Caius
- Pray you let us not be laughing-stocks to other men’s
- humors. I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or
- other make you amends.
- I will knog your urinals about your knave’s cogscomb for
- missing your meetings and appointments.
Caius75 - 76
- Diable! Jack Rugby—mine host de Jarteer—have I not stay for
- him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?
Evans77 - 78
- As I am a Christians-soul, now look you; this is the place
- appointed. I’ll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.
Host79 - 80
- Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh, soul-curer
- and body-curer!
- Ay, dat is very good, excellant.
Host82 - 91
- Peace, I say! Hear mine host of the Garter. Am I politic? Am
- I subtle? Am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my doctor? No, he
- gives me the potions and the motions. Shall I lose my
- parson? My priest? My Sir Hugh? No, he gives me the proverbs
- and the no-verbs. Give me thy hand, terrestial; so. Give me
- thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have deceiv’d you
- both; I have directed you to wrong places. Your hearts are
- mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt sack be the
- issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me, lads of
- peace; follow, follow, follow.
- Afore God, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
- O sweet Anne Page!
- Exeunt Shallow, Slender, and Page.
- Ha, do I perceive dat? Have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha?
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- This is well! He has made us his vlouting-stog. I desire you
- that we may be friends; and let us knog our prains together
- to be revenge on this same scall, scurvy, cogging companion,
- the host of the Garter.
Caius99 - 100
- By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me where is
- Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
- Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you follow.