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 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. 100 [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A field near Frogmore. Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE. 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? Sim. Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way. Evans. I most fehemently desire you you will also look that way. Sim. I will, sir. [Exit. 10 Evans. 'Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceived me. How melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard 98. adversary, for accessory or advocate; the Host plays upon Caius's ignorance. 5. pittie-ward; perhaps towards the Little Park (Petty?). when I have good opportunities for the ork. Pless my soul! To shallow rivers, to whose falls [Sings. Melodious birds sings madrigals; 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. Re-enter SIMPLE. [Sings. Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. To shallow rivers, to whose falls— [Sings. 20 Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he? 30 Sim. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way. Evans. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms. Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and Slender. Shal. How now, master Parson! Good morrow, 17. To shallow rivers, etc., a fragment from Marlowe's The Passionate Shepherd to his Love; in his trepidation Evans intermixes with this a snatch of the metrical version of the 137th Psalm. Marlowe's song had recently been printed as Shakespeare's in The Passionate Pil VOL. II grim, 1599, but was restored to its author in England's Helicon, 1600. It is the smooth song' to which Sir Walter Raleigh in his younger days' composed an answer, and which Walton heard fifty years later; 'old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.' 289 U good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student from his book, and it is wonderful. Slen. [Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page! Evans. 'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you! Shal. What, the sword and the word! do you study them both, master parson ? Page. And youthful still! in your doublet and hose 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 having received wrong by some person, is at most odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you saw. Shal. I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so wide of his own respect. Evans. What is he? 40 50 Page. I think you know him; Master Doctor 60 Caius, the renowned French physician. Evans. Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge. Page. Why? Evans. 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. Page. I warrant you, he's the man should fight 70 with him. Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page! Shal. It appears so by his weapons. them asunder: here comes Doctor Caius. Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY. Keep Page. Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon. Shal. So do you, good master doctor. Host. Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep their limbs whole and hack our English. your ear. Caius. I pray you, let-a me speak a word with Vherefore vill you not meet-a me ? Evans. [Aside to Caius] Pray you, use your patience in good time. Caius. By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape. 80 Evans. [Aside to Caius] Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends. [Aloud] I will knog 90 your urinals about your knave's cogscomb for missing your meetings and appointments. Caius. 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? Evans. As I am a Christians soul now, look you, this is the place appointed: I'll be judgement by mine host of the Garter. Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, 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 99. Gallia elsewhere in Shakespeare means France, here clearly Wales. Q, has Gawlia; perhaps Shakespeare wrote Gwalia, the authentic name for Wales in mediæval Latinity. 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, terrestrial; so. Give me thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have deceived you both; I have directed you to wrong places: your 110 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. Shal. Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow. Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page! [Exeunt Shal., Slen., Page and Host. Caius. Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of us, ha, ha ? Evans. This is well; he has made us his vlout- 120 ing 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. He pro Caius. By gar, with all my heart. mise to bring me where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too. Evans. Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A street. Enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN. Mrs. Page. Nay, keep your way, little gallant; you were wont to be a follower, but now you 119. sot (here in the French sense), fool. 123. scall, scald, scabby. |