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Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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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?
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| SIMPLE |
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Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every
5 way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town
way.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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I most fehemently desire you you will also look that
way.
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| SIMPLE |
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I will, sir.
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Exit
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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10 '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 when I have
good opportunities for the ork. 'Pless my soul!
Sings
15 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--
20 Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
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Melodious birds sing madrigals--
When as I sat in Pabylon--
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow &c.
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Re-enter SIMPLE
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| SIMPLE |
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25 Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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He's welcome.
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To shallow rivers, to whose falls-
Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?
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| SIMPLE |
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No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master
30 Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over
the stile, this way.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
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Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER
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| SHALLOW |
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How now, master Parson! Good morrow, good Sir Hugh.
Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student
35 from his book, and it is wonderful.
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| SLENDER |
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(Aside)
Ah, sweet Anne Page!
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| PAGE |
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'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
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| SHALLOW |
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What, the sword and the word! do you study them
40 both, master parson?
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| PAGE |
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And youthful still! in your doublet and hose this
raw rheumatic day!
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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There is reasons and causes for it.
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| PAGE |
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We are come to you to do a good office, master parson.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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45 Fery well: what is it?
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| PAGE |
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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.
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| SHALLOW |
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50 I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so
wide of his own respect.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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What is he?
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| PAGE |
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I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the
55 renowned French physician.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as
lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
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| PAGE |
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Why?
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,
60 --and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave as you
would desires to be acquainted withal.
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| PAGE |
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I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.
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| SHALLOW |
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(Aside)
O sweet Anne Page!
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| SHALLOW |
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It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder:
65 here comes Doctor Caius.
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Enter Host, DOCTOR CAIUS, and RUGBY
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| PAGE |
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Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.
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| SHALLOW |
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So do you, good master doctor.
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| Host |
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Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep
their limbs whole and hack our English.
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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70 I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear.
Vherefore vill you not meet-a me?
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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(Aside to DOCTOR CAIUS)
Pray you, use your patience:
in good time.
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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75 (Aside to DOCTOR 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 your urinals about your knave's cockscomb
for missing your meetings and appointments.
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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80 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?
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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As I am a Christians soul now, look you, this is the
place appointed: I'll be judgement by mine host of
85 the Garter.
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| Host |
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Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh,
soul-curer and body-curer!
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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Ay, dat is very good; excellent.
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Peace, I say! hear mine host of the Garter. Am I
90 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, terrestrial; so. Give me
95 thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have
deceived 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;
100 follow, follow, follow.
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| SHALLOW |
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Trust me, a mad host. Follow, gentlemen, follow.
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| SLENDER |
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(Aside)
O sweet Anne Page!
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Exeunt SHALLOW, SLENDER, PAGE, and Host
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a de sot of
us, ha, ha?
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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105 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.
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| DOCTOR CAIUS |
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By gar, with all my heart. He promise to bring me
110 where is Anne Page; by gar, he deceive me too.
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| SIR HUGH EVANS |
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Well, I will smite his noddles. Pray you, follow.
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Exeunt
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