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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 75 pages of information about The Merry Wives of Windsor.

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-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 farm-house a-feasting; and thou shalt woo her.  Cried I aim?  Said I well?

Caius.  By gar, me tank you for 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.

[Exeunt.]

ACT III

Scene 1.  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?

Simple
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.

Simple
I will, Sir.

[Exit.]

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 when I have goot
opportunities for the ’ork:  pless my soul!

[Sings]
   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.

[Sings.]
   Melodious birds sing madrigals,—­
   Whenas I sat in Pabylon,—­
   And a thousand vagram posies. 
   To shallow,—­

[Re-enter simple.]

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

Evans
He’s welcome.

[Sings]
   To shallow rivers, to whose falls—­

Heaven prosper the right!—­What weapons is he?

Simple
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.
[Reads in a book.]

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