We will do it.
Page, shallow, and slender.
Adieu, good Master Doctor.
[Exeunt page, shallow, and slender.]
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.
For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page: said I well?
By gar, ’tis good; vell said.
Let us wag, then.
Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.
Scene 1. A field near Frogmore.
[Enter sir Hugh Evans and simple.]
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?
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
I will, Sir.
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!
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
Melodious birds sing madrigals,—
Whenas I sat in Pabylon,—
And a thousand vagram posies.
Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls—
Heaven prosper the right!—What weapons is he?
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.]