does me this wrong. Terms sounds well; Lucifer, well; B are devil's additions, the nam old! wittol-cuckold! the dev a name.-Page is an ass, a s his wife, he will not be jeal Parson Hugh, the Welchma thief to walk my ambling gel herself: then she plots, then devises; and what they think effect, they will break their h -Heaven be prais'd for my the hour;-I will prevent reveng'd on Falstaff, and lau it; better three hours too late.-Fie, fie, fie! cuckold Enter CAIUS a Caius. Jack Rugby! Caius. Vat is de clock, Ja mis'd to meet. Caius. By gar, he has sav come; he has pray his P come: by gar, Jack Rugby, be come. Rug. He is wise, sir; he k kill him. Caius. By gar, de herring Enter Jous, and ROBERT. Enter FORD, PAGE, CATS, and EVANS. Ford. Pray you, come near; If I suspect without se, why then make sport at me, then let me be your jest; I deserve it.-How now, Mr. Ford. Why, what have you to do whither they bear it? you were best meddle with buck-washin Ford Back!-I would I could wash myself of the back! Buck, back, buck! Ay, buck; I warrant you back; and of the season too, it shall appear. [Exeunt Jous and ROBERT, with the Basket.] Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night; I'll tell you my dream.Here, bere, bere be my keys: ascend my chambers, warch, seek, find out: I'll warrant, we'll unkennel the fox-Let me stop this way first;-So, Page Good Master Ford, be contented; you wrong yourself too much. Ford True, Master Page-Up, gentlemen: you hall see sport anon: follow me, gentlemen. Page. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue HESE II. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOL Rag. Alas, sir, I cannot fence. Later HOST, SHALLOW, PAGE, SENDIR Et Bless thee, bally Doctor Give you good morrow, St. se thee fight, to see the frin, to the Francisco ha, bully! What say my Fully Stale? is he dead? bur, he is de coward of the world; he's ht, you go against the hair of your profes it not true, Master Page Master Shallow, you have yourself been her, though now a man of pace WIVES OF WINDSOR.' 53 o de fashion of France: it is [Exit CAIUS. e not a double excellency in not which pleases me better, eceived, or Sir John.. a taking was he in, when your as in the basket! <, my husband hath some special s being here; for I never saw him sy till now. lay a plot to try that: And we ricks with Falstaff. we send that foolish carrion, Misim, and excuse his throwing into him another hope, to betray him. ent? and of the peace, if I see a word out, my finger es to make one: though we an juntos, and ve and churchmen, Master Page ve lave me at do it; let him be sent for to-moro have amends. er FORD and PAGE. nd him.: may be, the knave bragg'd t compass. rd you that? ay; peace! -You use me well, aven make you better than your [Exit MRS. FORD. u do yourself mighty wrong, Master I must bear it. [Exit MRS. PAGE. r EVANS and CAIUS. e any pody in the house, and in the F 3 does me this wrong. Terms! names !-Amaimon sounds well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well: yet they are devil's additions, the names of fiends: but cuck- old! wittol-cuckold! the devil himself hath not such a name.-Page is an ass, a secure ass; he will trust his wife, he will not be jealous: I will rather trust Parson Hugh, the Welchman, with my cheese, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself then she plots, then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they think in their hearts they may effect, they will break their hearts but they will effect. -Heaven be prais'd for my jealousy !-Ten o'clock the hour;-I will prevent this, detect my wife, be reveng'd on Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it; better three hours too soon, than a minute too late.-Fie, fie, fie! cuckold! cuckold! cuckold! : Caius. Vat is de clock, Jack? Rug. "Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promis'd to meet. Caius. By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he has pray his Pible vell, dat he is no come by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come. Rug. He is wise, sir; he knew, your worship would kill him. Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead, só as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him. Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence. Caius. Villain-a, take your rapier. Enter HOST, SHALLOW, PAGE, and SLENDER. Host. 'Bless thee, bully Doctor. Shal. 'Save you, Master Doctor Caius. Page. Now, good Master Doctor! Slen. Give you good morrow, sir. Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for? Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my Esculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, bully Stale? is he dead? Caius. By gar, he is de coward of the vorld; he is not show his face. Host. Thou art a Castilian king, Urinal! Hector of Greece, my boy! Caius. I pray you, bear witness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come. Shal. He is the wiser man, Master Doctor: he is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions: is it not true, Master Page? Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace. Shal. Body-kins, Master Page, though I now be old, and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one: though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page. Page. 'Tis true, Master Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace: you have show'd yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient churchman: you must go with me, Master Doctor. Host. Pardon, guest justice:-A word, monsieur mock-water. Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat! Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully. Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman:-Scurvy jack-dog! by gar, me vill cut his ears. Host. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Host. That is, he will make thee amends. Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-declaw me; for, by gar, me vill have it. Host. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Me tank you for dat. Host. And moreover, bully,-But first, Master guest and Master Page, and eke Cavalero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. [Aside to them. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Host. He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the Doctor about the fields will it do well? Shal. We will do it. All. Adieu, good Master Doctor. [Exeunt PAGE, SHALLOW, and Slender, Caius. By gar, me vill kill de Welchman; for he speak for a jack-a-nape to Anne Page. Host. Let him die: but first sheathe thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler: go about |