Page.
Host.
'Bless thee, Bully-doctor.
Shal.
Save you, Mr. Doctor Caius.
Page.
Now, good Mr. 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 the foigne, to see the
traverse, to see the here, to see the there, to see the pass
by puncto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy
montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my
Francisco? Ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? My
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Galen? my heart of elder? Ha! is he dead, bully-stale
Is he dead* note?
Caius.
By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld;
he is not show his face.
Host.
Thou art a Castalian 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 a wiser man, Mr. Doctor; he is a curer
of souls, and you are 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, tho' now a man of peace.
Shal.
Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho' I now be old, and of
peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make
one; tho' we are justices, and doctors, and church-men,
Mr. Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are
the sons of women, Mr. Page.
Page.
'Tis true, Mr. Shallow.
Shal.
It will be found so, Mr. Page. Mr. Dr. Caius,
I am come to fetch you home; I am sworn of the
peace; you have shewed yourself a wise physician,
and Sir Hugh hath shewn himself a wise and patient
church-man: you must go with me, Mr. 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 scurvy jack-dog-priest; by gar me will cut his
ears.
Host.
He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Caius.
Clapper de-claw? Vat is dat† note?
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Host.
That is, he will make thee amends.
Caius.
By gar me do look he shall clapper-de-claw
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, Mr. Guest, and
Mr. Page, and eke Cavalerio Slender, go you through the
town to Frogmore.
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 Mr. Doctor.
[Exit Page, Shal. and Slen.
Caius.
By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for
a jack-an ape to Anne Page.
Host.
Sheath 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:
said I well?
Caius.
By gar, me tank you vor dat! by gar, I love
you; and I will 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.* note
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John Bell [1774], Bell's Edition of Shakespeare's Plays, As they are now performed at the Theatres Royal in London; Regulated from the Prompt Books of each House By Permission; with Notes Critical and Illustrative; By the Authors of the Dramatic Censor (Printed for John Bell... and C. Etherington [etc.], York) [word count] [S10401].
