Shal.

It appears so, by his weapons.—Keep them asunder —here comes Doctor Caius.

Page.

Nay, good Mr. Parson, keep in your weapon.

Shal.

So do you, good Mr. Doctor.

Host.

Disarm them, and let them question; let them keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.

Caius.

I pray you, let a me speak a word with your ear: wherefore vil you not a meet-a me?

Eva.

Pray you, use your patience. In good time.

Caius.

By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.

Eva.

Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks to other mens humours. I desire you in friendship, and will one way or other make yon amends; I will knog your urinal about your knave's cogs-comb, for missing your meetings and appointments.

Caius.

Diable! Jack Rugby, mine Host de Jartere, have I not stay for him, to kill him? have I not, at de place I did appoint?

Eva.

As I am a christian's soul, now look you, this is the place appointed; I'll be judgment by mine Host of the Garter.

Host.

Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welch, soul-curer and body-curer.

Caius.

Ay, dat is very good, excellent.

Host.

Peace, I say; hear mine Host of the Garter. Am I politick? 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, terrestial; so.—Give me thy hand, celestial; so. Boys of art, I have deceiv'd you both: I have directed you to wrong places: your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burn'd sack be the issue. Come, lay their swords to pawn. Follow me, lad of peace. Follow, follow, follow.

Shal.

Trust me, a mad Host.—Follow, gentlemen, follow.

Slen.

O, sweet Anne Page!