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 thee foigne, to see thee
traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee pass
thy Puncto, 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 Jack-Priest of de Vorld;
he is not show his Face.
-- 153 --
Host.
Thou art a Castalion-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, Mr. 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 your self 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. Doctor Caius,
I am come to fetch you home; I am sworn of the Peace;
you have shew'd your self a wise Physician, and Sir Hugh
hath shown himself a wise and patient Church-man: You
must go with me, Mr. Doctor.
Host.
Pardon, Guest-Justice; a Monsieur Mock-water.
Caius.
Mock-water? Vat is dat?
Host.
Mock-water, in our English Tongue, is Valour,
Bully.
Caius.
By gar, then I have as much Mock-water as de English-man:
Scurvy-Jack-dog-Priest; by gar, me vill cut his
Ears.
Host.
He will clapper-claw thee tightly, Bully.
Caius.
Clapper-de-claw? Vat is dat?
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 tanck you for dat.
Host.
And moreover, Bully; but first, Mr. Guest, and
Mr. Page, and eek 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?
-- 154 --
Shal.
We will do it.
All.
Adieu, good Mr. Doctor.
[Ex. Page, Shal. and Slen.
Caius.
By gar, me vill kill de Priest; for he speak for a
Jack-an Ape to Anne Page.
Host.
Let him die; 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
Cride-game; said I well?
Caius.
By gar, me dank you vor 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.
Come at my Heels, Jack Rugby.
[Exeunt.
Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].
