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 Françoyes? ha, bully? what says my
Æsculapius? 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.
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
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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, 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 yourself 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 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-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 tank you for dat.
Host.
And moreover, bully: but first, Mr. Guest,
and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero 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?
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Shal.
We will do it.
All.
Adieu, good Mr. Doctor.
[Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender.
Caius.
By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak
for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Host.
Let him die; but, first, sheath thy impatience;
throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields
with me through Frogmore; 5 note
I will bring thee where
mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and
thou shalt woo her. Cry aim, said I well?
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Caius.
By gar, me tank 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.
Caius.
Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.
[Exeunt.
Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
