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.
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
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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-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?
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 † notewoo her. Cry'd game, said I
well?
Caius.
By gar, me tank you vor dat: by gar I love you;
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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.
George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
