Simple.
Evans.
I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man,
and friend Simple by your name, which way have
you look'd for master Caius, that calls himself
Doctor of Physick?
Simp.
Marry Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward,
every way, old Windsor way, and every
way but the town way.
Eva.
I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.
Simp.
I will, Sir.
Eva.
'Pless my soul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling
of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies
I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard,
when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Pless my soul:
[Sings, being afraid.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigalls;
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There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow—'Mercy on me, I have a great disposition to cry.
Melodious birds sing madrigal—when as I sat in Pabilon;—and
a thousand vagrant posies. To shallow, &c.
Simp.
Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Eva.
He's welcome.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls—
Heav'n prosper the right: what weapons is he?
Simp.
No weapons, Sir; there comes my master, Mr. Shallow,
and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
Eva.
Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms.
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].
