SCENE IIIA field near Windsor.
Enter CAIUS and RUGBY.
Vat is de clock, Jack?
'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh
promised to meet.
By gar, he has save his soul, dat he
is no come; he has pray his Pible well, dat he
is no come: by gar, Jack Rugby, he is dead
already, if he be come.
He is wise, sir; he knew your worship (11)
would kill him, if he came.
By gar, de herring is no dead so as
I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill
tell you how I vill kill him.
Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
Villany, take your rapier.
Forbear; here's company.
Enter HOST, SHALLOW, SLENDER, and PAGE.
Bless thee, bully doctor!
Save you, Master Doctor Caius! (20)
Now, good master doctor!
Give you good morrow, sir.
Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four,
To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to
see thee traverse; to see thee here, to see thee
there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock,
thy reverse, thy distance, thy montant. Is he
dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my Francisco?
ha, bully! What says my AEsculapius?
my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, (31)
bully stale? is he dead?
By gar, he is de coward Jack priest
of de vorld; he is not show his face.
Thou art a Castalion-King-Urinal.
Hector of Greece, my boy!
I pray you, bear vitness that me
have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him,
and he is no come.
He is the wiser man, master 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
Master Shallow, you have yourself
been a great fighter, though now a man of
Bodykins, Master Page, though I now
be old and of the peace, if I see a sword out,
my finger itches to make one. Though we are
justices and doctors and churchmen, Master
Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; (51)
we are the sons of women, Master
'Tis true, Master Shallow.
It will be found so, Master Page.
Master Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you
home. I am sworn of the peace: you have
showed yourself a wise physician, and Sir
Hugh hath shown himself a wise and patient
churchman. You must go with me, master
Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur (60)
Mock-vater! vat is dat?
Mock-water, in our English tongue,
is valor, bully.
By gar, den, I have as mush mockvater
as de Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog
priest! by gar, me vill cut his ears.
He will clapper-claw thee tightly,
Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
That is, he will make thee amends.
By gar, me do look he shall clapper-de-claw
me; for, by gar, me vill have it.
And I will provoke him to't, or let
Me tank you for dat.
And, moreover, bully,--but first,
master guest, and Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro
Slender, go you through the town to
Frogmore. [Aside to them.
Sir Hugh is there, is he?
He is there: see what humor he is
in; and I will bring the doctor about by the
fields. Will it do well?
We will do it.
Page., Shal., and Slen.
Adieu, good master doctor.
[Exeunt Page, Shal., and Slen.
By gar, me vill kill de priest; for
he speak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page.
Let him die; sheathe 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.
Cried I aim? said I well?
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.
For the which I will be thy adversary
toward Anne Page. Said I well? (100)
By gar, 'tis good; veil said.
Let us wag, then.
Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.