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Pist. Wilt thou revenge?
By welkin, and her star!
With both the humours, I;
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
And his soft couch defle.
Nym. My humour shall not cool : I will incense* Page to deal with poison; I will possess him with yellownesst, for the revolt of mięn is dangerous : that is my true humour.
Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee; troop on.
A room in Dr. Caius's house.
Enter Mrs. Quickly, Simple, and Rugby. • Quick. What; John Rugby!--I pray thee, go to the casement, and see if you can see my master, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the king's English. Rug. I'll go watch.
[Exit Rugby. Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no telltale, nor no breed-batet: bis worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevishộ that
way: but nobody but has his fault;- but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ?
Sim. Ay, for fault of a better. Quick. And master Slender's your master? Sim. Ay, forsooth. Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring-knife ?
Sim. No, forsooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard ; a Cain-coloured beard.
Quick. A softly-sprighted man, is he not?
Sim. Ay, forsooth : but he is as tall. a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a warrevert.
Quick. How say you?-O, I should remember him; does he not hold up his head, as it were? and strut in his gait?
Sim. Yes, indeed, does he. • Quiek. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell master parson Evans, I will do what I can for your master: Anne is a good girl, and I wish
Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.
Quick. We shall all be shentt: run in here, good young man; go into this closet. (Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not stay long.What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I say!-Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home:-and down, down, adoum-a, &c.
(Sings. Enter Doctor Caius. Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like dese toys; Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier vcrd ; a box, a green-a box; do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
* Brave.. + The keeper of a warren.
Quick. Ay, forsooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he went not in himself; if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad.
[Aside. Caius. Fe, fe fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la cour,-la grand affaire. Quick. Is it this, sir?
Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depeche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby?
Quick. What, Johu Rugby! John!
Caius. You are John Rogby, and you are Jack Rugby: come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court.
Rug. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.
Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié? dere is some simples in my closet. dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.
Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.
Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in iny closet?Villany! larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier.
Quick. Good master, be content.
Caius. Vat shall de honest man do in my closet ? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
Quick. I beseech you, be not so flegmatick; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.
Sim. To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page, for my master, in the way of marriage.
Quick. This is all, indeed, la; but I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire, and need not.
Caius. Sir Hugh send-a yoo -Rugby, baillez me some paper: Tarry you a little-a while. [writes.
Quick. I am glad he is so quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy;- but notwithstanding, man, I'll do your master what good I can: and the very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my master, I may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink, make the beds, and do all myself;
Sim. "Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.
Quick. Are you avis'd o' that? you shall find it a great charge: and to be up early, and down late; but notwithstanding to tell you in your ear; I would have no words of it); my master himself is in love with mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that,
I know Anne's mind, that's neither here nor there.
Caius. You jack'pape; give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jack-a-pape priest to meddle or make you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here:-by gar, I vill cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog.
Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
Caius. It is no matter-a for dat:-do not you tell a 'me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?-- by gar,
I vill kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de Jarterre to measure our weapon :-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer*!
Caius. Rugby, come to the court vit me ;-by
gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door:-Follow my heels, Rugby.
(Eieunt Caius and Rugby. Quick. You shall have An fools-head of yourown. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.
Fent. [Within.) Who's within there, ho?
Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.
Fen. How now, good woman; how dost thou?
Quick. The better, that it pleases your good worship to ask.
Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Aune? Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and honest, and gentle; and one that is your friend, I can tell you that by the way; I praise heaven for it.
Fent. Shall I do any good, thinkest thou? Shall I not lose my suit?
Quick. Troth, sir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, l'll be sworn on a book, she loves you:-Have not your worship a wart above your eye?
Fent. Yes, marry, have I; what of that?
Quick. Well, thereby hangs a tale ;-good faith, it is such another Nan:-but, I detest*, an honest maid as ever broke bread:-We had an hour's talk of that wart; I shall never laugh but in that maid's company. But, indeed, she is given too much to allichollyt and musing: but for you-Well, go to.
Fent. Well, I shall see her to-day: hold, there's money for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: if thou seest her before me, commend me
Quick. Will I? i'faith, that we will: and I will
* She means, I protest.