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Nym. With both the humours, I:

I will difcufs the humour of this love to Page.
Pift. And I to Ford fhall eke unfold,

How Falstaff, varlet vile,

His dove will prove, his gold will hold,

And his foft couch defile.

Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incenfe Page to deal with poifon; I will poffefs him with yellownefs, for the revolt of mien is dangerous: that is my true hu

mour.

Pift. Thou art the Mars of malcontents: I fecond thee; troop on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

A Room in Dr. CAIUS's Houfe.

Enter Mrs. QUICKLY, SIMPLE, and RUGBY. Quick. What, John Rugby!-I pray thee, go to the casement, and fee if you can fee my mafter, master Doctor Caius, coming: if he do, i'faith, and find any body in the house, here will be an old abufing of God's patience, and the king's English.

Rug. I'll go watch.

[Exit RUGBY.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a poffet for't soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a fea-coal fire. An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever fervant fhall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breedbate his worft fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is fomething peevish that way: but nobody but has his fault; -but let that pafs. Peter Simple, you fay your name is ? Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

Quick. And master Slender's your master?
Sim. Ay, forfooth.

Quick

Quick. Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover's paring knife?

Sim. No, forfooth: he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard; a Cain-colour'd beard.

Quick. A foftly-fprighted man, is he not?

Sim. Ay, forfooth: but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a

warrener.

Quick. How fay you ?-0, I should remember him. Does he not hold up his head, as it were? and ftrut in his gait?

Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.

Quick. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worfe fortune! Tell master Parfon Evans, I will do what I can for your mafter: Anne is a good girl, and I wish

Re-enter RUGBY.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master.

Quick. We fhall all be fhent: Run in here, good young man; go into this closet. [Shuts Simple in the closet.] He will not ftay long.-What, John Rugby! John, what, John, I fay!-Go, John, go enquire for my master; I doubt, he be not well, that he comes not home:-and down, down, adown-a, &c. [fings.

Enter Doctor CAIUS.

Caius. Vat is you fing? I do not like defe toys. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd; a box, green-a box; Do intend vat I fpeak? a green-a box. Quick. Ay, forfooth, I'll fetch it you. I am glad he nt not in himfelf: if he had found the young man, he uld have been horn-mad.

[Afide. Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m'en vais à la Cour,—la grande affaire.

Quick. Is it this, fir?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depeche, quickly: Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John!

Rug. Here, fir.

Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de

court.

Rug. 'Tis ready, fir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long:-Od's me! Qu'ay j'oublié ? dere is fome fimples in my clofet, dat I vill not for the varld I fhall leave behind.

Quick. Ah me! he'll find the young man there, and be mad.

Caius. O diable, diable! vat is in my closet ?-Villainy larron! [Pulling Simple out.] Rugby, my rapier. Quick. Good master, be content.

Caius. Verefore fhall I be content-a?
Quick. The young man is an honest man.

Caius. Vat fhall de honeft man do in my clofet? dere is no honeft man dat fhall come in my closet.

Quick. I befeech you, be not fo phlegmatic; hear the truth of it: He came of an errand to me from Parfon Hugh. Caius. Vell.

Sim. Ay, forfooth, to defire her to

Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-Speak-a your tale.

Sim. To defire this honeft 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 you?-Rugby, baillez me some paper; tarry you a little-a while.

[Writes.

Quick. I am glad he is fo quiet: if he had been thoroughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and fo melancholy:-But notwithstanding, man, I'll do your mafter 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 houfe; and I wash, wring, brew, bake, fcour, 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 notwithftanding (to tell you in your ear, I would have no words of it;) my mafter 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'nape, give-a dis letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a fhallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a fcurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make-you may be gone; it is not good you tarry here: by gar, I vill cut all his two ftones; by gar, he fhall not have a ftone to trow at his dog. [Exit SIMPLE. Quick. Alas, he fpeaks 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 hoft of de Jar terre to measure our weapon:-by gar, I vill myself have Anne Page.

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Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all fhall be well: we must give folks leave to prate: What, the good-jer! Caius. Rugby, come to de court vit me;-By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I fhall turn your head out of my door-Follow my heels, Rugby.

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Quick. You fhall have An fools-head of your own. No, I know Anne's mind for that: never a woman in Windfor knows more of Anne's mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.

Fent. [Witbin.] Who's within there? ho!

Quick. Who's there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.

Enter FENTON.

Fent. How now, good woman? How doft thou? Quick. The better, that it pleafes your good worship to ask.

Fent. What news? How does pretty mistress Anne?

Quick. In truth, fir, and fhe 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, thinkeft thou? Shall I not

lofe my

fuit?

Quick. Troth, fir, all is in his hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I'll be fworn 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 fuch another Nan; but, I'deteft, an honest maid as ever broke bread: We had an hour's talk of that wart;—I fhall never laugh but in that maid's company!-But, indeed, she is given too much to allicholly and musing: But for you-Well, go to.

Fent. Well, I fhall fee her to-day: Hold, there's mo. ney for thee; let me have thy voice in my behalf: If thou feeft her before me, commend me

Quick. Will I 'faith, that we will; and I will tell

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