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Nym. By welkin, and her star!
Nym. With both the humours, I:
How Falstaff, varlet vile,
And his soft couch defile. Nym. My humour shall not cool: I will incense Ford to deal with poison ; I will possess him with yellowness, for the revolt of mien is dangerous : that is my true humour.
Pist. Thou art the Mars of malcontents : I second thee; troop on.
SCENE IV.-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 anybody 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 tell-tale, nor no breed-bate : & his worst fault is that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but noboily but has his fault; but let that pass. Peter Simple you say your name is ?
Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.
a Bate is strite. It is “debate."
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 cane-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 warrener.
Quick. How say you ?-0, I should remember him : Does he not hold up his head, as it were ? and strut in his gait?
Sim. Yes, indeed, does he.
Quick. 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
Quick. We shall all be shent : a 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 thy master; I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home :- And down, down, adouin-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 verd; a box, a green-a box; Do intend vat I speak ? a green-a box.
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 grande affaire. Quick. Is it this, sir ?
a Shent-roughly handled.
Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; Depêche, quickly :-Vere is dat knave Rugby?
Quick. What, John Rugby! John !
Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby : Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the court.
Rug. 'T is 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 my closet ? Villainy! larron! [Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier. Quick. Good master, be content. Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a? Quick. The young man is an honest man.
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 Mrs. Anne Page for my master, in the
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 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. 'T is a great charge to come under one body's hand.
Quick. Are you avised 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’nape ; give-a dis letter to sir Hugh; by gar, it is a challenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy 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 stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to trow at his dog. [Exit Sim.
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 vid me :-By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door :-Follow my heels, Rugby.
(Exeunt Caius and RUGBY. Quick. You shall have An fool's-head of your own. 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.
Quick. The better that it pleases your good worship to ask.
Fent. What news ? how does pretty mistress Anne ?
Quick. In truth, sir, and she is pretty, and bonest, 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, think'st thou ? Shall I not lose my suit ?
Quick. Troth, sir, all is in His hands above: but notwithstanding, master Fenton, I 'll be sworn on a book, she loves you :-Have not your worship a wart ahove 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 allicholly 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 tell your worship more of the wart, the next time we have confidence; and of other wooers.
Fent. Well, farewell; I am in great haste now. [Exit.
Quick. Farewell to your worship.—Truly, an honest gentleman; bu+ Anne loves him not; for I know Anne's mind as well as another does :-Out upon 't! what have I forgot ?