, 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 doctor. Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur Mockwater. Mock-vater! vat is dat? Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully. By gar, den, I have as mush mock-vater as de Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me vill cut his ears. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. 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 him wag. 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. Sir Hugh is there, is he? He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do well? We will do it. Adieu, good master doctor. 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 for 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? By gar, 'tis good; vell said. Let us wag, then. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. I pray you now, good master Slender's serving-man, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for Master Caius, that calls himself doctor of physic? Marry, sir, the pittie-ward, the park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way. I most fehemently desire you you will also look that way. I will, sir. 'Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceived me. How melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard when I have good opportunities for the