ork. 'Pless my soul!
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow--
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
Melodious birds sing madrigals--
When as I sat in Pabylon--
And a thousand vagram posies.
To shallow &c.
Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
He's welcome.
To shallow rivers, to whose falls-
Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?
No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master
Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over
the stile, this way.
Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
How now, master Parson! Good morrow, good Sir Hugh.
Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good student
from his book, and it is wonderful.
Ah, sweet Anne Page!
'Save you, good Sir Hugh!
'Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you!
What, the sword and the word! do you study them
both, master parson?
And youthful still! in your doublet and hose this
raw rheumatic day!
There is reasons and causes for it.
We are come to you to do a good office, master parson.
Fery well: what is it?
Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who, belike
having received wrong by some person, is at most
odds with his own gravity and patience that ever you
saw.
I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity and learning, so
wide of his own respect.
What is he?
I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the
renowned French physician.
Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as
lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Why?
He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,
--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave as you
would desires to be acquainted withal.
I warrant you, he's the man should fight with him.
O sweet Anne Page!
It appears so by his weapons. Keep them asunder:
here comes Doctor Caius.
Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.
So do you, good master doctor.
Disarm them, and let them question: let them keep
their limbs whole and hack our English.
I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear.
Vherefore vill you not meet-a me?
Pray you, use your patience:
in good time.
By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
Pray you let us not