The Merry Wives of Windsor Part 40

_Sir Hu._ G.o.d plesse you all from his mercies sake now.

_Pa._ What the word and the sword, doth that agree well? 20

_Sir Hu._ There is reasons and causes in all things, _I_ warrant you now.

_Pa._ Well sir _Hugh_, we are come to crane Your helpe and furtherance in a matter.

_Sir Hu._ What is _I_ pray you? 25

_Pa._ {I}faith tis this sir _Hugh_. There is an auncient friend of ours, a man of verie good sort, so at oddes with one patience, that _I_ am sure you would hartily grieue to see him. Now sir _Hugh_, you are a scholler well red, and verie perswasiue, we would intreate you to see if you could intreat him to patience. 30

_Sir Hu._ _I_ pray you who is it? Let vs know that.

_Pa._ I am shure you know him, tis Doctor _Cayus_.

_Sir Hu._ _I_ had as leeue you should tel me of a messe of poredge, He is an arant lowsie beggerly knaue: 35 And he is a coward beside.

_Pa._ Why Ile laie my life tis the man That he should fight withall.

_Enter Doctor and the Host, they offer to fight._

_Shal._ Keep them asunder, take away their weapons.

_Host._ Disarme, let them question. 40

_Shal._ Let them keepe their limbs hole, and hack our English.

_Doct._ Harke van vrd in your eare. You be vn daga And de {I}ack, coward preest.

_Sir Hu._ Harke you, let vs not be laughing stockes to other mens humors. By Ieshu _I_ will knock your vrinalls about your knaues c.o.c.k-comes, for missing your meetings and appointments. 45

_Doct._ O Ieshu mine host of de garter, _Iohn Rogoby_, Haue _I_ not met him at de place he make apoint, Haue I not?

_Sir Hu._ So kad vdge me, this is the pointment place, 50 Witnes by my Host of the garter.

_Host._ Peace I say gawle and gawlia, French and Wealch, Soule curer and bodie curer.

_Doc._ This be verie braue, excellent.

_Host._ Peace _I_ say, heare mine host of the garter, 55 Am _I_ wise? am I polliticke? am _I_ Matchauil?

Shal _I_ lose my doctor? No, he giues me the motions And the potions. Shal _I_ lose my parson, my sir _Hu_?

No, he giues me the prouerbes, and the nouerbes: Giue me thy hand terestiall, 60 So giue me thy hand celestiall: So boyes of art I haue deceiued you both, I haue directed you to wrong places, Your hearts are mightie, you skins are whole, _Bardolfe_ laie their swords to p.a.w.ne. Follow me lads 65 Of peace, follow me. Ha, ra, la. Follow.

_Exit Host._

_Shal._ Afore G.o.d a mad host, come let vs goe.

_Doc._ _I_ begar haue you mocka may thus?

I will be euen met you my Iack Host.

_Sir Hugh._ Giue me your hand doctor _Cayus_, 70 We be all friends: But for mine hosts foolish knauery, let me alone.

_Doc._ _I_ dat be veil begar _I_ be friends.

(_Exit omnes._

_Enter M. Foord._ [SC. IX.]

_For._ The time drawes on he shuld come to my house, Well wife, you had best worke closely, Or _I_ am like to goe beyond your cunning: I now wil seeke my guesse that comes to dinner, And in good time see where they all are come. 5

_Enter Shallow, Page, host, Slender, Doctor, and sir Hugh._

By my faith a knot well met: your welcome all.

_Pa._ I thanke you good M. _Ford_.

_For._ Welcome good M. _Page_, I would your daughter were here.

_Pa._ I thank you sir, she is very well at home. 10

_Slen._ Father _Page_ _I_ hope I haue your consent For Misteris _Anne?_

_Pa._ You haue sonne _Slender_, but my wife here, Is altogether for maister Doctor.

_Doc._ Begar I tanck her hartily. 15

_Host._ But what say you to yong Maister _Fenton?_ He capers, he daunces, he writes verses, he smelles All April and May: he wil cary it, he wil carit, Tis in his betmes he wil carite.

_Pa._ My host not with my consent: the gentleman is 20 Wilde, he knowes too much: If he take her, Let him take her simply: for my goods goes With my liking, and my liking goes not that way.

_For._ Well, I pray go home with me to dinner: Besides your cheare Ile shew you wonders: Ile 25 Shew you a monster. You shall go with me M. _Page_, and so shall you sir _{H}ugh_, and you Maister Doctor.

_{S. H}u._ If there be one in the company, I shal make two:

_Doc._ And dere be ven to, I sail make de tird:

_{S}ir {H}u_, In your teeth for shame,

_Shal._ wel, wel, G.o.d be with you, we shall haue the fairer Wooing at Maister _{P}ages:_

_Exit Shallow and Slender._

_Host._ Ile to my honest knight sir _Iohn Falstaffe_, And drinke Canary with him.

_Exit host._

For. I may chance to make him drinke in pipe wine, 35 First come gentlemen.