cense Page 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-A Room in Dr. Caius's House.

Enter Mistress 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.

Quick. Go; and we'll have a posset for❜t soon at night, in faith, at the latter end of a sea-coal fire. [Exit RUGBY.] An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal; and, I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breedbate his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way; but nobody but has his fault;-but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is ?

Sim. Ay, for fault of a better.

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

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 Cain-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?-O, 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

Re-enter RUGBY.

Rug. Out, alas! here comes my master. Quick. We shall all be shent 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 my master; I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home.

[Sings.] And down, down, adown-a, &c.

Enter Dr. 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.[Aside.] I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young man, he would have been horn-mad.

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?

Caius. Ouy; mette le au mon pocket; depêche, quickly-vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John!

Rug. Here, sir.

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, 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? -Villain! larron! [Pulling SIMPLE out.] Rugby, my rapier.

Quick. Good master, be content.

Caius. Verefore shall I be content-a?

Quick. That 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 flegmatic; hear the truth of it: he came of an errand to me from parson Hugh.

Caius. Vell.

Sim. Ay, forsooth, to desire her to-
Quick. Peace, I pray you.

Caius. Peace-a your tongue :-speak-a your

tale.

Sim. To desire this honest 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. [aside to SIMPLE.] I am glad he is so quiet if he had been throughly moved, you should have heard him so loud, and so melancholy. But notwithstanding, man, I'll do you 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. [aside.] 'Tis a great charge, to come under one body's hand.

Quick. [aside.] 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 shallenge: I vill cut his troat in de park; and I vill teach a scurvy jacka-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 throw at his dog. [Exit SIM. Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend. Caius. It is no matter-a ver 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 de 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.

Enter FENTON.

Fent. How now, good woman; how dost thou?

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 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, thinkest 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 above 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