SCENE 1. A field near Frogmore.
[Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and SIMPLE.]
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
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
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 goot opportunities for the 'ork: pless
To shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sings madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.
Melodious birds sing madrigals,--
Whenas I sat in Pabylon,--
And a thousand vagram posies.
Yonder he is, coming this way, Sir Hugh.
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. [Reads in a book.]
[Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.]
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.
[Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!