of fouls, and you a curer of bodies: if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions: Is it not true, master Page? Page: Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, tho' now a man of peace. Sbal. Body-kins, Mr. Page, tho' I now be old, and of peace, if I fee a sword out, my finger itches to make one; tho' we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, Mr. Page, we have fome salt of our youth in us; we are the fons of women, Mr. Pages Page. 'Tis true, Mr. Shallow. Shal. It will be found so, Mr. Page. Mr. Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home, I am sworn of the peace; you have shew'd yourself a wife physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wife and patient church-man: you must go with me, Mr. Doctor. Hoft. Pardon, guest-justice; a word, Monfieur mock-water. ( Caius. Mock-vater? vat is dat? Hoft. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully. 59 Caius. By gar, then I have as much mock-vater as de Englishman, scurvy-jack-dog-prieft; by gar, me vill cut his ears. Hoft. He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully. Caius. Clapper-de-claw? vat is dat? Hoft. That is, he will make thee amends. + ر Caius. By gar, me do look, he shall clapper-de-claw me; for by gar, me vill have it. Hoft. And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag. Caius. Me tank you for dat. Host. And moreover, bully: but first, Mr. Guest, and Mr. Page, and eek Cavaliero Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore. Page. Sir Hugh is there, is he? Hoft. He is there; fee, what humour he is in; and I will bring the Doctor about the fields: will it do well? : Shal. We will do it.. All. Adieu, good Mr. Doctor. [Exeunt Page, Shallow and Slender. Caius. By gar, me vill kilt de prieft; for he fpeak for a jack-an-ape to Anne Page. 1 Hoft. Let him die; but, first, sheath thy impatience; throw cold water on thy choler; go about the fields with me through Frogmore; 5 I will bring thee where mistress Anne Page is, at a farm-house a feasting; and thou shalt woo her. Cry aim, faid I well? 5.1 will bring thee where Anne Page is, at a farm-bause a feasting; and thou shalt woo her, CRY'D GAME; Said I well?] Mr. Theobald alters this nonsense to try'd game; that is, to nonfense of a worse complexion. Shakespear wrote and pointed thus, CRY AIM, said I well? i. e. consent to it, approve of it. Have not I made a good proposal? for to cry aim fignifies to confent to, or approve of any thing. So again in this play, p. 300, And to these violent proceedings all my neighbours shall CRY AIM, i. e. approve them. And again in King John, Act 2. Scene 2. It ill becomes this presence to CRY AIM To these ill-tuned repetitions, . to approve of, or encourage them. The phrase was taken, originally, from archery. When any one had challenged another to shoot at the butts (the perpetual diversion, as well as exercise, of that time) the standers-by used to say one to the other, Cry aim, i. e. accept the challenge. Thus Beaumont and Fletcher, in the Fair maid of the inn, Act 5, make the Duke say, ; must I cry AIME To this unheard of insolence i e. encourage it, and agree to the request of the duel, which one of his subjects had infolently demanded against the other. here it is remarkable, that the senseless editors not knowing what to make of the phrase Cry aim, read it thus, But must I cry AI-ME: As if it was a note of interjection. So again Maffinger in his Guardian, I will CRY AIM, and in another room Determine of my vengeance And again, in his Renegado, to play the Pandor To the Viceroy's loofe embraces, and CRY AIM, While he by force or flattery But the Oxford Editor transforms it to Cock o' th' Game; and his improvements of Shakespear's language abound with these modern elegancies of speech, such as Mynbeers, Bull baitings, &c. Caius. By gar, me tank you vor 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. Haft. For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne Page: faid I well? Caius. By gar, 'tis good; vell faid. Hoft. Let us wag then. Caius. Come at my heels, Jack Rugby. [Exeunt. T I ACT III. SCENE I. Frogmore, near Windfor. Pray you now, good master Slender's servingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you look'd for master Caius, that calls himself Doctor of Physick? Simp. Marry, Sir, the Pitty-wary, the Park-ward, every way, old Windfor way, and every way but the town way. Eva. I most fehemently defire you, you will alfo look that way. Simp. I will, Sir. Eva. 'Plefs my foul, how full of chollars I am, and trempling of mind! I shall be glad, if he have deceiv'd me; how melanchollies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard, when I have good opportunities for the orke: 'Pless my foul! [Sings, being afraid. i By Shallow rivers, to whose falls By Shallow-'Mercy on me! I have a great difpofitions to cry. Melodious birds fing madrigalls-When as I fat in Pabilon; and a thousand vragrant pofies. By shallow, &c. 2. Simp. 1 By shallow rivers, &c.] This is part of a beautiful little poem of the author's, which poem, and the answer to it, the reader will not be displeased to find here. : The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. 1 Live with me, and be my Love, : With Coral Clasps, and Amber Studs. For thy Delight each May Morning. Simp. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh. Eva. He's welcome. By shallow rivers, to whose falls Heav'n profper the right! what weapons is he? Eva. Pray you, give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms. The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd. If that the World and Love were young, In Folly ripe, in Reason rotten. Thy Belt of Straw and Ivie Buds, Thy Coral Clafps and Amber Studs, All these in me no means can move, A ... To come to thee, and be thy LoveY But could Youth last, and Love still breed, Had Joys no date, and Age no need; Then these Delights my Mind might move, To live with thee, and be thy Love. |