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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 75
Cams. Diable ! Jack Rugby, — mine host de Jar-
teer, — have I not stay for him to kill him ? have I
not, at de place I did appoint ?
Evans. As I am a Christians soul noM^, look you,
this is the place appointed. I '11 be judgment by
mine host of the Garter.
Host. Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and
Welsh, soul-curer and body-curer !
Caius. Ay, dat is very good ; excellent. 97
Host. Peace, I say 1 hear mine host of the Garter.
Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ? Shall
I lose my doctor ? no ; he gives me the potions and
the motions. Shall I lose my parson, my priest, my
Sir Hugh? no; he gives me the proverbs and the
noverbs. — Give me thy hand, terrestrial ; so. — Give
me thy hand, celestial ; so. — Boys of art, I have
deceived you both ; I have directed you to wrong
places. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are
whole, and let burnt sack be the issue. — Come, lay
their swords to pawn. — Follow me, lads of peace ;
follow, follow, follow. ' 109
Shallow. Trust me, a mad host. — Follow, gentle-
men, follow.
Slender, [Aside] O sweet Anne Page 1
[Exeunt Shallow, Slender, Page, and Host,
Caius. Ha, do I perceive dat? have you make-a
de sot of us, ha, ha ?
Evans. This is well ; he has made us his vlout-
ing-stog. — I desire you that we may be friends ;
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