ACT III
SCENE I. A field near Frogmore
Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.
EVANS.
I pray you now, good Master Slender’s servingman, and friend Simple by your name, which way have you looked for Master Caius, that calls himself doctor of physic?
SIMPLE.
Marry, sir, the Petty-ward, the Park-ward, every way; old Windsor way, and every way but the town way.
EVANS.
I most fehemently desire you, you will also look that way.
SIMPLE.
I will, Sir.
[Exit Simple.]
EVANS
Pless my soul, how full of cholers 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 good opportunities for the ’ork. Pless my soul!
[Sings.]