[Caius.] Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.
Exeunt.
[ACT III.]
[ III. 1 Scene I.] A field near Frogmore.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans and Simple.
Evans. 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 physic?
5 Sim. Marry, sir, the [pittie-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.
Sim. I will, sir. Exit.
10 Evans. 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 my soul!— [Sings.]