Caius._ Vere is mine host de Jarteer?

_Host._ Here, master doctor, in perplexity and doubtful
dilemma.

_Caius._ I cannot tell vat is dat: but it is tell-a me dat
you make grand preparation for a duke de Jamany: by my 80
trot, dere is no duke dat the court is know to come. I tell
you for good vill: adieu. [_Exit._

_Host._ Hue and cry, villain, go!--Assist me, knight. --I
am undone!--Fly, run, hue and cry, villain!--I am undone!

[_Exeunt Host and Bard._ 85

_Fal._ I would all the world might be cozened; for I
have been cozened and beaten too. If it should come to
the ear of the court, how I have been transformed, and how
my transformation hath been washed and cudgelled, they
would melt me out of my fat drop by drop, and liquor 90
fishermen's boots with me: I warrant they would whip me
with their fine wits till I were as crest-fallen as a dried pear.
I never prospered since I forswore myself at primero. Well,
if my wind were but long enough [to say my prayers,] I
would repent. 95

_Enter MISTRESS QUICKLY._

Now, whence come you?

_Quick._ From the two parties, forsooth.

_Fal._ The devil take one party, and his dam the other!
and so they shall be both bestowed. I have suffered more
for their sakes, more than the villanous inconstancy of 100
man's disposition is able to bear.

_Quick._ And have not they suffered? Yes, I warrant;
speciously one of them; Mistress Ford, good heart, is
beaten black and blue, that you cannot see a white spot
about her. 105

_Fal._ What tellest thou me of black and blue? I was
beaten myself into all the colours of the rainbow; and I
was like to be apprehended for the witch of Brentford: but
that my admirable dexterity of wit, my counterfeiting the
action of an old woman, delivered me, the knave constable 110
had set me i' the stocks, i' the common stocks, for a
witch.

_Quick._ Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber:
you shall hear how things go; and, I warrant, to your content.
Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, 115
what ado here is to bring you together! Sure, one of you
does not serve heaven well, that you are so crossed.

_Fal._ Come up into my chamber. [_Exeunt._

NOTES: IV, 5

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