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ACT III IT
Scene I IT
Enter 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 Pitty-ward, the Park-ward, every [5] 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.
[Going aside.]
EVANS
Pless my soul, how full of chollors I am, and [10] 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!
[Singing.]
To shallow rivers, to whose falls [15]
Melodious birds sing madrigals;
There will we make our peds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
To shallow −
