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Evans. [Jeshu] pless my soul! how full of chollors I am and trempling of mind! I shall be glad if he have deceiv’d 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.]

“To shallow rivers, to whose falls

Melodious birds sings madrigals;

There will we make our peds of roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies.

To shallow—”

Mercy on me! I have a great dispositions to cry.

[Sings.]

“Melodious birds sing madrigals—

When as I sat in Pabylon—

And a thousand vagram posies.

To shallow, etc.”

[Enter Simple.]

Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.

Evans. He’s welcome.

[Sings.]

“To shallow rivers, to whose falls—”

Heaven prosper the right! What weapons is he?

Sim. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, Master Shallow, and another gentleman—from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.

Evans. Pray you give me my gown, or else keep it in your arms.

[Reads in a book.]

[Enter] Page, Shallow, Slender.