1    Jack Rugby!

2    Sir?

3    Vat is de clock, Jack?

4    'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet.

5    By gar, he has save his soul, dat he is no come; he
6    has pray his Pible well, dat he is no come: by gar,
7    Jack Rugby, he is dead already, if he be come.

8    He is wise, sir; he knew your worship would kill
9    him, if he came.

10   By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him.
11   Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.

12   Alas, sir, I cannot fence.

13   Villany, take your rapier.

14   Forbear; here's company.

15   Bless thee, bully doctor!

16   Save you, Master Doctor Caius!

17   Now, good master doctor!

18   Give you good morrow, sir.

19   Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?

20   To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee
21   traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to
22   see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy
23   distance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is
24   he dead, my Francisco? ha, bully! What says my
25   AEsculapius? my Galen? my heart of elder? ha! is
26   he dead, bully stale? is he dead?

27   By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld; he
28   is not show his face.

29   Thou art a Castalion-King-Urinal. Hector of Greece, my boy!

30   I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or
31   seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.

32   He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a curer of
33   souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should
34   fight, you go against the hair of your professions.
35   Is it not true, Master Page?

36   Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great
37   fighter, though now a man of peace.

38   Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old and of
39   the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to
40   make one. Though we are justices and doctors and
41   churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
42   youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.

43   'Tis true, Master Shallow.

44   It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor
45   Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of
46   the peace: you have showed yourself a wise
47   physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise
48   and patient churchman. You must go with me, master doctor.

49   Pardon, guest-justice. A word, Mounseur Mockwater.

50   Mock-vater! vat is dat?

51   Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.

52   By gar, den, I have as mush mock-vater as de
53   Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me
54   vill cut his ears.

55   He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.

56   Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?

57   That is, he will make thee amends.

58   By gar, me do look he shall clapper-de-claw me;
59   for, by gar, me vill have it.

60   And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.

61   Me tank you for dat.

62   And, moreover, bully,--but first, master guest, and
63   Master Page, and eke Cavaleiro Slender, go you
64   through the town to Frogmore.

65   Sir Hugh is there, is he?

66   He is there: see what humour he is in; and I will
67   bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do well?

68   We will do it.

69   Adieu, good master doctor.

70   By gar, me vill kill de priest; for he speak for a
71   jack-an-ape to Anne Page.

72   Let him die: sheathe thy impatience, throw cold
73   water on thy choler: go about the fields with me
74   through Frogmore: I will bring thee where Mistress
75   Anne Page is, at a farm-house a-feasting; and thou
76   shalt woo her. Cried I aim? said I well?

77   By gar, me dank you for dat: by gar, I love you;
78   and I shall procure-a you de good guest, de earl,
79   de knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.

80   For the which I will be thy adversary toward Anne
81   Page. Said I well?

82   By gar, 'tis good; vell said.

83   Let us wag, then.

84   Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.