Enter Doctor Caius and Rugby
Vat is the clock, Jack?
'Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised
By gar, he has save his soul dat he is no come. He
has pray his Pible well dat he is no come. By gar, Jack
Rugby, he is dead already if he be come.
He is wise, sir. He knew your worship would kill
him if he came.
By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him.
Take your rapier, Jack. I vill tell you how I vill kill him.
Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
Villainy, take your rapier.
Forbear. Here's company.
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page
Bless thee, bully doctor!
Save you, Master Doctor Caius!
Now, good Master Doctor!
Give you good morrow, sir.
Vat be you all, one, two, tree, four, come for?
To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee
traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there, to see thee
pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance,
thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead,
my Francisco? Ha, bully? What says my Aesculapius?
My Galen? My heart of elder? Ha? Is he dead, bully
stale? Is he dead?
By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld. He
Jack (n.) 1
Jack-in-office, ill-mannered fellow, lout, knave
is not show his face.
Thou art a Castalion-King-Urinal. Hector of
[unclear meaning] Castilian [Spanish]; Castalian [sacred spring on Mt Parnassus]
Greece, my boy!
I pray you bear witness that me have stay six or
seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.
He is the wiser man, Master Doctor. He is a
curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies. If you should
fight, you go against the hair of your professions. Is it
not true, Master Page?
Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great
fighter, though now a man of peace.
Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old
and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches
to make one. Though we are justices and doctors and
churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
youth in us. We are the sons of women, Master Page.
'Tis true, Master Shallow.
It will be found so, Master Page. Master
Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am
sworn of the peace. You have showed yourself a wise
physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a wise and
patient churchman. You must go with me, Master
Pardon, guest justice. – A word, Mounseur
Mockvater? Vat is dat?
Mockwater, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.
By gar, then I have as much mockvater as de
Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! By gar, me vill cut
He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
Clapper-de-claw? Vat is dat?
That is, he will make thee amends.
By gar, me do look he shall clapper-de-claw me,
for, by gar, me vill have it.
And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.
Me tank you for dat.
And moreover, bully, – (Aside to the others) But
first, Master guest, and Master Page, and eke Cavaliero
Slender, go you through the town to Frogmore.
Sir Hugh is there, is he?
He is there. See what humour he is in; and I will
bring the doctor about by the fields. Will it do well?
We will do it.
PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER
Adieu, good master
By gar, me vill kill de priest, for he speak for a
jackanape to Anne Page.
Let him die. Sheathe thy impatience; throw cold
water on thy choler. Go about the fields with me
through Frogmore. I will bring thee where Mistress
Anne Page is, at a farmhouse a-feasting; and thou shalt
woo her. Cried game? Said I well?
By gar, me dank you vor dat. By gar, I love you,
and I shall procure-a you de good guest – de earl, de
knight, de lords, de gentlemen, my patients.
For the which I will be thy adversary toward
Anne Page. Said I well?
By gar, 'tis good. Vell said.
Let us wag, then.
Come at my heels, Jack Rugby.