hn Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby.
Come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to the
court.

_Rug._ 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

_Caius._ By my trot, I tarry too long. --Od's me! 55
Qu'ai-j'oublie! dere is some simples in my closet, dat I
vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.

_Quick._ Ay me, he'll find the young man there, and be
mad!

_Caius._ O diable, diable! vat is in my closet? Villain! 60
larron! [_Pulling Simple out._] Rugby, my rapier!

_Quick._ Good master, be content.

_Caius._ Wherefore shall I be content-a?

_Quick._ The young man is an honest man.

_Caius._ What shall de honest man do in my closet? 65
dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.

_Quick._ I beseech you, be not so phlegmatic. Hear the
truth of it: he came of an errand to me from Parson Hugh.

_Caius._ Vell.

_Sim._ Ay, forsooth; to desire her to-- 70

_Quick._ Peace, I pray you.

_Caius._ Peace-a your tongue. Speak-a your tale.

_Sim._ To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid,
to speak a good word to Mistress Anne Page for my
master in the way of marriage. 75

_Quick._ This is all, indeed, la! but I'll ne'er put my
finger in the fire, and need not.

_Caius._ Sir Hugh send-a you? Rugby, baille me some
paper. Tarry you a little-a while. [_Writes._

_Quick._ [_Aside to Simple_] I am glad he is so quiet: 80
if he had been throughly moved, you should have heard
him so loud and so melancholy. But notwithstanding,
man, I'll do you your master what good I can: and the
very yea and the no is, the French doctor, my master,--I
may call him my master, look you, for I keep his house; 85
and I wash, wring, brew, bake, scour, dress meat and drink,
make the beds, and do all myself,--

_Sim._ [_Aside to Quickly_] 'Tis a great charge to come
under one body's hand.

_Quick._ [_Aside to Simple_] Are you avised o' that? you 90
shall find it a great charge: and to be up early and down
late;--but notwithstanding,--to tell you in your ear; I
would have no words of it,--my master himself is in love
with Mistress Anne Page: but notwithstanding that, I know
Anne's mind,--that's neither here nor there. 95

_Caius._ You jack'nape, give-a this letter to Sir Hugh;
by gar, it is a shallenge: I will cut his troat in de park;
and I will teach a