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- Icene III] Merry Wives of Windsor 67
Caius. 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.
Rugby, He is wise, sir ; he knew your worship
would kill him if he came. n
Caius. By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill
kill him. Take your rapier, Jack ; I vill tell you how
vill kill him.
Rugby. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
Caius. Villany, take your rapier.
Rugby. Forbear ; here 's company.
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page
Host. Bless thee, bully doctor !
Shallow. Save you. Master Doctor Caius !
Page. Now, good master doctor ! 20
Slender. Give you good morrow, sir.
Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come
tor?
Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see
lee traverse ; to see thee here, to see thee there ; to
je thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy
listance, thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian ?
he dead, my Francisco ? ha, bully ! What says my
^sculapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is
le dead, bully stale ? is he dead ? 30
Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de
rorld ; he is not show his face.
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