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- Scene IV] Merry Wives of Windsor 41
go inquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well,
that he comes not home. 41
[Singing] And down, down, ado7vn-a, etc.
Enter Doctor Caius
Caius. Vat is you sing ? I do not like dese toys.
Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet un boitier
vert, a box, a green-a box ; do intend vat I speak ?
a green-a box.
Quickly, Ay, forsooth ; I '11 fetch it you. — \_Aside\
I am glad he went not in himself ; if he had found
the young man, he would have been horn-mad. 49
Cams. Fe, fe, fe, fe ! ma foi, il fait fort chaud.
Je m'en vais a la cour — la grande affaire.
Quickly. Is it this, sir ?
Caius. Oui ; mette le au mon pocket ; d^peche,
quickly. Vere is dat knave Rugby?
Quickly. What, John Rugby ! John 1
Re-enter Rugby
Rugby. Here, sir !
Caius. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack
Rugby. Come, take-a your rapier, and come after
my heel to the court.
Rugby. 'T is ready, sir, here in the porch. 60
Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long. — Od 's me !
Qu'ai-j'oubli^ ! dere is some simples in my closet,
dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind.
Quickly. Ay me, he '11 find the young man there,
and be mad I
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