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Caius. Fe, fe, fe, fe! ma foi, il fait fort [chaud. O, je m’en] vois à la cour—la grande affaire.

Quick. Is it this, sir?

Caius. Oui, mette le au mon pocket; dépêche, quickly. Vere is dat knave Rugby?

Quick. What, John Rugby! John!

Rug. 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.

Rug. ’Tis ready, sir, here in the porch.

Caius. By my trot, I tarry too long. ’Od’s me! Qu’ai-je oublié? 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? Villainy! laroon! [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? 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.