RUGBY
Out, alas! Here comes my master.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man, go into this closet. He will not stay long.
[Simple steps into the closet.]
What, John Rugby! John! What, John, I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master. I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home.
[Exit Rugby.]
[Sings.] And down, down, adown-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 une boîtine verte, a box, a green-a box. Do intend vat I speak? A green-a box.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Ay, forsooth, I’ll 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.
CAIUS.
Fe, fe, fe fe! Ma foi, il fait fort chaud. Je m’en vais à la cour—la grande affaire.