Enter Doctor Caius and Rugby.
CAIUS.
Jack Rugby!
RUGBY.
Sir?
CAIUS.
Vat is de clock, Jack?
RUGBY.
’Tis past the hour, sir, that Sir Hugh promised to meet.
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.
CAIUS.
By gar, de herring is no dead so as I vill kill him. Take your rapier, Jack; I vill tell you how I vill kill him.
RUGBY.
Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
CAIUS.
Villainy, take your rapier.