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Nay, good Master Parson, keep in your weapon.
SHALLOW.
So do you, good Master Doctor.
HOST.
Disarm them, and let them question. Let them keep their limbs whole and hack our English.
CAIUS.
I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your ear. Verefore will you not meet-a me?
EVANS.
[Aside to Caius.] Pray you, use your patience. In good time.
CAIUS.
By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John ape.
EVANS.
[Aside to Caius.] Pray you, let us not be laughing stocks to other men’s humours. I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.
[Aloud.] By Jeshu, I will knog your urinal about your knave’s cogscomb.
CAIUS.
Diable! Jack Rugby, mine Host de Jarteer, have I not stay for him to kill him? Have I not, at de place I did appoint?
EVANS.
As I am a Christians soul, now look you, this is the place appointed. I’ll be judgment by mine host of the Garter.
HOST.
Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and Welsh, soul-curer and body-curer!