Quick. We shall all be shent. Run in here, good young man; go into this closet: he will not stay long. [[Shuts Simple in the closet.]] What, John Rugby! John! 35 what, John, I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home.
[Singing] And down, down, adown-a, &c.
[Enter Doctor Caius.]
Caius. Vat is you sing? I do not like [des toys]. Pray you, go and vetch me in my closet [un boitier] vert,—a box, 40 a green-a box: do intend vat I speak? a green-a box.
Quick. 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 45 m’en vais 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!
I. 4.
50 Rug. Here, sir!