Caius. You jack’nape, [give-a] this letter to Sir Hugh; by gar, it is a shallenge: I [will] cut his troat in de park; and I [will] teach a scurvy jack-a-nape priest to meddle or make. You may be gone; it is not good you tarry here. —By I. 4.
100 gar, I [will] cut all his two stones; by gar, he shall not have a stone to [throw] at his dog.
Exit Simple.
Quick. Alas, he speaks but for his friend.
Caius. It is no matter-a [ver] dat:—do not you tell-a me dat I shall have Anne Page for myself?—By gar, I vill 105 kill de Jack priest; and I have appointed mine host of de [Jarteer] to measure our weapon:—By gar, I will myself have Anne Page.
Quick. Sir, the maid loves you, and all shall be well. We must give folks leave to prate: what, the [good-jer]!
110 Caius. Rugby, come to the court with me. By gar, if I have not Anne Page, I shall turn your head out of my door. Follow my heels, Rugby.
Exeunt Caius and Rugby.
Quick. You shall have An fool’s-head of your own. No, I know Anne’s mind for that: never a woman in 115 Windsor knows more of Anne’s mind than I do; nor can do more than I do with her, I thank heaven.
Fent. [Within] Who’s within there? ho!
Quick. Who’s there, I trow? Come near the house, I pray you.