Rug. Alas, sir, I cannot fence.
15 Caius. Villainy, take your rapier.
Rug. Forbear; here’s company.
Enter Host, Shallow, Slender, and Page.
Host. Bless thee, bully doctor!
Shal. Save you, Master Doctor Caius!
Page. Now, good master doctor!
20 Slen. Give you good morrow, sir.
Caius. Vat be all you, one, two, [tree], four, come for?
Host. To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee traverse; to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance, thy II. 3.
25 montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? is he dead, my [Francisco]? ha, bully! What says my Æsculapius? my [Galen]? my heart of elder? ha! is he dead, bully-stale? is he dead?