The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare
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QUICKLY.
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 m'en vais a la cour-- la grande affaire. QUICKLY. Is it this, sir? CAIUS. Oui; mettez le au mon pocket: depechez, quickly--Vere is dat knave, Rugby? QUICKLY. What, John Rugby? John! [Re-enter Rugby.] RUGBY. Here, sir. CAIUS. You are John Rugby, and you are Jack Rugby: come, take-a your rapier, and come after my heel to de court. RUGBY. 'Tis ready, sir, here in the porch. |
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