Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old and of the peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one. Though we are justices and doctors and churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.
By my soul, Master Page, even though I’m old and peaceful now, if I see a sword drawn, my finger itches to use it. Even though we’re justices and doctors and churchmen, Master Page, we still have some fire from our youth left in us; we are still the sons of women, Master Page.
Robert Shallow · Act 2, Scene 3
Shallow admits that even though he is old and sworn to peace as a justice, the sight of a drawn sword still makes his finger itch to join the fight. The line resonates because it is a man admitting that age and office cannot kill the fire that youth put in him. Shallow's confession that he and his peers are still 'sons of women' suggests that appetite and rage never fully leave us.
By gar, den, I have as mush mock-vater as de Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me vill cut his ears.
By God, then, I have as much bravery as any Englishman. Damn priest! By God, I’ll cut off his ears.
Doctor Caius · Act 2, Scene 3
Caius is boasting that he has as much courage as any Englishman and swearing to cut off Sir Hugh Evans' ears in revenge for some slight. The line sticks because it is all fury and no sense—Caius is so caught up in wounded pride that he sounds childish and dangerous at once. His rage over Evans' courtship of Anne Page shows how quickly this society turns on itself.
Vat is de clock, Jack?
What time is it, Jack?
Doctor Caius · Act 2, Scene 3
Doctor Caius, wound up and ready for a duel with Sir Hugh Evans, is checking how much time has passed since they agreed to meet. The line matters because it is the smallest possible question bearing the biggest impatience—Caius is burning to fight and cannot wait. His broken English and curt tone show a man reduced to urgency, stripped of ceremony.