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- 40 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act I
fault is, that he is given to prayer ; he is something
peevish that way. But nobody but has his fault ; but
let that pass. — Peter Simple, you say your name is ?
Simple. Ay, for fault of a better.
Quickly. And Master Slender 's your master ?
Simple. Ay, forsooth.
Quickly. Does he not wear a great round beard,
like a glover's paring-knife ? 19
Simple. No, forsooth ; he hath but a little wee
face, with a little yellow beard, a Cain-coloured
beard.
Quickly. A softly-sprighted man, is he not ?
Simple. Ay, forsooth, but he is as tall a man of his
hands as any is between this and his head ; he hath
fought with a warrener.
Quickly. How say you? — O, I should remember
him ; does he not hold up his head, as it were, and
strut in his gait ?
Simple. Yes, indeed, does he. 30
Quickly. Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse
fortune I Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what
I can for your master. Anne is a good girl, and I
wish — Re-enter Rugby
Rugby. Out, alas I here comes my master. \_Exit.
Quickly. 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 ! what, John, I say ! — Go, John,
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