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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 73
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender
Shallow. How now, master parson ! Good mor-
row, good Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the
dice, and a good student from his book, and it is
wonderful.
Slender, [Aside'] Ah, sweet Anne Page 1
Page. Save you, good Sir Hugh ! 40
Evans. Pless you from his mercy sake, all of you !
Shallow. What, the sword and the word ! do you
study them both, master parson ?
Page. And youthful still ! in your doublet and
hose this raw rheumatic day !
'i. Evans. There is reasons and causes for it.
Page. We are come to you to do a good office,
master parson.
Evans. Fery well ; what is it ? 49
Page. Yonder is a most reverend gentleman, who,
belike having received wrong by some person, is at
most odds with his own gravity and patience that
ever you saw.
Shallow. I have lived fourscore years and upward ;
I never heard a man of his place, gravity, and learn-
ing, so wide of his own respect.
Evans. WHat is he ?
Page. I think you know him ; Master Doctor
Caius, the renowned French physician. 59
Evans. Got's will, and his passion of my heart I I
had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
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