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- 68 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act ii
Host. Thou art a Castilian, King Urinal ! Hector
of Greece, my boy !
Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay
six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no
come.
Shallow. He is the wiser man, master doctor. He
is a curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies ; if you
should fight, you go against the hair of your profes-
sions. —Is it not true, Master Page ? 41
Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a
great fighter, though now a man of peace.
Shallow. 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.
Page. 'T is true. Master Shallow. 50
Shallow. It will be found so. Master Page. —
Master Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home.
I am sworn of the peace ; you have showed yourself
a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shown himself a
wise and patient churchman. You must go with me,
master doctor.
Host. Pardon, guest-justice. — A word, Mounseur
Mock-water.
Caius. Mock-vater ! vat is dat ?
Host. Mock-water, in our English tongue, is
valour, bully. 61
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