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- Scene I] Merry Wives of Windsor 103
Quickly. Vengeance of Jenny's case ! fie on her I
never name her, child, if she be a whore.
Evans. For shame, oman.
Quickly. You do ill to teach the child such words.
— He teaches him to hick and to hack, which they '11
do fast enough of themselves, and to call horum. —
Fie upon you !
Evans. Oman, art thou lunatics ? hast thou no un-
derstandings forthy cases and the numbers of the
genders ? Thou art as foolish Christian creatures as
I would desires. 71
Mrs. Page. Prithee, hold thy peace.
Evans. Show me now, William, some declensions
of your pronouns.
William. Forsooth, I have forgot.
Evans. It is qui, quae, quod ; if you forget your
quies, your quaes, and your quods, you must be
preeches. Go your ways and play ; go.
Mrs. Page. He is a better scholar than I thought
he was. 80
Evans. He is a good sprag memory. Farewell,
Mistress Page.
Mrs. Page. Adieu, good Sir Hugh. — [Exit Sir
Hugh .] Get you home, boy. — Come, we stay too
long. \Exeunt.
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