eman, who, belike
having received wrong by some person, is at most odds
with his own gravity and patience that ever you saw. 50

_Shal._ I have lived fourscore years and upward; I never
heard a man of his place, gravity, and learning, so wide of
his own respect.

_Evans._ What is he?

_Page._ I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, 55
the renowned French physician.

_Evans._ Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had
as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.

_Page._ Why?

_Evans._ He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and 60
Galen,--and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave as
you would desires to be acquainted withal.

_Page._ I warrant you, he's the man should fight with
him.

_Slen._ [_Aside_] O sweet Anne Page! 65

_Shal._ It appears so, by his weapons. Keep them asunder:
here comes Doctor Caius.

_Enter HOST, CAIUS, and RUGBY._

_Page._ Nay, good master parson, keep in your weapon.

_Shal._ So do you, good master doctor.

_Host._ Disarm them, and let them question: let them 70
keep their limbs whole, and hack our English.

_Caius._ I pray you, let-a me speak a word with your
ear. Verefore vill you not meet-a me?

_Evans._ [_Aside to Caius_] Pray you, use your patience:
in good time. 75

_Caius._ By gar, you are de coward, de Jack dog, John
ape.

_Evans._ [_Aside to Caius_] Pray you, let us not be laughing-stocks
to other men's humours; I desire you in friendship,
and I will one way or other make you amends. 80
[_Aloud_] I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb
[for missing your meetings and appointments].

_Caius._ Diable!--Jack Rugby,--mine host de Jarteer,--have
I not stay for him to kill him? have I not, at de
place I did appoint? 85

_Evans._ As I am a Christians soul, now, look you, this
is the place appointed: I'll be judgement by mine host of
the Garter.

_Host._ Peace, I say, Gallia and Gaul, French and
Welsh, soul-curer and body-curer! 90

_Caius._ Ay, dat is very good; excellent.

_Host._ Peace, I say! hear mine host of the Garter. Am
I politic? am I subtle? am I a Machiavel? Shall I lose my
doctor? no; he gives me the potions and the motions.
Shall I lose my parson, my priest, my Sir Hugh? no;