Evans. No; master Slender is get the boys leave to play.
Quickly. Blessing of his heart!
Mrs. Page. Sir Hugh, my husband says, my son profits nothing in the world at his book. I pray you, ask him some questions in his accidence.
Evans. Come hither, William; hold up your head; come.
Mrs. Page. Come on, sirrah; hold up your head; answer your master, be not afraid.
Evans. William, how many numbers is in nouns?
William. Two.
Quickly. Truly, I thought there had been one number more, because they say, 'od's nouns.
Evans. Peace your tattlings!—What is fair, William?
William. Pulcher.