MISTRESS QUICKLY.
And Master Slender’s your master?
SIMPLE.
Ay, forsooth.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Does he not wear a great round beard, like a glover’s paring-knife?
SIMPLE.
No, forsooth, he hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard, a Cain-coloured beard.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
A softly-sprighted man, is he not?
SIMPLE.
Ay, forsooth. But he is as tall a man of his hands as any is between this and his head. He hath fought with a warrener.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
How say you? O, I should remember him. Does he not hold up his head, as it were, and strut in his gait?
SIMPLE.
Yes, indeed, does he.
MISTRESS QUICKLY.
Well, heaven send Anne Page no worse fortune! Tell Master Parson Evans I will do what I can for your master. Anne is a good girl, and I wish—
Enter Rugby.