Slen. No faith not I. I thanke you,
I cannot abide the smell of hot meate
Nere since I broke my shin. Ile tel you how it came
By my troth. A Fencer and I plaid three venies
95 For a dish of stewd prunes, and I with my ward
Defending my head, he hot my shin. Yes faith.
Enter Maister Page.
Pa. Come, come Maister Slender, dinner staies for you.
Slen. I can eate no meate, I thanke you.
Pa. You shall not choose I say.