Caius. By gar, he is de coward Jack priest of de [vorld]; he is not show his face.
30 Host. Thou art a [Castalion]-King-Urinal. Hector of Greece, my boy!
Caius. I pray you, bear vitness that me have stay six or seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.
Shal. He is the wiser man, master doctor: he is a 35 curer of souls, and you a curer of bodies; if you should fight, you go against the hair of your professions. Is it not true, Master Page?
Page. Master Shallow, you have yourself been a great fighter, though now a man of peace.
40 Shal. Bodykins, Master Page, though I now be old, and of [the] peace, if I see a sword out, my finger itches to make one. Though we are justices, and doctors, and churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.
45 Page. ’Tis true, Master Shallow.
Shal. It will be found so, Master Page. Master Doctor Caius, I am come to fetch you home. I am sworn of the peace: you have shewed yourself a wise physician, and Sir Hugh hath shewn himself a wise and patient II. 3.
50 churchman. You must go with me, master doctor.
Host. Pardon, guest-justice. —[A word], Mounseur [Mock-water].
Caius. Mock-vater! vat is dat?