Re-enter Simple.
III. 1.
25 Sim. Yonder he is coming, this way, Sir Hugh.
Evans. He’s welcome. — Sings.
[To shallow] rivers, [to whose] falls—
Heaven prosper the right!—What weapons is he?
Sim. No weapons, sir. There comes my master, 30 Master Shallow, and another gentleman, from Frogmore, over the stile, this way.
Evans. Pray you, give me my gown; or else keep it in your arms.
[Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.]
Shal. How now, master parson! Good morrow, good 35 Sir Hugh. Keep a gamester from the dice, and a good [student] from his book, and it is wonderful.
Slen. [Aside] Ah, sweet Anne Page!