55 Page. I think you know him; Master Doctor Caius, the renowned French physician.
Evans. Got’s will, and his passion of my heart! I had as lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
Page. Why?
60 Evans. He has no more knowledge in Hibocrates and Galen,—and he is a knave besides; a cowardly knave as you would [desires] to be acquainted withal.
Page. I warrant you, he’s the man should fight with him.
65 Slen. [Aside] O sweet Anne Page!
Shal. It appears so, by his weapons. Keep them asunder: here comes Doctor Caius.
[Enter Host, Caius, and Rugby.]
Page. Nay, good master parson, keep [in] your weapon.
Shal. So do you, good master doctor.