I marry, let me haue him to sit vnder: he's like to
be a cold souldier
Shal. Where's Shadow?
Shad. Heere sir
Fal. Shadow, whose sonne art thou?
Shad. My Mothers sonne, Sir
Falst. Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fathers
shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow
of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers
substance
Shal. Do you like him, sir Iohn?
Falst. Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For
wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster-Booke
Shal. Thomas Wart?
Falst. Where's he?
Wart. Heere sir
Falst. Is thy name Wart?
Wart. Yea sir
Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart
Shal. Shall I pricke him downe,
Sir Iohn?
Falst. It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vpon
his backe, and the whole frame stands vpon pins: prick
him no more
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it: I
commend you well.
Francis Feeble
Feeble. Heere sir
Shal. What Trade art thou Feeble?
Feeble.
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