Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, courageous Feeble! thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove or most magnanimous mouse.-Prick the woman's tailor well, Master Shallow; deep, Master Shallow.

Fee. I would Wart might have gone, sir. Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst mend him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private soldier that is the leader of so many thousands; let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.

Fee. It shall suffice, sir.

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Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.[Bardolph puts him on one side with the others.] Who is next?

Shal. Peter Bullcalf o' the green! Fal. Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf. Bull. [Coming forward] Here, sir. Fal. Fore God, a likely fellow!-Come, prick me Bullcalf till he roar again.

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Bull. A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs upon his coronation-day, sir.

Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we will have away thy cold; and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee. [Bardolph puts him with the others]Is here all?

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Shal. Here is two more call'd than your number; you must have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. [They rise.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master Shallow.

Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmill in Saint George's field?

Fal. No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.

Shal. Ha! 't was a merry night. Jane Nightwork alive?

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Fal. She lives, Master Shallow. Shal. She never could away with me. Fal. Never, never; she would always say she could not abide Master Shallow.

Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well?

Fal. Old, old, Master Shallow.

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