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- King Henry the Fourth, III. ii 65
Bull. O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease hast thou?
Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir,
which I caught with ringing in the king's affairs 196
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 200
thee. Is here all?
Shal. Here is two more called than your
number; you must have but four here, sir: and
so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner. 204
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 208
lay all night in the windmill in Saint George'sfield?
Fal. No more of that, good Master Shallow,
no more of that. 212
Shal. Ha! 'twas a merry night. And is Jane
Nightwork alive?
Fal. She lives, Master Shallow.
Shal. She never could away with me. 216
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 220
hold her own well?
Fal. Old, old, Master Shallow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose
but be old; certain she's old; and had Robin 224
200 such order: such measures 216 away with: endure
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