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- 64 The Second Part of
Shot. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can
do it : I commend you well. Francis Feeble ! 160
Fee. Here, sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.
Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? 164
Fal. You may; but if he had been a man's
tailor he'd have pricked you. Wilt thou make
as many holes in an enemy's battle as thou hast
done in a woman's petticoat? 168
Fee. I will do my good will, sir: you can
have no more.
Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well
said, courageous Feeble ! Thou wilt be as valiant 172
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. 176
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 180
suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Fee. It shall suffice, sir.
Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.
Who is next? 184
Shal. Peter Bullcalf o' the green !
Fal. Yea, marry, let's see Bullcalf.
Bull. Here, sir.
Fal. Tore God, a likely fellow ! Come, prick 188
me Bullcalf till he roar again.
Bull. O Lord! good my lord captain, —
Fal. What! dost thou roar before thou art
pricked? 192
167 battle: army 180 thousands: i.e., vermin
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