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it is. ’A shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer’s
          hammer,  come  off  and  on  swifter  than  he  that  gibbets  on  the  brewer’s
          bucket. And this same half-faced fellow, Shadow. Give [255] me this man. He
          presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level at

          the  edge  of  a  penknife.  And  for  a  retreat,  how  swiftly  will  this  Feeble  the
          woman’s tailor run off! O, give me the spare men, and spare me the great
          ones. Put me a caliver into Wart’s [260] hand, Bardolph.



              BARDOLPH
          Hold, Wart, traverse. Thus, thus, thus.



              FALSTAFF
          Come, manage me your caliver. So. Very well. Go to. Very good, exceeding

          good. O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopped, bald shot. Well said, i’
          faith, [265] Wart. Th’ art a good scab. Hold, there’s a tester for thee.



              SHALLOW
          He is not his craft’s master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end
          Green, when I lay at Clement’s Inn − I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur’s show
          − there was a little quiver fellow, and ’a would manage [270] you his piece

          thus, and ’a would about and about, and come you in and come you in. ‘Rah,
          tah, tah’, would ’a say, ‘Bounce’, would ’a say, and away again would ’a go,
          and again would ’a come. I shall ne’er see such a fellow.



              FALSTAFF
          These  fellows  will  do  well,  Master  Shallow.  [275]  God  keep  you,  Master

          Silence. I will not use many words with you. Fare you well, gentlemen both. I
          thank you. I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.



              SHALLOW
          Sir  John,  the  Lord  bless  you!  God  prosper  your  [280]  affairs!  God  send  us
          peace! At your return visit our house, let our old acquaintance be renewed.
          Peradventure I will with ye to the court.




              FALSTAFF
          ’Fore God, would you would, Master Shallow.
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