her drudgery: you need not to have pricked me;
there are other men fitter to go out than I. 128
Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy! you shall go.
Mouldy, it is time you were spent.
Moul. Spent!
Shal. Peace, fellow, peace! stand aside: know 132
you where you are? For the other, Sir John:
let me see. Simon Shadow!
Fal. Yea, marry, let me have him to sit
under: he's like to be a cold soldier. 136
Shal. Where's Shadow?
Shad. Here, sir.
Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou?
Shad. My mother's son, sir. 140
Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy
father's shadow: so the son of the female is the
shadow of the male: it is often so, indeed; but
not of the father's substance. 144
Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?
Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick
him, for we have a number of shadows to fill up
the muster-book. 148
Shal. Thomas Wart?
Fal. Where's he?
Wart. Here, sir.
Fal. Is thy name Wart? 152
Wart. Yea, sir.
Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.
Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir John?
Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is 156
built upon his back, and the whole frame stands
upon pins: prick him no more.
147 shadows: names, for which we receive pay, though we have not the men
