Fool. How now, fool?
Adeline. What, sirrah? call you me fool?
Fool. 'Faith may I, sir; when you call me fellow. Hail to you, sir, you are very well met. Nay you need not be ashamed of me for a companion; simple though I seem, we fools come of a great family, with a number of rich relations.
Adeline. Why do you follow the camp, fool?
Fool. For the same reason that a blind beggar follows his dog;—though it may lead me where my neck may be broke, I can't get on in the world without it. You, sir, I take it, are come, like me, to shoot your bolt at the enemy?
Adeline. I come, partly, indeed, among other purposes, to offer my weak aid to the army.
Fool. Your weakness, sir, acts marvellously wisely: you'll be the clean-shaved Nestor of the regiment.
Adeline. If I could find your leader, I would vouch, too, for the integrity of this my follower, to be received into the ranks.
Gregory. Oh no, you need not put yourself to the trouble of vouching for me.
Fool. Right; for your knave, when great folks have occasion for him, is received with little inquiry into his character. Marry, let an honest man lack their assistance, and starving stares him in the face, for want of a recommendation.