Tom. Sirrah Ralph, an thou'lt go with me, I'll let thee see the bravest madman that ever thou sawest.
Ralph. Sirrah Tom, I believe 'twas he that was at our town a' Sunday: I'll tell thee what he did, sirrah. He came to our house, when all our folks were gone to church, and there was nobody at home but I, and I was turning of the spit, and he comes in, and bade me fetch him some drink. Now, I went and fetched him some; and ere I came again, by my troth, he ran away with the roast-meat, spit and all, and so we had nothing but porridge to dinner.
Tom. By my troth, that was brave: but, sirrah, he did so course the boys, last Sunday; and if ye call him madman, he'll run after you, and tickle your ribs so with his flap of leather that he hath, as it passeth.[156] [They spy Orlando.
Ralph. O, Tom, look where he is! call him madman.
Tom. Madman, madman.
Ralph. Madman, madman.
Orl. What say'st thou, villain? [Beats them.
So, now you shall be both my soldiers.
Tom. Your soldiers! we shall have a mad captain, then.
Orl. You must fight against Medor.