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How long have you worn this hair?
FAULKNER.
I have worn this hair ever since I was born.
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You know that’s not my question, but how long
Hath this shag fleece hung dangling on they head?
FAULKNER. How long, my lord? why, sometimes thus long, sometimes lower, as the Fates and humors please.
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So quick, sir, with me, ha? I see, good fellow,
Thou lovest plain dealing. Sirrah, tell me now,
When were you last at barbers? how long time
Have you upon your head worn this shag hair?
FAULKNER. My lord, Jack Faulkner tells no Aesops fables: troth, I was not at barbers this three years; I have not been cut not will not be cut, upon a foolish vow, which, as the Destinies shall direct, I am sworn to keep.
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When comes that vow out?
FAULKNER.
Why, when the humors are purged, not this three years.
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Vows are recorded in the court of Heaven,
For they are holy acts. Young man, I charge thee
And do advise thee, start not from that vow:
And, for I will be sure thou shalt not shrieve,
Besides, because it is an odious sight
To see a man thus hairy, thou shalt lie
In Newgate till thy vow and thy three years
Be full expired.—Away with him!
FAULKNER.
My lord—