Bots. Noble lad, how dost thou?
Spill. As welcome as the tobacco and the wine, boy.
Tear. Damn me, thou art.
Fee. Bless me (save you, gentlemen), they have not one face among 'em! I could wish myself well
from them: I would I had put out something upon my return; I had as lief be at Barmuthoes.[106]
Well. Pray, welcome this gentleman.
Spill. Is he valiant?
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Well. Faith, he's a little faulty that way; somewhat of a bashful and backward nature, yet I have brought him amongst you, because he hath a great desire to be fleshed.
[Aside.
Fee. Yes, faith, sir, I have a great desire to be fleshed; now Master Welltried said he would bring me to the only fleshmongers in the town.