Moul. I was prickt well enough before, if you could haue let me alone: my old Dame will be vndone now, for one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery; you need not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe out, then I
Fal. Go too: peace Mouldie, you shall goe. Mouldie,
it is time you were spent
Moul. Spent?
Shallow. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you
where you are? For the other sir Iohn: Let me see: Simon
Shadow
Fal. I marry, let me haue him to sit vnder: he's like to
be a cold souldier
Shal. Where's Shadow?
Shad. Heere sir
Fal. Shadow, whose sonne art thou?
Shad. My Mothers sonne, Sir
Falst. Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fathers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers substance
Shal. Do you like him, sir Iohn?
Falst. Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For
wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster-Booke
Shal. Thomas Wart?
Falst. Where's he?
Wart. Heere sir
Falst. Is thy name Wart?
Wart. Yea sir