Then the boy’s fat l’envoy, the goose that you bought;
And he ended the market.
105 Arm. But tell me; how was there a Costard broken in
a shin?
Moth. I will tell you sensibly.
Cost. Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak
that l’envoy:
[110] I Costard, running out, that was safely within,
Fell over the threshold, and broke my shin.
Arm. We will talk no more of this matter.