Shal. Where's Shadow?120
Shad. Here, sir.
Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou?
Shad. My mother's son, sir.
Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough, and thy father's
shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of the male:125
it is often so, indeed; but much of the father's substance![3916]
Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?
Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick him, for we[3917]
have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.[3918]
Fal. Where's he?
Wart. Here, sir.