Fal. Is thy name Wart?
Wart. Yea, sir.
Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.135
Shal. Shall I prick him down, Sir John?[3919]
Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon[3920]
his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins: prick him
no more.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha! you can do it, sir; you can do it: I140
commend you well. Francis Feeble!
Fee. Here, sir.
Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.
Shal. Shall I prick him, sir?145