Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow! Come, prick me[3926]165
Bullcalf till he roar again.
Bull. O Lord! good my lord captain,—[3927]
Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?[3928]
Bull. O Lord, sir! I am a diseased man.[3927]
Fal. What disease hast thou?170
Bull. A whoreson cold, sir, a cough, sir, which I caught
with ringing in the king's affairs upon his coronation-day,
sir.
Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we
will have away thy cold; and I will take such order that175
thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all?
Shal. Here is two more called than your number; you[3929]
must have but four here, sir: and so, I pray you, go in with
me to dinner.
Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot180
tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, Master[3930]
Shallow.
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all
night in the windmill in Saint George's field?[3931]