enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level 288
at the edge of a penknife. And, for a retreat;
how swiftly will this Feeble the woman's tailor
run off! O! give me the spare men, and spare
me the great ones. Put me a caliver into Wart's 292
hand, Bardolph.
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.
Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:
very well: go to: very good: exceeding good. 296
O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopp'd,
bald shot. Well said, i' faith, Wart; thou'rt a
good scab: hold, there's a tester for thee.
Shal. He is not his craft's master, he doth 300
not do it right. I remember at Mile-end Green,
when I lay at Clement's Inn,—I was then Sir
Dagonet in Arthur's show,—there was a little
quiver fellow, and a' would manage you his 304
piece thus: and a' would about and about, and
come you in, and come you in; 'rah, tah, tah,'
would a' say; 'bounce,' would a' say; and away
again would a' go, and again would a' come: I 308
shall never see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellows will do well, Master Shal-
low. God keep you, Master Silence: I will not
use many words with you. Fare you well, gentle- 312
men both: I thank you: I must a dozen mile
to-night. Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.
Shal. Sir John, the Lord bless you! God pros-
per your affairs! God send us peace! At your 316
return visit our house; let our old acquaintance
be renewed: peradventure I will with ye to the
court.
292 caliver: light musket
294 traverse: march
297 chopp'd: chapped
299 tester: sixpence
301-303 Cf. n.
304 quiver: nimble
306 come you in: make a home thrust
307 bounce: bang
