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Rh Hail, mortal!

Hail!

Hail!

Hail!

I cry your worships mercy, heartily: I beseech your worship’s name.

Cobweb.

I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?

Peaseblossom.

I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?