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Yet, Martius, that was much, Your hand: most welcome!

1. Serv. Here's a strange alteration!

2. Serv. By my hand, I had thought to

have strucken him with a cudgel; and yet my

mind gave me his clothes made a false report of

him.

1. Serv. What an arm he has! He turned me

about with his finger and his thumb, as one would

set up a top.

2. Serv. Nay, I knew by his face that there

was something in him: he had, sir, a kind of face,

methought,—I cannot tell how to term it.

1. Serv. He had so; looking as it were,—would

I were hanged but I thought there was more in

him than I could think.

2. Serv. So did I, I'll be sworn: he is simply

the rarest man i' the world.

1. Serv. I think he is; but a greater soldier

than he you wot on.

2. Serv. Who? my master?

1. Serv. Nay, it's no matter for that.

2. Serv. Worth six on him.

1. Serv. Nay, not so neither; but I take him

to be the greater soldier.

2. Serv. Faith, look you, one cannot tell how

to say that: for the defence of a town our general

is excellent.

1. Serv. Ay, and for an assault too.

 153 S. d. Enter Servingmen; cf. n.

158 gave me: misgave me, made me suspect

162 set up: start spinning

172 he on: the man you know of, i.e. Aufidius; cf. n.

