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enemy; the foeman may with as great aim level

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

hand, Bardolph.

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus.

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So:

very well: go to: very good: exceeding good.

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

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

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

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-

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

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 