Falst. a man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the stature,
Falst. mer: come off, and on, swifter then hee that gibbets on
Falst. the Brewers Bucket. And this same halfe‑fac'd fellow,
Falst.
Shadow, giue me this man: hee presents no marke to the
Falst. the edge of a Pen‑knife: and for a Retrait, how swiftly
Falst.
will this Feeble, the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giue
Falst. me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a
Falst. go‑too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes