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Here, sir.
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Here, sir.
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Robert Shallow. Ha, ha, ha! You can do it, sir; you can do it. I
you well. Francis Feeble!
Francis Feeble. Here, sir.
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A woman's tailor, sir.
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A woman's tailor, sir.
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Falstaff. What trade art thou, Feeble?
Francis Feeble. A woman's tailor, sir.
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I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.
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I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.
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Falstaff. You may; but if he had been a man's tailor, he'd ha'
prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's
thou hast done in a woman's petticoat?
Francis Feeble. I will do my good will, sir; you can have no more.
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I would Wart might have gone, sir.
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I would Wart might have gone, sir.
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Falstaff. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, courageous
Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove or most
magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman's tailor--well, Master
Shallow, deep, Master Shallow.
Francis Feeble. I would Wart might have gone, sir.
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It shall suffice, sir.
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It shall suffice, sir.
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Falstaff. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou mightst
him and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private
soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that
suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Francis Feeble. It shall suffice, sir.
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By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe
a death. I'll ne'er...
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By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe
a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind. An't be my destiny, so;
an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve 's Prince; and,
it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for
next.
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Bardolph. Go to; stand aside.
Francis Feeble. By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe
a death. I'll ne'er bear a base mind. An't be my destiny, so;
an't be not, so. No man's too good to serve 's Prince; and,
it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for
next.
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