Excerpt: ...good friends Fal. Is thy name Mouldie? Moul. Yea, if it please you Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert vs'd Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent. Things that are mouldie, lacke vse: very singular good. Well saide Sir Iohn, very well said Fal. Pricke him Moul. I was prickt well enough before, if you could haue let me alone: my old Dame will be vndone now, for one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery; you need not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe out, then I Fal. Go too: peace Mouldie, you shall goe. Mouldie, it is time you were spent Moul. Spent? Shallow. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you where you are? For the other sir Iohn: Let me see: Simon Shadow Fal. I marry, let me haue him to sit vnder: he's like to be a cold souldier Shal. Where's Shadow? Shad. Heere sir Fal. Shadow, whose sonne art thou? Shad. My Mothers sonne, Sir Falst. Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fathers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers substance Shal. Do you like him, sir Iohn? Falst. Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster-Booke Shal. Thomas Wart? Falst. Where's he? Wart. Heere sir Falst. Is thy name Wart? Wart. Yea sir Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart Shal. Shall I pricke him downe, Sir Iohn? Falst. It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vpon his backe, and the whole frame stands vpon pins: prick him no more Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble Feeble. Heere sir Shal. What Trade art thou Feeble? Feeble. A Womans Taylor sir Shal. Shall I pricke him, sir? Fal. You may: But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Battaile, as thou hast done in a Womans petticote? Feeble. I will doe my good will sir, ...