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First Servingman:
I think he is: but a greater soldier than he you wot on.
Second Servingman:
Who, my master?
First Servingman:
Nay, it's no matter for that.
Second Servingman:
Worth six on him.
First Servingman:
Nay, not so neither: but I take him to be the
greater soldier.
Second Servingman:
Faith, look you, one cannot tell how to say that:
for the defence of a town, our general is excellent.
First Servingman:
Ay, and for an assault too.
Third Servingman:
O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals!
First Servingman:
What, what, what? let's partake.
Third Servingman:
I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as
lieve be a condemned man.
First Servingman:
Wherefore? wherefore?
Third Servingman:
Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general,
Caius Marcius.
First Servingman:
Why do you say 'thwack our general '?
Third Servingman:
I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always
good enough for him.
Second Servingman:
Come, we are fellows and friends: he was ever too
hard for him; I have heard him say so himself.
First Servingman:
He was too hard for him directly, to say the troth
on't: before Corioli he scotched him and notched
him like a carbon ado.
Second Servingman:
An he had been cannibally given, he might have
broiled and eaten him too.
First Servingman:
But, more of thy news?
Third Servingman:
Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
Second Servingman:
And he's as like to do't as any man I can imagine.
Third Servingman:
Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as
many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it
were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as
we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude.
First Servingman:
Directitude! what's that?
Third Servingman:
But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again,
and the man in blood, they will out of their
burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with
him.
First Servingman:
But when goes this forward?
Third Servingman: