:46:00
Your Highness...
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I would break Skogan's head
at school when a child!
:46:10
And the very same day,
I'd hit a Sampson Stockfish...
:46:14
...a fruiterer, behind Gray's inn.
:46:16
Jesu, the mad days I have spent!
:46:21
Master Silence, let's see those
men, Master Silence.
:46:25
Name them in order, cousin.
Quick!
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Mouldy.
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- Mouldy?
- Yes, my lord.
:46:35
It is time you were spent.
:46:39
Mouldy!
:46:43
Things that are mouldy,
lack use.
:46:46
Prick him.
:46:47
You need not to have
pricked me...
:46:49
...my old dame'll be undone
now for one to do the drudgery.
:46:53
- Prick him.
- Prick him!
:46:56
- Thomas Wart.
- Here, sir.
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- There are other men fitter.
- Stand aside, Mouldy.
:47:05
- Is Wart good enough, sir?
- His apparel is built upon his...
:47:09
...back, prick him no more.
- Then, Simon Shadow.
:47:14
Shadow? Shadow will
serve good for summer.
:47:17
You can do it, sir!
:47:20
Prick him.
:47:22
Let's see another.
:47:29
Francis Feeble, cousin!
:47:32
- What trade art thou, Feeble?
- A woman's tailor, sir.
:47:35
Wilt thou make as many holes
in an enemy's battle as thou...
:47:38
...hast done in a woman's robe?
- I'll do my good, but no more.
:47:41
Well said!
Well said, courageous Feeble!
:47:46
Thou wilt be as valiant
as a magnanimous mouse!
:47:50
Prick the woman's tailor,
Master Silence.
:47:53
Prick him, Master Silence.
:47:57
- Who is next?
- Peter Bullcalf of the Green!