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Third Servingman complete text   Third Servingman. What fellow's this? 4.5.18       Main play link   Third Servingman. What have you to do here, fellow? Pray you, avoid 4.5.21         the house. 4.5.22       Main play link   Third Servingman. What are you? 4.5.24       Main play link   Third Servingman. A marvellous poor one. 4.5.26       Main play link   Third Servingman. Pray you, poor gentleman, take up some other 4.5.28         station; here's no place for you; pray you, avoid: come. 4.5.29       Main play link   Third Servingman. What, you will not? Prithee, tell my master what a 4.5.31         strange guest he has here. 4.5.32       Main play link   Third Servingman. Where dwellest thou? 4.5.34       Main play link   Third Servingman. Under the canopy! 4.5.36       Main play link   Third Servingman. Where's that? 4.5.38       Main play link   Third Servingman. I' the city of kites and crows! What an ass it is! 4.5.40         Then thou dwellest with daws too? 4.5.41       Main play link   Third Servingman. How, sir! do you meddle with my master? 4.5.43       Main play link   Third Servingman. O slaves, I can tell you news,-- news, you rascals! 4.5.174       Main play link   Third Servingman. I would not be a Roman, of all nations; I had as 4.5.176         lieve be a condemned man. 4.5.177       Main play link   Third Servingman. Why, here's he that was wont to thwack our general, 4.5.179         Caius Marcius. 4.5.180       Main play link   Third Servingman. I do not say 'thwack our general;' but he was always 4.5.182         good enough for him. 4.5.183       Main play link   Third Servingman. Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son 4.5.192         and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no 4.5.193         question asked him by any of the senators, but they 4.5.194         stand bald before him: our general himself makes a 4.5.195         mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and 4.5.196         turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But 4.5.197         the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i' 4.5.198         the middle and but one half of what he was 4.5.199         yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty 4.5.200         and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says, 4.5.201         and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he 4.5.202         will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled. 4.5.203       Main play link   Third Servingman. Do't! he will do't; for, look you, sir, he has as 4.5.205         many friends as enemies; which friends, sir, as it 4.5.206         were, durst not, look you, sir, show themselves, as 4.5.207         we term it, his friends whilst he's in directitude. 4.5.208       Main play link   Third Servingman. But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, 4.5.210         and the man in blood, they will out of their 4.5.211         burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with 4.5.212         him. 4.5.213       Main play link   Third Servingman. To-morrow; to-day; presently; you shall have the 4.5.215         drum struck up this afternoon: 'tis, as it were, a 4.5.216         parcel of their feast, and to be executed ere they 4.5.217         wipe their lips. 4.5.218       Main play link   Third Servingman. Reason; because they then less need one another. 4.5.231         The wars for my money. I hope to see Romans as cheap 4.5.232         as Volscians. They are rising, they are rising. 4.5.233       Main play link   REMOVE line numbers    Return to top