Page 2894 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

FIRST SERVINGMAN

Here’s a strange alteration!

SECOND SERVINGMAN
By my hand, I had thought to have strucken him with a cudgel, and yet my
mind gave me his clothes made a false report of him.

FIRST SERVINGMAN
What an arm he has! He turned me [155] about with his finger and his thumb

as one would set up a top.

SECOND SERVINGMAN

Nay, I knew by his face that there was something in him. He had, sir, a kind
of face, methought − I cannot tell how to term it. [160]

FIRST SERVINGMAN
He had so, looking as it were − Would I were hanged, but I thought there
was more in him than I could think.

SECOND SERVINGMAN
So did I, I’ll be sworn. He is simply the rarest man i’th’world. [165]

FIRST SERVINGMAN
I think he is. But a greater soldier than he you wot one.

SECOND SERVINGMAN

Who, my master?

FIRST SERVINGMAN

Nay, it’s no matter for that.

SECOND SERVINGMAN
Worth six on him. [170]

FIRST SERVINGMAN
Nay, not so neither. But I take him to be the greater soldier.