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He’s sent a hole through it. Come, that’s a bore!

(Running in with the apple, the arrow sticking in tt.)

He’s pierced the rosy apple to the core.

Rosy! young upstart. Come, that’s like your cheek.
Well, for your life you ’ve had an arrow squeak.

(Aside.) They ’ll doubtless claim our promise to be hooking.
We can’t be off it well.

(Aszde:) There’s no one looking.

[ Commences eating the apple.

I’ve paid my shot, so p’raps youll let me go.
But there’s an old score not yet clear’d, you know.

Say, if you’d missed it, what would you have done ?

TELL. I should have punched you, had I drill’d my son.