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He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried keeping house, afore I'll be in these trita and cakes. A captain! these villains will make the frights. So; murder, I warrant now. -Alas, word captain as odious as the word occupy; which alas! put up your naked weapons, put up your was an excellent good word before it was ill-sort- naked weapons. [Exeunt Pistol and Bardolph. ed: therefore, captains had need look to it. Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.

Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you. Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin? methought,

Pist. Not I tell thee what, corporal Bar- he made a shrewd thrust at your belly.

dolph ;

I could tear her :-I'll be revenged on her.
Page. Pray thee, go down.

Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's damn

Re-enter Bardolph.

Fal. Have you turned him out of doors?
Bard. Yes, sir. The rascal's drunk: you have

ed lake, to the infernal deep, with Erebus and tor-hurt him, sir, in the shoulder. tures vile also. Hold hook and line, say I. Down! Fal. A rascal! to brave me! down, dogs! down, faitors! Have we not Hiren Doll. Ah, you sweet little rogue, you! Alas, here ?2 poor ape, how thou sweat'st! Come, let me wipe Host. Good captain Peesel, be quiet; it is very thy face;-come on, you whoreson chops :-Ah, late, i'faith: I beseek you now, aggravate your rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as choler. Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten Shall times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain! Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a blanket.

Pist. These be good humours, indeed!

pack-horses,

And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,
Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,
Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals,'
And Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with
King Cerberus; and let the welkin roar.
Shall we fall foul for toys?

Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter

words.

Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow to a brawl anon.

Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins;

Have we not Hiren here?

Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet.

Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis:4 Come, give's some sack.

Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me contenta.

Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Give me some sack;-and, sweetheart, lie thou there. [Laying down his sword. Come we to full points here; and are et ceteras nothing?

Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

Pist. Sweet knight, I kiss thy neif: What! we have seen the seven stars.

Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.

Pist. Thrust him down stairs! know we not Galloway nags ?

Dell. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. Enter music.

Page. The music is come, sir.

knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue Ful. Let them play-Play, sirs.-Sit on my fled from me like quicksilver.

Doll. I'faith, and thou followedst him like a church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and body for heaven? foining o'nights, and begin to patch up thine old

Enter behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised like drawers.

Fal. Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a death's head: do not bid me remember mine end. Doll. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of? Fal. A good shallow young fellow he would have made a good pantler, he would have chipped bread well.

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Doll. They say, Poins has a good wit.

Fal. He a good wit? hang him, baboon! his wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard: there is no more conceit in him, than is in a mallet.

Doll. Why does the prince love him so then? Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness: and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for flap-dragons; and rides the wild mare with the boys; and Fal. Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove- jumps upon joint-stools; and swears with a good groat shilling: nay, if he do nothing but speak grace; and wears his boot very smooth, like unto nothing, he shall be nothing here.

Bard. Come, get you down stairs. Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we imbrue ?- [Snatching up his sword. Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful days!8

Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds
Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say!
Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!
Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

Doll. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw.
Fal. Get you down stairs.

[Drawing, and driving Pistol out. Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear

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the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body, for the which the prince admits him: for the prince himself is such another; the weight of a hair will turn the scales between their avoirdupois.

P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have his ears cut off?

Poins. Let's beat him before his whore. P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not his poll clawed like a parrot.

Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so many years outlive performance?

Fal. Kiss me, Doll.

P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunction! what says the almanac to that?

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Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon, man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; note-book, his counsel-keeper.

his where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For his the boy,-there is a good angel about him; but the devil outbids him too.

Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses. Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most constant heart.

Fal. I am old, I am old.

Doll. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy young boy of them all.

P. Hen. For the women,

Fal. For one of them,-she is in hell already, and burns, poor soul! For the other,-I owe her money; and whether she be damned for that, I know not.

Host. No, I warrant you.

Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle? of? I shall Fal. No, I think thou art not; I think, thou art receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap quit for that: Marry, there is another indictment to-morrow. A merry song, come: it grows late, upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy we'll to bed. Thou'It forget me, when I am gone. house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think, Doll. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou wilt howl. thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself handsome till thy return.--Well, hearken the end.

Fal. Some sack, Francis.

P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, sir. [Advancing. Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's-And art not thou Poins his brother?

P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, what a life dost thou lead?

Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman, thou art a drawer.

P. Hen. Very true, sir; and I come to draw you out by the ears.

Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of mutton or two in a whole Lent?

P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,-
Doll. What says your grace?

Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels against.

Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the door there, Francis.

Enter Peto.

P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? Peto. The king, your father, is at Westminster; Host. Ó, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, bless that sweet face of thine! O Jesu, are you Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, my troth, welcome to London.-Now the Lord Come from the north: and, as I came along, I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, And asking every one for sir John Falstaff.

come from Wales?

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majesty, by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art welcome. [Leaning his hand upon Doll.

Doll. How! you fat fool, I scorn you. Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take not the heat.

P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you; how vilely did you speak of me even now, before this honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

Host. 'Blessing o'your good heart! and so she is, by my troth.

Fal. Didst thou hear me?

I

P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did when you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, was at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try my patience.

Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou wast within hearing.

P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to
So idly to profane the precious time;
blame,
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,
When tempest of commotion, like the south,
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword, and cloak:—Falstaff, good

night.

[Ere. P. Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph. Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. [Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door? Re-enter Bardolph.

How now? what's the matter?

Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently; A dozen captains stay at door for you.

Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. To the Page.]Farewell, hostess;-Farewell, Doll.-You see, my P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the good wenches, how men of merit are sought after: wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. the undeserver may sleep, when the man of action Fal. No abuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. is called on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not P. Hen. Not! to dispraise me; and call me-sent away post, I will see you again ere I go. pantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what? Fal. No abuse, Hal.

Poins. No abuse!

Doll. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not ready to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Fal. Farewell, farewell. [Exe. Fal. and Bard. Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned, Host. Well, fare thee well: I have known thee none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time; but wicked might not fall in love with him:-in which an honester, and truer-hearted man,—Well, fare doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks for it. No abuse, Hal;-none, Ned, none;-no, bovs, none.

thee well.

Bard. [Within] Mistress Tear-sheet,————
Host. What's the matter?

Bard. [Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come

Host. O run, Doll, run; run, good Doll. [Exe.

P. Hen. See, now, whether pure fear, and en- to my master. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this virtuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked?

Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer. Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph irrecoverable and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen,

(1) An astronomical term. (2) A short cloak.

ACT III.

SCENE 1-A room in the palace. Enter King
Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page.
K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey, and of
Warwick;

But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters,
And well consider of them: Make good speed.
[Exit Page.
How many thousands of my poorest subjects
Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep,
Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down,
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber;
Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,

And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody?
O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile,
In loathsome beds and leav'st the kingly couch,
A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell?
Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast
Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains
In cradle of the rude imperious surge;
And in the visitation of the winds,
Who take the ruffian billows by the top,
Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds,
That, with the hurly,' death itself awakes?
Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
And, in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Enter Warwick and Surrey.

War. Many good morrows to your majesty!
K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?
War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my

lords.

Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you?
War. We have, my liege.

K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom

How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,
And with what danger, near the heart of it.

War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd
Which to his former strength may be restor❜d,
With good advice, and little medicine :-
My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book of fate;

And see the revolution of the times

Make mountains level, and the continent (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself Into the sea! and, other times, to see

The beachy girdle of the ocean

Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,
The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,-
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
'Tis not ten years gone,

Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,
Did feast together, and, in two years after,
Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since
This Percy was the man nearest my soul;
Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,
And laid his love and life under my foot;
Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard,
Gave hiin defiance. But which of you was by,
(You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,)

(1) Noise.

[To Warwick. (2) Those in lowly situations.

When Richard,—with his eve orimfull of tears,
Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,-
Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy?
Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;-
Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent;
But that necessity so bow'd the state,
That I and greatness were compell'd to kiss :--
The time shall come, thus did he follow it,
The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption :-so went on,
Foretelling this same time's condition,
And the division of our amity.

War. There is a history in all men's lives,
Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd:
The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,
With a near aim, of the main chance of things
As yet not come to life; which in their seeds,
And weak beginnings, lie intreasured.
Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
And, by the necessary form of this,

King Richard might create a perfect guess,
That great Northumberland, then false to him,
Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness;
Which should not find a ground to root upon,
Unless on you.

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities?
Then let us meet them like necessities:-
And that same word even now cries out on us;
They say, the bishop and Northumberland
Are fifty thousand strong.

War. It cannot be, my lord: Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the fear'd:-Please it your grace, To go to bed: upon my life, my lord, The

powers that you already have sent forth, Shall bring this prize in very easily. To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add Unto your sickness.

K. Hen. I will take your counsel: And, were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Exe. SCENE II.-Court before Justice Shallow's house, in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting; Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullcalf, and servants, behind.

Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good cousin, Silence?

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow ? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?

Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin William is become a good scholar: He is at Oxford still, is he not?

Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost.

Shal. He must then to the inns of courts shortly: I was once of Clement's-Inn; where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet.

Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, cousin.

Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone,

(3) Cross.

and Will Squele, a Cotswold man,-you had not sir John.-Give me your good hand, give me your four such swing-bucklers in all the inns of court worship's good hand: By my troth, you look well, again and I may say to you, we knew where the and bear your years very well: welcome, good sir bona-robas2 were; and had the best of them all at John. commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk.

Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers?

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think. Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me.

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you should be of the peace.

Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him break Skogan's head at the court-gate, when Sil. Your good worship is welcome. he was a crack, not thus high: and the very same Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruit-have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient erer, behind Gray's-Inn. O, the mad-days that I men? have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintances are dead!

Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.

Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit ?
Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's

Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: the roll?-Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so: death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all Yea, marry, sir:-Ralph Mouldy:-let them ap hall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam- pear as I call; let them do so, let them do so.Let me see; Where is Mouldy?

ford fair?

Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Shal. Death is certain.-Is old Double of your town living yet?

Sil. Dead, sir.

Moul. Here, an't please you.

Shal. What think you, sir John? a good-limbed fellow: young, strong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?

Moul. Yea, an't please you.

Shal. Dead!-See, see!-he drew a good bow And dead!-he shot a fine shoot:-John of Gaunt Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. loved him well, and betted much money on his Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'faith! things head. Dead! he would have clapped i'the clout that are mouldy, lack use: Very singular good! at twelve score; and carried you a forehand shaft In faith, well said, sir John; very well said. a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see.-How a score of ewes now?

Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds.

Shal. And is old Double dead?

Enter Bardolph, and one with him.

Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.

Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which is justice Shallow?

Shal. I'am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and one of the king's justices of the peace: What is your good pleasure with me?

Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you: my captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good backsword man: How doth the good knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth?

Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommodated, than with a wife.

Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said, indeed, too. Better accommodated!-it is good; yea, indeed, it is good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated!-it comes from accommodo: very good; a good phrase.

Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated: or, when a man is,-being,-whereby, he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing.

Enter Falstaff.

Fal. Prick him. [To Shallow. Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an you could have let me alone: my old dame will be undone now, for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there are other men fitter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent.

Moul. Spent!

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know you where you are ?-For the other, sir John:-let me see ;-Simon Shadow!

Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: he's like to be a cold soldier.

Shal. Where's Shadow ?
Shad. Here, sir.

Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou?
Shad. My mother's son, sir.

Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough; and thy father's shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of the male: It is often so, indeed; but not much of the father's substance.

Shal. Do you like him, sir John?

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him ; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.

Shal. Thomas Wart!
Fal. Where's he?
Wart. Here, sir.
Fal. Is thy name Wart?
Wart. Yea, sir.

Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.
Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John?

Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins: prick him no more.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir; you can do it: I commend you well.-Francis Feeble! Fee. Here, sir.

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble?

Shal. It is very just:-Look, here comes good Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.

(1) Rakes, or rioters.

(2) Ladies of pleasure. (3) Boy.

(4) Hit the white mark at twelve score yards. (5) Brave.

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir? Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, my friend; and here is four Harry ten shillings in he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as French crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done as lief be hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine in a woman's petticoat? own part, sir, I do not care; but, rather, because am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much.

Fee. I will do my good will, sir; you can have

no more.

Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; deep, muster Shallow.

Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir.

Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that thou night'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to a private soldier, that is the leader

Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Moul. And, good master corporal captain, for my old dame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, sir.

Bard. Go to; stand aside.

Fee. By my troth, I care not;-a man can die

of so many thousands: Let that suffice, most for- but once-we owe God a death;-I'll ne'er bear cible Feeble.

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Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green!

Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.
Bull. Here, sir.

a base mind:-an't be my destiny, so;-an't be not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince; Feeble.-and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.

Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow!-Come, prick

the Bull-calf, till he roar again.

Bull. O lord! good my lord captain.

Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked?
Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseased man.
Fal. What disease hast thou?

Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which 1 caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his coronation day, sir.

Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; we will have away thy cold; and I will take such order, that thy friends shall ring for thee.-Is here all?

Bard. Well said; thou'rt a good fellow.
Fee. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices.

Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have?
Shal. Four, of which you please.

Bard. Sir, a word with you:-I have three pound
to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.
Fal. Go to; well.

Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have?
Fal. Do you choose for me.

Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow.

Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:-For you, Mouldy, stay at home still; you are past service: and, for your part, Bull-calf-grow till you come unto it;

Shal. Here is two more called than your num- I will none of you. ber; you must have but four here, sir ;-and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner.

Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, master Shallow.

Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong: they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.

Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the Shal. O, sir John, do you remember since we stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give lay all night in the windmill in St. George's-fields? me the spirit, master Shallow.-Here's Wart;Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no you see what a ragged appearance it is: he shal more of that.

charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of

Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane a pewterer's hammer; come off, and on, swifter Night-work alive?

Fal. She lives, master Shallow.
Shal. She never could away with me.

than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this man: he presents no mark to the enemy: the foeFal. Never, never: she would always say, she man' may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife: And, for a retreat,-how swiftly will Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off! O, give heart. She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold me the spare men, and spare me the great ones.her own well?

could not abide master Shallow.

Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.

Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to

Clement's-Inn.

Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that this knight and I have seen!-Ha, sir John, said I well?

Put me a caliver2 into Wart's hand, Bardolph.

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse; thus, thus, thus. Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So :-very well:-go to:-very good:-exceeding good.-0, give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot.-Well said, i'faith, Wart; thou art a good scab: hold, there's a tester for thee.

Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end green (when I lay at Clement's-Inn,-I was then sir Dagonet, in Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Arthur's show,) there was a little quiver fellow, master Shallow. and 'a would manage you his piece thus: and 'a Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have; would about, and about, and come you in, and in faith, sir John, we have; our watch-word was, come you in rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, Hem, boys!-Come, let's to dinner; come, let's would 'a say; and away again would 'a go, and to dinner:-0, the days that we have seen!-again would 'a come:-I shall never see such a Come, come. [Exe. Falstaff, Shallow, and Silence. fellow.

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(1) Enemy. (2) Gun.

(3) March

(4) Shooter.

(5) An exhibition of archery

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