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The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. My Cousin Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne: (Though then, Heaven knowes, I had no such intent,
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But that necessitie so bowed the State, That Land Greatnesse were compelled to kisse:) The Time shall come (thus did hee follow it) The Time will come, that foule Sinne gathering head, Shall breake into Corruption: so went on,
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For telling this same Times Condition, And the diuision of our Amitie.
War. There is a Historie in all mens Lives, Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd: The which obseru'd, a man may prophecie
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With a neere ayme, of the maine chance of things, As yet not come to Life, which in their Seedes And weake beginnings lye entreasured: Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time; And by the necessarie forme of this,
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King Richard might create a perfect guesse, That great Northumberland, then false to him, Would of that Seed, grow to a greater falsenesse, Which should not finde a ground to roote upon, Vnlesse on you.
King.
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Are these things then Necessities? Then let us meete them like Necessities; And that same word, euen now cryes out on vs: They say, the Bishop and Northumberland Are fiftie thousand strong.
War.
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It cannot be (my Lord:) Rumor doth double, like the Voice, and Eccho, The numbers of the feared. Please it your Grace To goe to bed, upon my Life (my Lord) The Pow'rs that you alreadie have sent forth,
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Shall bring this Prize in very easily. To comfort you the more, I haue receiu'd A certain instance, that Glendour is dead. Your Maiestie hath beene this fort‑night ill, And these unseason'd howres perforce must adde
[1490]
Vnto your Sicknesse.
King. I will take your counsaile: And were these inward Warres once out of hand, Wee would (deare Lords) unto the Holy‑Land. Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Shallow and Silence: with Mouldie, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bull‑calfe. Shal.

Come‑on, come‑on, come‑on: giue mee your

[1495]

Hand, Sir; giue mee 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

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Ellen?

Sil.

Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Cousin Shallow.)

Shal.

By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin William

is become a good Scholler? hee is at Oxford still, is hee

not?

Sil.
[1505]

Indeede Sir, to my cost.

Shal.

Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: I

was once of Clements Inne; where (I thinke) they will

talke of mad Shallow yet.

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Sil.

You were called lustie Shallow then (Cousin.)

Shal.
[1510]

I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done

any thing indeede too, and roundly too. There was I, and

little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire, and blacke George Bare,

and Francis Pick‑bone, and Will Squele a Cot‑sal‑man, you

had not foure such Swindge‑bucklers in all the Innes of

[1515]

Court againe: And I may say to you, wee knew where

the Bona‑Roba's were, and had the best of them all at

commandement. Then was Iacke Falstaffe (now Sir Iohn)

a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Nor­

folke.

Sil.
[1520]

This Sir Iohn (Cousin) that comes hither anon a­

bout Souldiers?

Shal.

The same Sir Iohn, the very same: I saw him

breake Scoggan's Head at the Court‑Gate, when hee was

a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight

[1525]

with one Sampson Stock‑fish, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes­

Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see

how many of mine olde Acquaintance arc dead?

Sil.

Wee shall all follow (Cousin.)

Shal.

Certaine: 'tis certaine: very sure, very sure:

[1530]

Death is certaine to all, all shall dye. How a good Yoke

of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre?

Sil.

Truly Cousin, I was not there.

Shal.

Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne

liuing yet?

Sil.
[1535]

Dead, Sir.

Shal.

Dead ? See, see: hee drew a good Bow: and

dead? hee shot a fine shoote. Iohn of Gaunt loued

him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead?

hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelve‑score, and

[1540]

carryed you a fore‑hand Shaft at foureteene, and foure­

teene and a halfe, that it would haue done a mans heart

good to see. How a score of Ewes now ?

Sil.

Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes

may be worth tenne pounds.

Shal.
[1545]

And is olde Double dead?

Enter Bardolph and his Boy. Sil.

Heere come two of Iohn Falstaffes Men (as I

thinke.)

Shal.

Good‑morrow, honest Gentlemen.

Bard.

I beseech you, which is Iustice Shallow?

Shal.
[1550]

I am Robert Shallow (sir) a poore Esquire of this

Countie, and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace:

What is your good pleasure with me?

Bard.

My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you:

my Captaine, Sir Iohn Falstaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a

[1555]

most gallant Leader.

Shal.

Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a

good Back‑Sword‑man. How doth the good Knight?

may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth?

Bard.

Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommoda­

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ted, then with a Wife.

Shal.

It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeede,

too: Better accommodated? it is good, yea indeede is

it: good phrases are surely, and every where very com­

mendable. Accommodated, it comes of Accommodo:

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very good, a good Phrase.

Bard.

Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrase

call you it? by this Day, I know not the Phrase: but

I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a

Souldier‑like Word, and a Word of exceeding good

[1570]

Command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is

(as they say) accommodated: or, when a man is, being whereby

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Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter Shallow and Silence: with Mouldie, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bull‑calfe. Shal.

Come‑on, come‑on, come‑on: giue mee your

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Hand, Sir; giue mee 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

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Ellen?

Sil.

Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Cousin Shallow.)

Shal.

By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin William

is become a good Scholler? hee is at Oxford still, is hee

not?

Sil.
[1505]

Indeede Sir, to my cost.

Shal.

Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: I

was once of Clements Inne; where (I thinke) they will

talke of mad Shallow yet.

Sil.

You were called lustie Shallow then (Cousin.)

Shal.
[1510]

I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done

any thing indeede too, and roundly too. There was I, and

little Iohn Doit of Staffordshire, and blacke George Bare,

and Francis Pick‑bone, and Will Squele a Cot‑sal‑man, you

had not foure such Swindge‑bucklers in all the Innes of

[1515]

Court againe: And I may say to you, wee knew where

the Bona‑Roba's were, and had the best of them all at

commandement. Then was Iacke Falstaffe (now Sir Iohn)

a Boy, and Page to Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Nor­

folke.

Sil.
[1520]

This Sir Iohn (Cousin) that comes hither anon a­

bout Souldiers?

Shal.

The same Sir Iohn, the very same: I saw him

breake Scoggan's Head at the Court‑Gate, when hee was

a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight

[1525]

with one Sampson Stock‑fish, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes­

Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see

how many of mine olde Acquaintance arc dead?

Sil.

Wee shall all follow (Cousin.)

Shal.

Certaine: 'tis certaine: very sure, very sure:

[1530]

Death is certaine to all, all shall dye. How a good Yoke

of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre?

Sil.

Truly Cousin, I was not there.

Shal.

Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne

liuing yet?

Sil.
[1535]

Dead, Sir.

Shal.

Dead ? See, see: hee drew a good Bow: and

dead? hee shot a fine shoote. Iohn of Gaunt loued

him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead?

hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelve‑score, and

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carryed you a fore‑hand Shaft at foureteene, and foure­

teene and a halfe, that it would haue done a mans heart

good to see. How a score of Ewes now ?

Sil.

Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes

may be worth tenne pounds.

Shal.
[1545]

And is olde Double dead?

Enter Bardolph and his Boy. Sil.

Heere come two of Iohn Falstaffes Men (as I

thinke.)

Shal.

Good‑morrow, honest Gentlemen.

Bard.

I beseech you, which is Iustice Shallow?

Shal.
[1550]

I am Robert Shallow (sir) a poore Esquire of this

Countie, and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace:

What is your good pleasure with me?

Bard.

My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you:

my Captaine, Sir Iohn Falstaffe: a tall Gentleman, and a

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most gallant Leader.

Shal.

Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a

good Back‑Sword‑man. How doth the good Knight?

may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth?

Bard.

Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommoda­

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ted, then with a Wife.

Shal.

It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeede,

too: Better accommodated? it is good, yea indeede is

it: good phrases are surely, and every where very com­

mendable. Accommodated, it comes of Accommodo:

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very good, a good Phrase.

Bard.

Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrase

call you it? by this Day, I know not the Phrase: but

I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a

Souldier‑like Word, and a Word of exceeding good

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Command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is

(as they say) accommodated: or, when a man is, being

whereby he thought to be accommodated, which is an

excellent thing.

Enter Falstaffe. Shal.

It is very iust: Looke, heere comes good Sir

[1575]

Iohn. Giue me your hand, giue me your Worships good

hand: Trust me, you looke well: and bear your yeares

very well. Welcome, good Sir Iohn.

Fal.

I am glad to see you well, good M. Robert Shal­ low : Master Sure‑card as I thinke?

Shal.
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No sir Iohn, it is my Cosin Silence: in Commissi­

on with mee.

Fal.

Good M. Silence, it well befits you should be of

the peace.

Sil.

Your good Worship is welcome.

Fal
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Fye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) haue you

prouided me here halfe a dozen of sufficient men?

Shal.

Marry haue we sir: Will you sit?

Fal.

Let me see them, I beseech you.

Shal.

Where's the Roll; Where's the Roll? Where's

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the Roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see: so, so, so, so:

yea marry Sir. Raphe Mouldie: let them appeare as I call:

let them do so, let them do so: Let mee see, Where is

Mouldie?

Moul.

Heere, if it please you.

Shal.
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What thinke you (Sir Iohn) a good limb'd fel­

low: yong. strong, and of good friends.

Fal.

Is thy name Mouldie?

Moul.

Yea, if it please you.

Fal.

'Tis the more time thou wert vs'd.

Shal.
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Ha, ha, ha, most excellent. Things that are moul­

die, lacke use: very singular good. Well saide Sir Iohn,

very well said.

Fal.

Pricke him.

Moul.

I was prickt well enough before, if you could

[1605]

haue let me alone: my old Dame will be vndone now, for

one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery; you need

not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe

out, then I.

Fal.

Go too: peace Mouldie, you shall goe. Mouldie,

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it is time you were spent.

Moul.

Spent?

Shallow.

Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you

where you are? For the other sir Iohn: Let me see: Simon Shadow .

Fal.
[1615]

I marry, let me haue him to fit vnder: he's like to

be a cold souldier.

Shal.

Where's Shadow?

Shad.

Heere sir.

Fal.

Shadow, whose sonne art thou ?

Shad.
[1620]

My Mothers sonne, Sir.

Falst.

Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fa­

thers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow

of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers

substance.

Shal.
[1625]

Do you like him, sir Iohn?

Falst.

Shadow will serue for Summer: pricke him: For

wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster­

Booke.

Shal.

Thomas Wart?

Falst.
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Where's he?

Wart.

Heere sir.

Falst.

Is thy name Wart?

Wart.

Yea sir.

Fal.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

Shal.
[1635]

Shall I pricke him downe,

Sir Iohn?

Falst.

It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vp­

on his backe, and the whole frame stands vpon pins: prick

him no more.

Shal.
[1640]

Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it; I

commend you well.

Francis Feeble.

Feeble.

Heare sir.

Shal.

What Trade art thou Feeble?

Feeble.
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A Womans Taylor sir.

Shal.

Shall I pricke him, sir?

Fal.

You may:

But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd

you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Bat­

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taile, as thou hast done in a Womans petticote?

Feeble.

I will doe my good will sir, you can have no

more.

Falst.

Well said, good Womans Tailour: Well sayde

Couragious Feeble: thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrath­

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full Doue, or most magnanimous Mouse.. Pricke the wo­

mans Taylour well Master Shallow, deep Maister Shal­ low.

Feeble.

I would Wart might haue gone sir.

Fal.

I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that y u might'st

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mend him, and make him fit to goe. I cannot put him to

a priuate souldier, that is the Leader of so many thou­

sands. Let that suffice, most Forcible Feeble.

Feeble,

It shall suffice.

Falst.

I am bound to thee, reuerend Feeble. Who is

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the next?

Shal.

Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene.

Falst.

Yea marry, let vs see Bulcalfe.

Bul.

Heere sir.

Fal.

Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me Bul­ calfe till he roare againe.

Bul.

Oh, good my Lord Captaine.

Fal.

What? do'st thou roare before th'art prickt.

Bul.

Oh sir, I am a diseased man.

Fal.

What disease hast thou?

Bul.
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A whorson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught

with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon his Coronation

day, sir.

Fal.

Come, thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne:

we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take such order,

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that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is heere all?

Shal.

There is two more called then your number:

you must haue but foure heere sir, and so I pray you go in

with me to dinner.

Fal.

Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot

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tarry dinner. I am glad to see you in good troth, Master

Shallow.

Shal.

O sir Iohn, doe you remember since wee lay all

night in the Winde‑mill, in S Saint Georges Field.

Falstaffe.

No more of that good Master Shallow: No

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more of that.

Shal.

Ha? it was a merry night. And is Iane Night­ worke aliue?

Fal.

She lives, M. Shallow.

Shal.

She neuer could away with me.

Fal.
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Neuer, neuer: she would alwayes say shee could

not abide M. Shallow.

Shal.

I could anger her to the heart: Shee was then a

Bona‑Roba. Doth she hold her owne well.

Fal.

Old old, M. Shallow.

Shal.
[1700]

Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be

old: certaine shee's old: and had Robin Night‑worke, by

old Night‑worke, before I came to Clements Inne.

Sil.

That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe.

Shal.

Hah, Cousin Silence, that thou hadst seene that,

[1705]

that this Knight and I haue seene: hah, Sir Iohn, said I

well?

Falst.

Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid‑night, Ma­

ster Shallow.

Shal.

That wee haue, that wee haue; in faith, Sir Iohn,

[1710]

wee haue: our watch‑word was, Hem‑Boyes. Come,

let's to Dinner; come, let's to Dinner: Oh the dayes that

wee haue seene. Come, come.

Bul.

Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my

friend, and heere is foure Harry tenne shillings in French

[1715]

Crownes for you: in very truth, sir, I had as lief be hang'd

sir, as goe: and yet, for mine owne part, sir, I do not care;

but rather, because I am vnwilling, and for mine owne

part, haue a desire to stay with my friends: else, sir, I did

not care, for mine owne part, so much.

Bard.
[1720]

Go‑too: stand aside.

Mould.

And good Master Corporall Captaine, for my

old Dames sake, stand my friend: shee hath no body to

doe any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old,

and cannot helpe her selfe: you shall haue fortie, sir.

Bard.
[1725]

Go‑too: stand aside.

Feeble.

I care not, a man can die but once: wee owe a

death. I will neuer beare a base minde: if it be my desti­

nie, so: if it be not, so: no man is too good to serue his

Prince: and let it goe which way it will, he that dies this

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yeere, is quit for the next.

Bard.

Well said, thou art a good fellow.

Feeble.

Nay, I will beare no base minde.

Falst.

Come sir, which men shall I haue?

Shal.

Foure of which you please.

Bard.
[1735]

Sir, a word with you: I haue three pound, to

free Mouldie and Bull‑calfe.

Falst.

Go‑too: well.

Shal.

Come, sir Iohn, which foure will you haue?

Falst.

Doe you chuse for me.

Shal.
[1740]

Marry then, Mouldie, Bull‑calfe, Feeble,and

Shadow.

Falst.

Mouldie, and Bull‑calfe: for you Mouldie, stay

at home. till you are past seruice: and for your part, Bull‑ calfe , grow til you come vnto it: I will none of you.

Shal.
[1745]

Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn, doe not your selfe wrong, they

are your likelyest men, and I would haue you seru'd with

the best.

Falst.

Will you tell me (Master Shallow)how to chuse

a man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the stature,

[1750]

bulke, and bigge assemblance of a man? giue mee the

spirit (Master Shallow.) Where's Wart? you see what

a ragged appearance it is: hee shall charge you, and

discharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham­

mer: come off, and on, swifter then hee that gibbets on

[1755]

the Brewers Bucket. And this same halfe‑fac'd fellow,

Shadow, giue me this man: hee presents no marke to the

Enemie, the foe‑man may with as great ayme leuell at

the edge of a Pen‑knife: and for a Retrait, how swiftly

will this Feeble, the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giue

[1760]

me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a

Calyuer into Warts hand, Bardolph.

Bard.

Hold Wart, Trauerse: thus, thus, thus.

Falst.

Come, manage me your Calyuer: so: very well,

go‑too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes

[1765]

a little, leane, old, chopt, bald Shot. Well said Wart, thou

art a good Scab: hold, there is a Tester for thee.

Shal.

Hee is not his Crafts‑master, hee doth not doe

it right. I remember at Mile‑end‑Greene, when I lay

at Clements Inne, I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthures

[1770]

Show: there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would

manage you his Peece thus: and hee would about,

and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah,

tah, tah, would hee say, Bownce would hee say, and

away againe would hee goe, and againe would he come:

[1775]

I shall neuer see such a fellow.

Falst.

These fellowes will doe well, Master Shallow.

Farewell Master Silence, I will not vse many wordes with

you: fare you well, Gentlemen both: I thanke you:

I must a dozen mile to night. Bardolph, giue the Souldiers

[1780]

Coates.

Shal.

Sir Iohn, Heauen blesse you, and prosper your

Affaires, and send vs Peace. As you returne, visit

my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: per­

aduenture I will with you to the Court.

Falst.
[1785]

I would you would, Master Shallow.

Shal.

Go‑too: I haue spoke at a word. Fare you

well.

Exit. Falst.

Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bar­

dolph, leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch off

[1790]

these Iustices: I doe see the bottome of Iustice Shal­ low . How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Ly­

ing? This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but

prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth, and the

Feates hee hath done about Turnball‑street, and euery

[1795]

third word a Lye, duer pay'd to the hearer, then the

Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at Clements Inne,

like a man made after Supper, of a Cheese‑paring. When

hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked

Radish, with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a

[1800]

Knife. Hee was so forlorne, that his Dimensions (to

any thicke fight) were inuincible. Hee was the very

Genius of Famine: hee came euer in the rere­ward of

the Fashion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a

Squire, and talks as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt, as if

[1805]

hee had beene sworne Brother to him: and Ile be sworne

hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt‑yard, and then he

burst his Head, for crowding among the Marshals men.

I saw it, and told Iohn of Gaunt, hee beat his owne

Name, for you might haue truss'd him and all his Ap­

[1810]

parrell into an Eele‑skinne: the Case of a Treble Hoe­

boy was a Mansion for him: a Court: and now hath

hee Land, and Beeues. Well, I will be acquainted with

him, if I returne: and it shall goe hard, but I will make

him a Philosophers two Stones to me. If the young

[1815]

Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike, I see no reason, in the

Law of Nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape,

and there an end.

Exeunt.
 

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   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1497">Good‑morrow, good Cousin<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1498">And how doth my Cousin, your Bed‑fellow?
      <lb n="1499"/>and your fairest Daughter, and mine, my God‑Daughter
      <lb n="1500"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Ellen?</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1501">Alas, a blacke Ouzell (Cousin<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.)</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1502">By yea and nay, Sir, I dare say my Cousin<hi rend="italic">William</hi>
         
      <lb n="1503"/>is become a good Scholler? hee is at Oxford still, is hee
      <lb n="1504"/>not?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1505">Indeede Sir, to my cost.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1506">Hee must then to the Innes of Court shortly: I
      <lb n="1507"/>was once of<hi rend="italic">Clements</hi>Inne; where (I thinke) they will
      <lb n="1508"/>talke of mad<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>yet.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1509">You were called lustie<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>then (Cousin.)</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1510">I was call'd any thing: and I would haue done
      <lb n="1511"/>any thing indeede too, and roundly too. There was I, and
      <lb n="1512"/>little<hi rend="italic">Iohn Doit</hi>of Staffordshire, and blacke<hi rend="italic">George Bare</hi>,
      <lb n="1513"/>and<hi rend="italic">Francis Pick‑bone</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Will Squele</hi>a Cot‑sal‑man, you
      <lb n="1514"/>had not foure such Swindge‑bucklers in all the Innes of
      <lb n="1515"/>Court againe: And I may say to you, wee knew where
      <lb n="1516"/>the<hi rend="italic">Bona‑Roba's</hi>were, and had the best of them all at
      <lb n="1517"/>commandement. Then was<hi rend="italic">Iacke Falstaffe</hi>(now Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn)</hi>
         
      <lb n="1518"/>a Boy, and Page to<hi rend="italic">Thomas Mowbray</hi>, Duke of Nor­
      <lb n="1519"/>folke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1520">This Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>(Cousin) that comes hither anon a­
      <lb n="1521"/>bout Souldiers?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1522">The same Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, the very same: I saw him
      <lb n="1523"/>breake<hi rend="italic">Scoggan's</hi>Head at the Court‑Gate, when hee was
      <lb n="1524"/>a Crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight
      <lb n="1525"/>with one<hi rend="italic">Sampson Stock‑fish</hi>, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes­
      <lb n="1526"/>Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue spent! and to see
      <lb n="1527"/>how many of mine olde Acquaintance arc dead?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1528">Wee shall all follow (Cousin.)</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1529">Certaine: 'tis certaine: very sure, very sure:
      <lb n="1530"/>Death is certaine to all, all shall dye. How a good Yoke
      <lb n="1531"/>of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1532">Truly Cousin, I was not there.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1533">Death is certaine. Is old<hi rend="italic">Double</hi>of your Towne
      <lb n="1534"/>liuing yet?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1535">Dead, Sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1536">Dead<c rend="italic">?</c>See, see: hee drew a good Bow: and
      <lb n="1537"/>dead? hee shot a fine shoote.<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Gaunt loued
      <lb n="1538"/>him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead?
      <lb n="1539"/>hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelve‑score, and
      <lb n="1540"/>carryed you a fore‑hand Shaft at foureteene, and foure­
      <lb n="1541"/>teene and a halfe, that it would haue done a mans heart
      <lb n="1542"/>good to see. How a score of Ewes now<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1543">Thereafter as they be: a score of good Ewes
      <lb n="1544"/>may be worth tenne pounds.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1545">And is olde<hi rend="italic">Double</hi>dead?</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Bardolph and his Boy.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1546">Heere come two of<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffes</hi>Men (as I
      <lb n="1547"/>thinke.)</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1548">Good‑morrow, honest Gentlemen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1549">I beseech you, which is Iustice<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1550">I am<hi rend="italic">Robert Shallow</hi>(sir) a poore Esquire of this
      <lb n="1551"/>Countie, and one of the Kings Iustices of the Peace:
      <lb n="1552"/>What is your good pleasure with me?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1553">My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you:
      <lb n="1554"/>my Captaine, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn Falstaffe:</hi>a tall Gentleman, and a
      <lb n="1555"/>most gallant Leader.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1556">Hee greetes me well: (Sir) I knew him a
      <lb n="1557"/>good Back‑Sword‑man. How doth the good Knight?
      <lb n="1558"/>may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1559">Sir, pardon: a Souldier is better accommoda­
      <lb n="1560"/>ted, then with a Wife.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1561">It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeede,
      <lb n="1562"/>too: Better accommodated? it is good, yea indeede is
      <lb n="1563"/>it: good phrases are surely, and every where very com­
      <lb n="1564"/>mendable. Accommodated, it comes of<hi rend="italic">Accommodo:</hi>
         
      <lb n="1565"/>very good, a good Phrase.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1566">Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrase
      <lb n="1567"/>call you it? by this Day, I know not the Phrase: but
      <lb n="1568"/>I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a
      <lb n="1569"/>Souldier‑like Word, and a Word of exceeding good
      <lb n="1570"/>Command. Accommodated; that is, when a man is
      <lb n="1571"/>(as they say) accommodated: or, when a man is, being<pb facs="FFimg:axc0409-0.jpg" n="87"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1572"/>whereby he thought to be accommodated, which is an
      <lb n="1573"/>excellent thing.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Falstaffe.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1574">It is very iust: Looke, heere comes good Sir
      <lb n="1575"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>. Giue me your hand, giue me your Worships good
      <lb n="1576"/>hand: Trust me, you looke well: and bear your yeares
      <lb n="1577"/>very well. Welcome, good Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1578">I am glad to see you well, good M.<hi rend="italic">Robert Shal­
      <lb n="1579"/>low</hi>: Master<hi rend="italic">Sure‑card</hi>as I thinke?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1580">No sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, it is my Cosin<hi rend="italic">Silence:</hi>in Commissi­
      <lb n="1581"/>on with mee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1582">Good M.<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>, it well befits you should be of
      <lb n="1583"/>the peace.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1584">Your good Worship is welcome.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal</speaker>
      <p n="1585">Fye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) haue you
      <lb n="1586"/>prouided me here halfe a dozen of sufficient men?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1587">Marry haue we sir: Will you sit?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1588">Let me see them, I beseech you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1589">Where's the Roll; Where's the Roll? Where's
      <lb n="1590"/>the Roll? Let me see, let me see, let me see: so, so, so, so:
      <lb n="1591"/>yea marry Sir.<hi rend="italic">Raphe Mouldie</hi>: let them appeare as I call:
      <lb n="1592"/>let them do so, let them do so: Let mee see, Where is
      <lb n="1593"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Moul.</speaker>
      <p n="1594">Heere, if it please you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1595">What thinke you (Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>) a good limb'd fel­
      <lb n="1596"/>low: yong. strong, and of good friends.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1597">
         <hi rend="italic">Is thy name Mouldie</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Moul.</speaker>
      <p n="1598">Yea, if it please you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1599">'Tis the more time thou wert vs'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1600">Ha, ha, ha, most excellent. Things that are moul­
      <lb n="1601"/>die, lacke use: very singular good. Well saide Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>,
      <lb n="1602"/>very well said.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1603">Pricke him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Moul.</speaker>
      <p n="1604">I was prickt well enough before, if you could
      <lb n="1605"/>haue let me alone: my old Dame will be vndone now, for
      <lb n="1606"/>one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery; you need
      <lb n="1607"/>not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe
      <lb n="1608"/>out, then I.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1609">Go too: peace<hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>, you shall goe.<hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>,
      <lb n="1610"/>it is time you were spent.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Moul.</speaker>
      <p n="1611">Spent?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shallow.</speaker>
      <p n="1612">Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside: Know you
      <lb n="1613"/>where you are? For the other sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn:</hi>Let me see:<hi rend="italic">Simon
      <lb n="1614"/>Shadow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1615">I marry, let me haue him to fit vnder: he's like to
      <lb n="1616"/>be a cold souldier.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1617">Where's<hi rend="italic">Shadow</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shad.</speaker>
      <p n="1618">Heere sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1619">
         <hi rend="italic">Shadow</hi>, whose sonne art thou<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shd">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shad.</speaker>
      <p n="1620">My Mothers sonne, Sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1621">Thy Mothers sonne: like enough, and thy Fa­
      <lb n="1622"/>thers shadow: so the sonne of the Female, is the shadow
      <lb n="1623"/>of the Male: it is often so indeede, but not of the Fathers
      <lb n="1624"/>substance.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1625">Do you like him, sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1626">
         <hi rend="italic">Shadow</hi>will serue for Summer: pricke him: For
      <lb n="1627"/>wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster­
      <lb n="1628"/>Booke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1629">
         <hi rend="italic">Thomas Wart</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1630">Where's he?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-wrt">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wart.</speaker>
      <p n="1631">Heere sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1632">Is thy name<hi rend="italic">Wart</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-wrt">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wart.</speaker>
      <p n="1633">Yea sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1634">Thou art a very ragged Wart.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1635">Shall I pricke him downe,
      <lb n="1636"/>Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1637">It were superfluous: for his apparrel is built vp­
      <lb n="1638"/>on his backe, and the whole frame stands vpon pins: prick
      <lb n="1639"/>him no more.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1640">Ha, ha, ha, you can do it sir: you can doe it; I
      <lb n="1641"/>commend you well.</p>
      <p n="1642">
         <hi rend="italic">Francis Feeble.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1643">Heare sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1644">What Trade art thou<hi rend="italic">Feeble</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1645">A Womans Taylor sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1646">Shall I pricke him, sir?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1647">You may:
      <lb n="1648"/>But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd
      <lb n="1649"/>you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Bat­
      <lb n="1650"/>taile, as thou hast done in a Womans petticote?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1651">I will doe my good will sir, you can have no
      <lb n="1652"/>more.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1653">Well said, good Womans Tailour: Well sayde
      <lb n="1654"/>Couragious<hi rend="italic">Feeble</hi>: thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrath­
      <lb n="1655"/>full Doue, or most magnanimous Mouse.. Pricke the wo­
      <lb n="1656"/>mans Taylour well Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>, deep Maister<hi rend="italic">Shal­
      <lb n="1657"/>low.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1658">I would<hi rend="italic">Wart</hi>might haue gone sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1659">I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that y<c rend="superscript">u</c>might'st
      <lb n="1660"/>mend him, and make him fit to goe. I cannot put him to
      <lb n="1661"/>a priuate souldier, that is the Leader of so many thou­
      <lb n="1662"/>sands. Let that suffice, most Forcible<hi rend="italic">Feeble</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble,</speaker>
      <p n="1663">It shall suffice.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1664">I am bound to thee, reuerend<hi rend="italic">Feeble</hi>. Who is
      <lb n="1665"/>the next?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1666">
         <hi rend="italic">Peter Bulcalfe</hi>of the Greene.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1667">Yea marry, let vs see<hi rend="italic">Bulcalfe</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <p n="1668">Heere sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1669">Trust me, a likely Fellow. Come, pricke me<hi rend="italic">Bul­
      <lb n="1670"/>calfe</hi>till he roare againe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <p n="1671">Oh, good my Lord Captaine.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1672">What? do'st thou roare before th'art prickt.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <p n="1673">Oh sir, I am a diseased man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1674">What disease hast thou?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <p n="1675">A whorson cold sir, a cough sir, which I caught
      <lb n="1676"/>with Ringing in the Kings affayres, vpon his Coronation
      <lb n="1677"/>day, sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1678">Come, thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne:
      <lb n="1679"/>we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take such order,
      <lb n="1680"/>that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is heere all?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1681">There is two more called then your number:
      <lb n="1682"/>you must haue but foure heere sir, and so I pray you go in
      <lb n="1683"/>with me to dinner.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1684">Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot
      <lb n="1685"/>tarry dinner. I am glad to see you in good troth, Master
      <lb n="1686"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Shallow.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1687">O sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, doe you remember since wee lay all
      <lb n="1688"/>night in the Winde‑mill, in<choice>
            <abbr>S</abbr>
            <expan>Saint</expan>
         </choice>Georges Field.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falstaffe.</speaker>
      <p n="1689">No more of that good Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow:</hi>No
      <lb n="1690"/>more of that.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1691">Ha? it was a merry night. And is<hi rend="italic">Iane Night­
      <lb n="1692"/>worke</hi>aliue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1693">She lives, M.<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1694">She neuer could away with me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1695">Neuer, neuer: she would alwayes say shee could
      <lb n="1696"/>not abide M.<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1697">I could anger her to the heart: Shee was then a
      <lb n="1698"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Bona‑Roba</hi>. Doth she hold her owne well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Fal.</speaker>
      <p n="1699">Old old, M.<hi rend="italic">Shallow.</hi>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1700">Nay, she must be old, she cannot choose but be<pb facs="FFimg:axc0410-0.jpg" n="88"/>
         <cb n="1"/>
         
      <lb n="1701"/>old: certaine shee's old: and had<hi rend="italic">Robin Night‑worke</hi>, by
      <lb n="1702"/>old<hi rend="italic">Night‑worke</hi>, before I came to<hi rend="italic">Clements</hi>Inne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-sil">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sil.</speaker>
      <p n="1703">That's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1704">Hah, Cousin<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>, that thou hadst seene that,
      <lb n="1705"/>that this Knight and I haue seene: hah, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, said I
      <lb n="1706"/>well?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1707">Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid‑night, Ma­
      <lb n="1708"/>ster<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1709">That wee haue, that wee haue; in faith, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>,
      <lb n="1710"/>wee haue: our watch‑word was, Hem‑Boyes. Come,
      <lb n="1711"/>let's to Dinner; come, let's to Dinner: Oh the dayes that
      <lb n="1712"/>wee haue seene. Come, come.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bul">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <p n="1713">Good Master Corporate<hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>, stand my
      <lb n="1714"/>friend, and heere is foure<hi rend="italic">Harry</hi>tenne shillings in French
      <lb n="1715"/>Crownes for you: in very truth, sir, I had as lief be hang'd
      <lb n="1716"/>sir, as goe: and yet, for mine owne part, sir, I do not care;
      <lb n="1717"/>but rather, because I am vnwilling, and for mine owne
      <lb n="1718"/>part, haue a desire to stay with my friends: else, sir, I did
      <lb n="1719"/>not care, for mine owne part, so much.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1720">Go‑too: stand aside.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-mou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mould.</speaker>
      <p n="1721">And good Master Corporall Captaine, for my
      <lb n="1722"/>old Dames sake, stand my friend: shee hath no body to
      <lb n="1723"/>doe any thing about her, when I am gone: and she is old,
      <lb n="1724"/>and cannot helpe her selfe: you shall haue fortie, sir.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1725">Go‑too: stand aside.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1726">I care not, a man can die but once: wee owe a
      <lb n="1727"/>death. I will neuer beare a base minde: if it be my desti­
      <lb n="1728"/>nie, so: if it be not, so: no man is too good to serue his
      <lb n="1729"/>Prince: and let it goe which way it will, he that dies this
      <lb n="1730"/>yeere, is quit for the next.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1731">Well said, thou art a good fellow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fee">
      <speaker rend="italic">Feeble.</speaker>
      <p n="1732">Nay, I will beare no base minde.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1733">Come sir, which men shall I haue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1734">Foure of which you please.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1735">Sir, a word with you: I haue three pound, to
      <lb n="1736"/>free<hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Bull‑calfe</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1737">Go‑too: well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1738">Come, sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, which foure will you haue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1739">Doe you chuse for me.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1740">Marry then,<hi rend="italic">Mouldie, Bull‑calfe, Feeble,</hi>and
      <lb n="1741"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Shadow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1742">
         <hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Bull‑calfe:</hi>for you<hi rend="italic">Mouldie</hi>, stay
      <lb n="1743"/>at home. till you are past seruice: and for your part,<hi rend="italic">Bull‑
      <lb n="1744"/>calfe</hi>, grow til you come vnto it: I will none of you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1745">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, doe not your selfe wrong, they
      <lb n="1746"/>are your likelyest men, and I would haue you seru'd with
      <lb n="1747"/>the best.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1748">Will you tell me (Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>)how to chuse
      <lb n="1749"/>a man? Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the stature,
      <lb n="1750"/>bulke, and bigge assemblance of a man? giue mee the
      <lb n="1751"/>spirit (Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.) Where's<hi rend="italic">Wart</hi>? you see what
      <lb n="1752"/>a ragged appearance it is: hee shall charge you, and
      <lb n="1753"/>discharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham­
      <lb n="1754"/>mer: come off, and on, swifter then hee that gibbets on
      <lb n="1755"/>the Brewers Bucket. And this same halfe‑fac'd fellow,
      <lb n="1756"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Shadow</hi>, giue me this man: hee presents no marke to the
      <lb n="1757"/>Enemie, the foe‑man may with as great ayme leuell at
      <lb n="1758"/>the edge of a Pen‑knife: and for a Retrait, how swiftly
      <lb n="1759"/>will this<hi rend="italic">Feeble</hi>, the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giue
      <lb n="1760"/>me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. Put me a
      <lb n="1761"/>Calyuer into<hi rend="italic">Warts</hi>hand,<hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-bar">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bard.</speaker>
      <p n="1762">Hold<hi rend="italic">Wart</hi>, Trauerse: thus, thus, thus.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1763">Come, manage me your Calyuer: so: very well,
      <lb n="1764"/>go‑too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes
      <lb n="1765"/>a little, leane, old, chopt, bald Shot. Well said<hi rend="italic">Wart</hi>, thou
      <lb n="1766"/>art a good Scab: hold, there is a Tester for thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1767">Hee is not his Crafts‑master, hee doth not doe
      <lb n="1768"/>it right. I remember at Mile‑end‑Greene, when I lay
      <lb n="1769"/>at<hi rend="italic">Clements</hi>Inne, I was then Sir<hi rend="italic">Dagonet</hi>in<hi rend="italic">Arthures</hi>
         
      <lb n="1770"/>Show: there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would
      <lb n="1771"/>manage you his Peece thus: and hee would about,
      <lb n="1772"/>and about, and come you in, and come you in: Rah,
      <lb n="1773"/>tah, tah, would hee say, Bownce would hee say, and
      <lb n="1774"/>away againe would hee goe, and againe would he come:
      <lb n="1775"/>I shall neuer see such a fellow.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1776">These fellowes will doe well, Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.
      <lb n="1777"/>Farewell Master<hi rend="italic">Silence</hi>, I will not vse many wordes with
      <lb n="1778"/>you: fare you well, Gentlemen both: I thanke you:
      <lb n="1779"/>I must a dozen mile to night.<hi rend="italic">Bardolph</hi>, giue the Souldiers
      <lb n="1780"/>Coates.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1781">Sir<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>, Heauen blesse you, and prosper your
      <lb n="1782"/>Affaires, and send vs Peace. As you returne, visit
      <lb n="1783"/>my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: per­
      <lb n="1784"/>aduenture I will with you to the Court.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1785">I would you would, Master<hi rend="italic">Shallow</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-shl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Shal.</speaker>
      <p n="1786">Go‑too: I haue spoke at a word. Fare you
      <lb n="1787"/>well.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-2h4-fal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Falst.</speaker>
      <p n="1788">Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On<hi rend="italic">Bar­</hi>
         
      <lb n="1789"/>dolph, leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch off
      <lb n="1790"/>these Iustices: I doe see the bottome of Iustice<hi rend="italic">Shal­
      <lb n="1791"/>low</hi>. How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Ly­
      <lb n="1792"/>ing? This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but
      <lb n="1793"/>prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth, and the
      <lb n="1794"/>Feates hee hath done about Turnball‑street, and euery
      <lb n="1795"/>third word a Lye, duer pay'd to the hearer, then the
      <lb n="1796"/>Turkes Tribute. I doe remember him at<hi rend="italic">Clements</hi>Inne,
      <lb n="1797"/>like a man made after Supper, of a Cheese‑paring. When
      <lb n="1798"/>hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked
      <lb n="1799"/>Radish, with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a
      <lb n="1800"/>Knife. Hee was so forlorne, that his Dimensions (to
      <lb n="1801"/>any thicke fight) were inuincible. Hee was the very
      <lb n="1802"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Genius</hi>of Famine: hee came euer in the rere­ward of
      <lb n="1803"/>the Fashion: And now is this Vices Dagger become a
      <lb n="1804"/>Squire, and talks as familiarly of<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Gaunt, as if
      <lb n="1805"/>hee had beene sworne Brother to him: and Ile be sworne
      <lb n="1806"/>hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt‑yard, and then he
      <lb n="1807"/>burst his Head, for crowding among the Marshals men.
      <lb n="1808"/>I saw it, and told<hi rend="italic">Iohn</hi>of Gaunt, hee beat his owne
      <lb n="1809"/>Name, for you might haue truss'd him and all his Ap­
      <lb n="1810"/>parrell into an Eele‑skinne: the Case of a Treble Hoe­
      <lb n="1811"/>boy was a Mansion for him: a Court: and now hath
      <lb n="1812"/>hee Land, and Beeues. Well, I will be acquainted with
      <lb n="1813"/>him, if I returne: and it shall goe hard, but I will make
      <lb n="1814"/>him a Philosophers two Stones to me. If the young
      <lb n="1815"/>Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike, I see no reason, in the
      <lb n="1816"/>Law of Nature, but I may snap at him. Let time shape,
      <lb n="1817"/>and there an end.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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