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He lives upon mouldy stewed prunes, and dried keeping house, afore I'll be in these t vrite 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. Doll. I pray thee, Jack, be quiet; the rascal is

Bard. Pray thee, go down, good ancient. gone. Ah, you whoreson little valiant villain, you. Fal. Hark thee hither, mistress Doll.

Host. Are you not hurt i'the groin ? methought, Pist. Not 1: tell thee what, corporal Bar- he made a shrewd thrust at your belly. dolph ;

Re-enter Bardolph. I could tear her:

I'll be revenged on her. Page. Pray thee, go down.

Fal. Have you turned him out of doors ? Pist. I'll see her damned first ;-to Pluto's damn

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 Hector of Troy, worth five of Agamemnon, and ten

rogue! i'faith, I love thee. Thou art as valorous as choler. Pist. These be good humours, indeed! Shall times better than the nine worthies. Ah, villain! pack-horses,

Fal. A rascally slave! I will toss the rogue in a And hollow pamper'd jades of Asia,

blanket. Which cannot go but thirty miles a day,

Dell. Do, if thou darest for thy heart: if thou Compare with Cæsars, and with Cannibals," dost, I'll canvass thee between a pair of sheets. And Trojan Greeks ? nay, rather damn them with

Enter music. hing Cerberus ; and let the welkin roar.

Page. The music is come, sir. Shall we fall foul for toys? Host. By my troth, captain, these are very bitter knee, Doll. A rascal bragging slave! the rogue

Ful. Let them play ;-Play, sirs.-Sit on my words.

ded from me like quicksilver. Bard. Be gone, good ancient: this will grow

Doll. I'faith, and thou followedst him like a Da brawl anon.

church. Thou whoreson little tidy Bartholomew Pist. Die men, like dogs; give crowns like pins; boar-pig, when wilt thou leave fighting o'days, and Have we not Hiren here? Host. O' my word, captain, there's none such body for heaven?

foining o'nights, and begin to patch up thine old here. What the good-year! do you think I would deny her? for God's sake, be quiet.

Enter behind, Prince Henry and Poins, disguised Pist. Then feed, and be fat, my fair Calipolis : 4

like drawers. Come, give's some sack.

Fal. Peace, good Doll! Do not speak like a Si fortuna me tormenta, sperato me con- death's head : do not bid me remember mine end. tenta.

Doll. Sirrah, what humour is the prince of ? Fear we broadsides? no, let the fiend give fire: Fal. A good shallow young fellow: he would Give me some sack ;-and, sweetheart, lie thou have made a good pantler, he would have chipped there.

(Laying down his sword. bread well. Come we to full points here; and are el celeras Doll. They say, Poins has a good wit. nothing?

Fal. He a good wit ? hang him, baboon! his Fal. Pistol, I would be quiet.

wit is as thick as Tewksbury mustard : there is no Pist, Sweet knight, I kiss thy neis :: What! we more conceit in him, than is in a mallet. have seen the seven stars,

Doll. Why does the prince love him so then ? Doll. Thrust him down stairs; I cannot endure Fal. Because their legs are both of a bigness : such a fustian rascal.

and he plays at quoits well; and eats conger and Pist. Thrust him down stairs ! know we not fennel; and drinks off candles' ends for flap-draGalloway nags?

gons; 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 uothing, he shall be nothing here.

the sign of the leg; and breeds no bate with telling Bard. Come, get you down stairs.

of discreet stories, and such other gambol faculties Pist. What! shall we have incision? shall we he hath, that show a weak mind and an able body,

imbrue? (Snatching up his sword. for the which the prince admits him: for the prince Then death rock me asleep, abridge my doleful himself is such another; the weight of a hair will days!

turn the scales between their avoirdupois. Why then, let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds P. Hen. Would not this nave of a wheel have Untwine the sisters three! Come, Atropos, I say ! his ears cut off? Host. Here's goodly stuff toward!

Poins, Let's beat him before his whore. Fal. Give me my rapier, boy.

P. Hen. Look, if the withered elder hath not Doll. I pray thee, Jack, I pray thee, do not draw. his poll clawed like a parrot. Fal. Get you down stairs.

Poins. Is it not strange, that desire should so (Drawing, and driving Pistol out. many years outlive performance? Host. Here's a goodly tumult! I'll forswear

Fal. Kiss me, Doll.

P. Hen. Saturn and Venus this year in conjunc(1) Traitors, rascals.

tion! what says the almanac to that? (2) A quotation from a play of G. Peele's. (3) Blunder for Hannibal.

(5) Fist. (6) Common hacknies. 4) Parody of a line in the Battle of Alcasar, an (7) Throw. (8) Part of an ancient song.

(9) Thrusting.

old play.

Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon,' his where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; his the boy,—there is a good angel about him; but note-book, his counsel-keeper.

the devil outbids him too. Fal. Thou dost give me flattering busses.

P. Hen. For the women, Doll. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most con Fal. For one of them, --she is in hell already, stant heart.

and burns, poor soul! For the other,- I owe ber Fal. I am old, I am old.

money; and whether she be damned for that, I Doll. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy know not. young boy of them all.

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 the we'll to bed. Thou'st forget me, when I am gone house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think,

Doll. By my troih, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou wilt howl. thou sayest so: prove that ever I dress myself hand Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of some till thy return. -Well, hearken the end. mutton or two in a whole Lent? Fal. Somne sack, Francis.

P. Hen. You, gentlewoman,P. Hen. Poins.' Anon, anon, sir. (Advancing. Doll. What says your grace?

Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's—And art Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels not thou Poins his brother?

against. P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinful continents, Host. Who knocks so loud at door ? look to the what a life dost thou lead ?

door there, Francis. Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman,

Enter Peto. thou art a drawer. P. Hen. Very true, sir ; and I come to draw

P. Hen. Peto, how now ? what news?

Peto. The king, your father, is at Westminster; you out by the ears.

Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, my troth, welcome to London. Now the Lord Come from the nortń: and, as I came along, bless that sweet face of thine ! O Jesu, are you Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns, come from Wales ?

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majes. And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. ty,—by this light flesh and corrupt blood, thou art

P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to welcome.

blame, (Leaning his hand upon Doll. Doll. How! you fat fool, I scorn you.

So idly to profane the precious time; Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt,

When tempest of commotion, like the south, revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if

And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. not the heat.

P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you'; how Give me my sword, and cloak :-Falstaff, good vilely did you speak of me even now, before this

night. honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

(Ere. P. Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph. Hosi. 'Blessing o'your good heart! and so she

Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of the is, by my troth.

nicht, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. Fal. Didst thou hear me?

(Knocking heard.] More knocking at the door ? P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did

Re-enter Bardolph. when you ran away by Gads-hill : you knew, I How now? what's the matter ? was at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently ; my patience.

A dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou Fal. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the Page.)wast within hearing.

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 no:

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? Doll. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not ready Fal. No abuse, Hal.

to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thyself. Poins. No abuse !

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 thee well. a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks Bard. (Within,) Mistress Tear-sheet, for it. No abuse, Hal;-none, Ned, none ;-no, Host, What's the matter? bovs, none.

Bard. (Within.] Bid mistress Tear-sheet come P.' Hen. See, now, whether pure fear, and en- to my master. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vir Hóst. O run, Doll, run ; run, good Doll. [Ede. tuous 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 ?

ACT Ill.

. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph ir- SCENE I.--A room in the palace. Enter King recoverable : and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen,

Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page.

K. Hen. Go, call the earls of Surrey, and of (1) An astronomical term. (2) A short cloak.


you take


But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, When Richard,—with his eye ormfull of tears, And well consider of them: Make good speed. Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,

(Exit Page. Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? How many thousands of my poorest subjects Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep, My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne ;Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent ; That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, But that necessity so bow'd the state, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?

That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss :Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, The time sha!l come, thus did he follow it, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber; Shall break into corruption :-so went on, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Foretelling this same time's condition, Under the canopies of costly state,

And the division of our amity. And lulld with sounds of sweetest melody? War. There is a history in all men's lives, O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd: In loathsome beds: and leav'st the kingly couch, The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? With a near aim, of the main chance of things Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast

As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. In cradle of the rude imperious surge;

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And in the visitation of the winds,

And, by the necessary form of this, Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them That great Northumberland, then false to him, With deafʼning clamours in the slippery clouds, Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; That, with the hurly,' death itself awakes? Which should not find a ground to root upon, Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose

Unless on you. To the wet sen-boy in an hour so rude;

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Then let us meet them like necessities :With all appliances and means to boot,

And that same word even now cries out on us; Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! They say, the bishop and Northumberland Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Are fifty thousand strong.

It cannot be, my lord: Enter Warwick and Surrey.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, War. Many good morrows to your majesty!

The numbers of the fear'd :-Please it your grace, K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?

To go to bed: upon my life, my lord, War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

The powers that you already have sent forth, K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my Shall bring this prize in very easily. Jords.

To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. War. We have, my liege.

Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add kingdom

Unto your sickness. How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : And with what danger, near the heart of it. And, were these inward wars once out of hand,

War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd; We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. (Exe.
Which to his former strength may be restorů,
With good advice, and little medicine :-

SCENE II.-Court before Justice Shallow's house, My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book meeling; Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bull? of fate;

calf, and servants, behind. And see the revolution of the times

Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your Make mountains level, and the continent hand, sir, give me your hand, sir : an early stirrer, (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

by the rood.' And how doth my good cousin, SiInto the sea! and, other times, to see

lence ? The beachy girdle of the ocean

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. Too wide for Neptune's hips ; how chances mock, Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-lellow? And changes fill ihe cup of alteration

and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughWith divers liquors ! O, if this were seen,

ter Ellen? The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through, Sil. Alas, á black ouzel, cousin Shallow. What perils past, what crosses to ensue,

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. William is become a good scholar : He is at Ox'Tis not ten years gone,

ford still, is he not ? Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost. Did feast together, and, in two years after,

Shal. He must then to the inns of courts shortly: Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since I was once of Clement’s-Inn; where, I think, they This Percy was the man nearest my soul; will talk of mad Shallow yet. Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

Sil. You were called—lusty Shallow, then, And laid his love and life under my foot;

cousin. Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and Gave hiin defiance. But which of you was by, I would have done any thing, indeed,' and roundly (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) too. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford

[To Warwick. shire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, (1) Noise. (2) Those in lowly situations.

(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-robas? were; and had the best of them all at John. commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think. of Norfolk

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon commission with me. about soldiers ?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw should be of the peace. im bro 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 ac

Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? quaintances are dead!

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Si. We shall all follow, cousin.

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 anall dic. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stam- pear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. ford fair?

Let me see ; Where is Mouldy? Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Moul. Here, an't please you. Shal. Death is certain.- Is old Double of your

Shal. What'think you, sír John? a good-limbed town living yet ?

fellow: young, strong, and of good friends. Sil. Dead, sir.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldy ? Shal. Dead!--See, see!-he drew a good bow;

Moul. Yea, an't please you. 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, Jack 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 fourteers and a half, that it would

Fal. Prick him.

(To Shallow. have done a man's heart good to see.-How a score

Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an you of ewes now?

could have let me alone: my old dame will be unSil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes done now, for one to do her husbandry, and her may be worth ten pounds.

drudgery: you need not to have pricked me; there Shal. And is old Double dead?

are other men fitter to go out than I.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. MoulEnter Bardolph, and one with him. dy, it is time you were spent. Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men,

Moul. Spent ! as I think.

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I be- you where you are ?- For the other, sir John :-let seech you, which is justice Shallow?

me see ;-Simon Shadow! Shal. I'am Roberi Shallow, sir; a poor esquire Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: of this county, and one of the king's justices of the he's like to be a cold soldier peace: What is your good pleasure with me?

Shal. Where's Shadow ? Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you:

Shad. Here, sir. my captain, sir John Falstaff: a talls gentleman, Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou ? by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

Shad. My mother's son, sir. Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a Fal. Thy mother's son like enough; and thy good backsword man: How doth the good knight? father's shadow: so the son of the female is the may I ask, how my lady his wife doth?

shadow the male: It is often so, indeed; but Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommo- not much of the father's substance. dated, than with a wise.

Shal. Do you like him, sir John ? Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir ; and it is well

Fal. Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him ; said, indeed, too. Better accommodated !-it is-for we have a number of shadows to fill up the good; yea, indeed, it is : good phrases are surely, muster-book. and ever were, very commendable. Accommo Shal. Thomas Wart! dated !-it comes from accommodo : very good; a

Fal. Where's he? good phrase.

Wart. Here, sir.
Bard. Pardon me, sir ; I have heard the word. Fal. Is thy name Wart?
Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Wart. Yea, sir. the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. sword, to be a soldier-like word, and a word of ex Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ? ceeding good command. Accommodated ; that is, Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built when a man is, as they say, accommodated : or, upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon when a man is,-being, whereby,-- he may be pins: prick him no more. thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir ; you can thing.

do it: I commend you well.-Francis Feeble! Enter Falstaff.

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.

(4) Hit the white mark at twelve score yards. (2) Ladies of pleasure. (3) Boy.

(5) Brave.

no more.

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 Fee. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a de

sire to stay with my friends; else, sir, I did not care, Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, for mine own part, so much. courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the Bard. Go to; stand aside. wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Moul. And, good master corporal captain, for Prick the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; my old dame's sake, stand my friend : she has nodd, master Shallow.

body to do any thing about her, when I am gone : Fee. I would, Wart might have gone, sir. and she is old, and cannot help herself: you shall

Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor; that thou have forty, sir. Inight'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I can Bard. Go to; stand aside. not put him to a private soldier, that is the leader 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.

a base mind:-an't be my destiny, so;--an't be Fee. It shall suffice, sir.

not, so: No man's too good to serve his prince; Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.— and, let it go which way it will, he that dies this Who is next?

year, is quit for the next. Shru. Peter Bull-calf of the green!

Bard. Well said ; thou'rt a good fellow.
Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf.

Fee, 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.
Bull. Here, sir.
Ful. 'Fore God, a likely fellow !-Come, prick

Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices. the Bull-calf, till he roar again.

Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have ? Bull. O lord! good my lord captain.

Shal. Four, of which you please. Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked? Bard. Sir, a word with you:- I have three pound Bull. O lord, sir! I am a diseased man. to free Mouldy and Bull-call. Fal. What disease hast thou?

Fal. Go to; well. Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you have ? I caught with ringing in the king's affairs, upon his Fal. Do you choose for me. coronation day, sir. Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown; and Shadow,

Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-call, Feeble, we will have away thy cold ; and I will take such

Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:-For you, Mouldy, order, that thy friends shall ring for thee.--Is here stay at home still; you are past service: and, for all ?

your part, Bull-call-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 Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong: pray you, go in with me to dinner.

they are your likeliest men, and I would have you Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I can served with the best. not tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to troth, master Shallow.

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?

than he that gibbets-on the brewer's buckét. And Fal. She lives, master Shallow.

this same hall-fac'd fellow, Shadow,-give me this Shal. She never could away with me.

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 could not abide master Shallow.

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 ?

Put me a caliver? into Wart's hand, Bardolph. Fal. Old, old, master Shallow,

Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse;" thus, thus, thus. Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose

Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So :-very but be old; certain, she's old; and had Robin well :-go to :-very good :-exceeding good.-0, Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to give me always a little, lean, old, chapped, balá Clement's-Inn.

shot. _Well said, i'faith, Wart; thou art a good Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

scab: hold, there's a tester for thee. Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen Shal. He is not his craft's-master, he doth not do that that this knight and I have seen !-Ha, sir it right. I remember at Mile-end green (when I John, said I well ?

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 Cume, come. (Exe. Falstaff, Shallow, and Silence. Tellow.

(1) Enemy.

(2) Gun.

(3) Marrh

(4) Shooter.

(5) An exhibition of archery

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