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When Richard—with his eyes brimfull of tears,
Then checked and rated by Northumberland—
Did speak these words, now proved a prophecy f
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 bowed the state, .
That I and greatness were compelled 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 deceased;
The which observed, 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 P 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; Rumor doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared:—Please it your grace To go to bed; upon my life, my lord, The powers that you already have sent forth,

and did not come into that of the JWevils till many years after; when Anne, the daughter of this earl, married Richard JWevil, son of the earl of Salisbury, who makes a conspicuous figure in the Third Part of King Henry VI. under the title of earl of Warwick.

Shall bring this prize in very easily.
To comfort you the more, I have received
A certain instance, that Glendower is dead."
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
And these unseasoned hours, perforce, must add
Unto your sickness. -

R. Hen. I will take your counsel;
And, were these inward wars once out of hand,
We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. [Eveunt.

SCENE II. Court before Justice Shallow’s House in


Enter SHALLow and SILENCE, meeting ; MoULDY, SHADow, WART, FEEBLE, BULL-CALF, and Servants,


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 F Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. . Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow f and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen P 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 court 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, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man,—you had not four such swinge-bucklers” in all the inns of court again: and, I may say to you, we knew where the bona-robas." were; and had the best of them all at 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 ? Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him break Skogan’s “head at the court gate, when he was a crack,” not thus high ; and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray’s Inn. O, the mad days that I have spent and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead! . - Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. . Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all: all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair P Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there. Shal. Death is certain.—Is old Double of your town living yet? Sil. Dead, sir. Shal. Dead —See, see –he drew a good bow:— And dead!—he shot a fine shoot :—John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead!—he would have clapped i' the clout at twelve score; " and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to see.—How a score of ewes

1 Glendower did not die till after king Henry IV. Shakspeare was led into this error by Holinshed. 2 The rood is the cross or crucific (rode, Sax.).

1 The Cotswold hills in Gloucestershire were famous for rural sports of all kinds. 2 Swinge-bucklers and swash-bucklers were terms implying rakes and rioters. - x 3 “Buona-roba as we say, goodstuff; a good, wholesome, plump-cheeked wench.” Florio. w 4 Shakspeare probably got his idea of Scogan from his jests, which were published by Andrew Borde in the reign of king Henry VIII. 5 A crack is a boy. - . 6 Hit the white mark at twelve score yards. By the statute 33 Hen. VIII. c. 9, every person turned of seventeen years of age, who shoots at a less distance than twelve score, is to forfeit six shillings and eight pence.

now P . . Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes

may be worth ten pounds.

Shal. And is old Double dead P

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 f 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 l—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 soldierlike 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.

! It appears that it was fashionable in the Poet's time to introduce this word accommodate upon all occasions. Ben Jonson, in his Discoveries, calls it one of the perfumed terms of the time.



Shal. It is very just.—Look, here comes good sir John.—Give me your good hand, give me your worship's good hand. By my troth, you look well, and bear your years very well: welcome, good sir John. 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. Sil. Your good worship is welcome. Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.—Gentlemen, have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men P Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sitf Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Shal. Where’s the roll P where's the roll f where's the roll F-Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so : Yea, marry, sir.—Ralph Mouldy:—let them appear as I call; let them do so, let them do so. Let me see : where is Mouldy ? Moul. Here, an’t please you. Shal. What think you, sir John F a good-limbed fellow; young, strong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy ? Moul. Yea, an’t please you. Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith ! things that are mouldy, lack use. Very singular good —In faith, well said, sir John ; very well said. . 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

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