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excuses shall not be admitted ; there is no excuse shall serve ; you shall not be excused.'-Why, Davy!
Enter DAVY. Davy. Here, sir.
Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy ; let me see :-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither. -Sir John, you shall not be excused.
Davy. Marry, sir, thus ;- those precepts cannot be served :2 and, again, sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat ? Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook ;
-Are there no young pigeons ? Davy. Yes, sir. Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons.
Shal. Let it be cast, and paid ;--sir John, you shall not be excused.
Davy. Now, sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had :- And, sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?
Shal. He shall answer it : Some pigeons, Davy ; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton ; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook.
Davy. Doth the man of war stay all night, sir?
Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy ; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.
Davy. No worse than they are back-bitten, sir ; for they have marvellous foul linen.
Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.
Davy. I beseech you, sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill.
Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor ; that Visor is an arrant knave, on my knowledge.
Davy. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, sir : but yet, God forbid, sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, sir, this eight years ; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave
[!] The sterility of Justice Shallow's wit is admirably described, in thus making him, by one of th finest strokes of nature, so often vary his phrase, to express one and the same thing, and that the commonest. WARB.
 Precept is a justice's warrant. To the ffices which Falstaff gives Davy in the following scene, my be added that of justice's clerk. Davy has almost as many employments as Scrub in The Stratagem. JOHNS.
against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, sir ; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.
Shal. Go to ; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit Davy,] Where are are you, sir John ? Come, off with your boots.-Give me your hand, master Bardolph.
Bard, I am glad to see your worship.
Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph ;-and welcome, my tall fellow. [Te the Page.] Come, sir John.
[Exeunt SHALLOW. Fal. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. -Bardolph, look to our horses. -[Exeunt BARDOLPH and Page.] If I were saw'd into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow.3 It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his : They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turn’d into a justice-like serving-man: their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, 4 like so many wild geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master :sif to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his servants. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another : therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions (which is four terms, or two actions), and he shall laugh without intervallums. O, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders ! O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.
Shal. [Within.] Sir John !
(3) He had before called him the starved justice. His want of flesh is a standing jest. JOHNS.
 That is, in union, in accord. MAL.
16 There is something bumorous in making a spendthrift compute time by the operation of an action of debt. JOHNS,
SCENE II. Westminster. A Room in the Palace. Enter WARWICK and
the Lord Chief Justice. War. How now, my lord chief justice ? whither away? Ch. Just. How doth the king? War. Exceeding well : his cares are now all ended. Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.
War. He's walk'd the way of nature ; And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch.Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me with him : The service that I truly did his life, Hath left me open to all injuries.
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves you not.
Ch.Just. I know he doth not : and do arm myself,
WESTMORELAND, and others.
Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
War. We do remember ; but our argument
P.Hum. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed :
P.John. Though no man be assur'd what grace to find, You stand in coldest expectation : I am the sorrier ; 'would, 'twere otherwise.
Cla. Well, you must now speak sir John Falstaff fair; Which swims against your stream of quality.
Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul ; And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestallid remission.-
Enser King HENRY V.
King. This new and gorgeous garment, majesty,
King. You all look strangely on me :--and you most ; You are, I think, assur'd I love you not. [To the C.Just.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your father ;
(7) Not che court where the prince that mounts the throne puts his brothers to death, JOHNS.
 That is, Was this not grievous ? Shakspeare has easy in this sense elsewhere, JOHNS.
The image of the king whom I presented,
King. You are right, justice, and you weigh this well ;
I beseech you; My father is gone wild into his grave,
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