The time fhall come, thus did he follow it, War. There is a hiftory in all men's lives, King Richard might create a perfect guess, K. Henry. Are these things then neceffities? m And that fame word even now cries out on us; War. It cannot be, my lord; Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the fear'd:-Please it your grace, To go to bed; upon my life, my lord, The powers that you already have fent forth, Shall bring this prize in very easily. To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd 1 by the neceffary form of this,]-by attending to the conftant proce dure of fuch revolters. like neceffities:]with that compofure, which brave men difplay when danger appears inevitable.-like neceffity-with its refiftlefs violence. A cer "A certain inftance, that Glendower is dead. K. Henry. I will take your counsel : And, were these inward wars once out of hand, [Exeunt. Enter Shallow meeting Silence. Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bull-calf, Servants, &c. behind. Skal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, fir, give me your hand, fir: an early stirrer, by 'the rood. And how doth my good coufin Silence? Sil. Good morrow, good coufin Shallow. Shal. And how doth my coufin, your bed-fellow? and your faireft daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, coufin Shallow. P Shal. By yea and nay, fir, I dare fay, my coufin William is become a good fcholar: He is at Oxford still, is he not? Sil. Indeed, fir; to my coft. Shal. He must then to the inns of court fhortly: I was once of Clement's-inn; where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Sil. You were call'd-lufty Shallow, then, coufin. Shal. I was call'd any thing; and I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was I,, and "A certain infance,]-certain intelligence. the rood]-the cross. ? a black ouzel,]-fhe is of a dark complexion. little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele a Cotswold man, -you had not four fuch' fwinge-bucklers in all the inns of court again and, I may fay to you, we knew where the 'bona-robas were; and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now fir John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk. Sil. This fir John, coufin, that comes hither anon about foldiers? Shal. The fame fir John, the very fame. I saw him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when he was "a crack, not thus high: and the very fame day I did fight with one Sampfon Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray'sinn. O, the mad days that I have fpent! and to fee how many of mine old acquaintance are dead! Sil. We fhall all follow, cousin. Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very fure, very fure; death, as the Pfalmift faith, is certain to all; all fhall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? Sil. Truly, coufin, I was not there. Shal. Death is certain.-Is old Double of your town living yet? Sil. Dead, fir. Shal. Dead!-See, fee!-he drew a good bow ;-And dead!-he shot a fine fhoot :-John of Gaunt lov'd him a Cotswold man,]—“ he was outrun on Cotfale." MERY WIVES OF WINDSOR, Vol. I. p. 170. Slen. fwinge-bucklers,]-jwafb-bucklers, or fwafbers, were braggarts, who made a clatter by ftriking their fwords on their bucklers-rakes, roifters. "I have obferved these three swashers." • bona-robas]-the courtezans. t HENRY V. A& III. S. 2. Bay. Skogan's bead]-a famous jefter of the 15th century. a crack,]-a ftripling. "A crack, madam.” CORIOLANUS, A&I. S. 3. Vir. How a good yoke of bullocks]-were they prized, or fold, how went they. well, well, and betted much money on his head. Dead!-he would have* clapp'd i'the clout at twelve fcore; and carry'd you a fore-hand shaft a fourteen, and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to fee. How a score of ewes now? Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead! Enter Bardolph and his Boy. Sil. Here come two of fir John Falftaff's men, as I think. Bard. Good morrow, honeft gentlemen: I beseech you, which is justice Shallow ? Shal. I am Robert Shallow, fir; a poor efquire of this county, and one of the king's juftices of the peace: What is your good pleasure with me? Bard. My captain, fir, commends him to you; my captain, fir John Falftaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a moft gallant leader. Shal. He greets me well, fir; I knew him a good back, fword man: How doth the good knight? may I afk, how my lady his wife doth ? Bard. Sir, pardon; a foldier is better accommodated, than with a wife. Shal. It is well faid, fir; and it is well faid indeed too. Better accommodated!-it is good; yea, indeed, is it: good phrases are furely, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated!-it comes of accomodo: very good; a good phrafe. Bard. Pardon, fir; I have heard the word. Phrafe, call you it? By this day, I know not the phrase: but I * clapp'd i'the clout at twelve Score ;]-hit the white mark at the dif tance of 240 yards. ! Thereafter as they be ;]-According to their quality. will maintain the word with my fword, to be a foldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated; That is, when a man is, as they fay, accommodated: or, when a man is,-being,-whereby,-he may be thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent thing. Enter Falstaff. Shal. It is very juft:-Look, here comes good fir 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 fir John. Fal. I am glad to fee you well, good mafter Robert Shallow-Mafter Sure-card, as I think. Shal. No, fir John; it is my coufin Silence, in commiffion with me. Fal. Good mafter 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 fufficient men? Shal. Marry, have we, fir. Will Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's the roll?-Let me fee, let me fee, let me fee. So, fo, fo, fo: Yea, marry, fir:-Ralph Mouldy:-let them appear as I call; let them do fo, let them do fo.Let me fee; Where is Mouldy? Moul. Here, an't please you. Shal. What think you, fir John? a good-limb'd fellow; young, strong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Moul. Yea, an't please you. 2 of exceeding good command.]-very ready for one's purpose. Fal. |