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. ther's shadow: fo the son of the female is the shadow of the male: it is often so, indeed, but not of the father's substance.
Shal. Do you like him, Sir John?
Fal. Shadow will serve for summer; prick him; for we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book.
Shal. Thomas Wart.
Fal. It were superfluous ; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins; prick him no more.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it, Sir* ; you can do it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble.
Feeble. Here, Sir.
Fal. You may: but if he had been a man's tailor, he would have prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a wo. man's petticoat?
Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have
Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor; well said, courageous Feeble : thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse. Prick the woman's tailor weblo Master Shallow, deep, Mafter Shallow.
Feeble. I would Wart might have gone, Sir.
Fal. I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to be a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that suffice, moft forcible Feeble.
Feeb. It shall suffice.
Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is the next? i, e, you know how to jest,
Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green.
Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow. Come, prick me
Bul. Oh, good my Lord Captain
Bul. A whorson cold, Sir; a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing in the King's affairs, upon his coronation-day, Sir.
Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown : we will have away thy cold, and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee. Is here all ?
Shal. There is two more called than your number; you must have but four here, Sir; and so, I pray you, go in with me to dinner.
Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, in good troth, Master Shallow.
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the wind-mill in St. George's fields ?
Fal. No more of that, good Master Shallow, no more of that.
Shal. Ha! it was a merry night. And is Jane
Fal. She lives, Master Shallow.
Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could not abide Master Shallow.
Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart: she was then a Bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well ?
Fal. Old, old, Master Shallow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot chuse but be old; certain, she's old, and had Robin Night-work by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's inn.
Sil. That's fifty-five years ago.
Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadít seen that that this knight and I have seen! -Hah, Sir John, faid I well?
Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, MaIter Shallow.
Shal. That we have, that we have, in faith, Sir John, we have : our watchword was, Hem, boys.Come, let's to dinner; oh, the days that we have seen! come, come.
Bul. Good Master Corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and here is four Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you: in very truth, Sir, I had as lief be hang’d, Sir, as go; and yet for my own part, Sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and, for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my friends; elfe, Sir, I do not care for mine own part so much.
Bard. Go to; stand afide.
Moul. And, good Master Corporal Captain, for my old dame's fake stand my friend : she hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and she's old, and cannot help herself: you shall have forty, Sir.
Bard. Go to; stand aside.
Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God a death; I will never bear a base mind ; if it be. my destiny, fo; if it be not, fo. No man is too good to serve his prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year, is quit for the next.
Bard. Well said, thou art a good fellow.
Bard. Sir, a word with you. I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bull-calf.
Fal. Go to: well.
Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow.
Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf:--for you, Mouldy, stay at home till you are past service; and for your part, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it. I will none of you.
Shal. Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong; they are your likelieit men, and I would have you serv'd with the best.
off and on,
you tell me, Master Shallow, how to chuse a man ? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the Itature, bulk and big semblance of a man? give me the spirit, Maiter Shallow. Here's Wart; you iee what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewterer's hammer; come
swifter than he that gibbets on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-face'd fellow Shadow, give me this man, he presents no mark to the enemy; the foman may with as great aim level at the edge of a penknife ; and, for a retreat, how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run off? O give me the spare men, and spare me the great oncs.
Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph.
Bard. Hold, Wart, traverse ; thus, thus, thus.
Fal. Come, manage me your caliver : so, very well, go to, very good, exceeding good. O, give me always a little, lean, old, chopt, bald shot. Well said, Wart, thou art a good scab : hold, there is a teiter for thee.
Shal. He is not his craft-malter, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end Green, when í lay at Clement's inn, I was then Sir Dagonet in irthur's show; there was a little quiver fellow, anu he would manage you his piece thus; and he would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in : Rah, tah, tah, would he say, Bounce, would he say, and away again would he go, and again would he come. I knall never see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellows will do well. Master Shallow, God keep you; farewel, Master Silence. I will not use many words with you, fare you well, Gentlemen both. I thank you, I must a dozen mile to-night. Bardolph, give the soldiers coats.
Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace. As you return, visit my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed : perada. venture I will with you to the court.
Fal. I would you would, Maiter Shallow. Shal. Go to: I have ipoke at a word. Fare you well.
[Exit. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardolph, lead the men away. “ As I return, I will fetch
o off thefe Justices. I do fee the bottom of Justice “ Shallow. How subject we old men are to this vice “ of lying ! this fame starv'd Justice hath done no
thing but prated to me of the wildness of his youth, “ and the feats he hath done about Turnbal-itreet; “s and every third word a lye, more duly paid to the
hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him “ at Clement's inn, like a man made after supper of
a cheeseparing. When he was naked, he was for “ all the world like a forked radish, with a head fan“ tastically carv'd upon it with a knife. He was so for“ lorn, that his dimensions to any thick fight were in“ visible. He was the very genius of famine, yet lecherous as a monkey, and the whores call'd him mandrake : he came ever in the rere-ward of the fashion ; and sung those tunes to the over-scutch'd * huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights. And now is this vice's dagger become a squire, and talks as familiarly of John of Gaunt as if he had been sworn brother to him: and I'll be sworn, he never saw him but once in the tiltyard, and then he broke his head for crouding among the Marshal's men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his own name; for you might have truss’d him and all his apparel into an eel-ikin: the case of a treble hoboy was a mansion for him, a court; and now hath he land and beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and it shall go hard but I will make him a philofopher's two stones + to me. If the young dace be a bait for the old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him. Let time shape, and there's an end.
* 1. e. whipp'd, carted. + One of which was an universal medicine, and the other a transmuter of baler metals into goidMr. Warburton,