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Such things become the hatch and brood of time;
K. Henry. Are these things then neceflities?
War. It cannot be:
The Pow’rs, that you already have sent forth,
K. Henry. I will take your counsel :
Enter Shallow and Silence, Justices ; with Mouldy,
Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bull-calf.
your hand, Sir; an early stirrer, by the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence ?
Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
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Şil. Alas, a' black ouzel, cousin Shallow.
Sbal: 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 callid lusty Shallow then, cousin.
Shal. I was callid any thing, and I would have done any thing, indeed, too, and roundly too. There was s, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele a Cotoswold 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-Roba's were, and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, (now Sir John) a boy, and page to Tbomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Sil. This Sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about Soldiers ?
Shal. The same Sir John, the very fame: I saw him break Schoggan's head at the Court-gate, when he was a crack, not thus high; and the very same day. I did fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Grays-Inn. O țhe mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead?
Şil. We shall all follow, cousin.
Shal. Certain, 'tis certain, verysure, very sure: death (as the Psalmist faith) is certain to all, all shall die. How a good. yoke of Bullocks at Stamford Fair:
Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.
Shal. Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living yec? i Şil. Dead, Sir.
Shal. Dead !. see, see, hę drew a good bow: and dead ? he fhot a fine shoot.: John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much mony on his head. Dead! he would have clapt in the clowt aç twelve score, and carsied you a fore-hand 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 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 Page.
Shal. Good morrow, honest gentlemen.
Shal. I am Robert Shallow, Sir, a poor Esquire of this County, 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 Falstaf; a tall gentleman, by heav'n! and a most gallant leader
Shal. He greets me well : Sir, I knew him a good back-sword man.
How doth the good Knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth?
Bard. Sir, pardon, a soldier is better accommodated than with a wife.
Shal. It is well said, Sir; and it is well said, indeed, too: better accommodated it is good, yea, indeed, is it ; good phrases, surely, are, and ever were very commendable. Accommodated it comes of accommodo; very good, a good phrase.
Bard. Pardon me, Sir, I have heard the word. Phrase, call you it? by this day, I know not the phrase; but I will maintain the word with my sword, to bé a soldier-like 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.
Aip's good hand: trust me, you look well, and bear your years very well. Welcome, good Sir Folom.
Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert Sballow: Matter Sure-card, as I think,
Shal. No, Sir John, it is my coulin 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 of fufficient men
Shal. Marry have we, Sir: will you fit?
Shal. Where's the roll? Where's the roll? where's the roll? let me fec, let me see, let me fee: fo, ro, so, so: yea, marry, Sir. Ralph Mouldy : -- let them appear as I call: let them do fo, let them do so. see, where is Mouldy?
Moul. Here, if it please you. "! Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good limb! fellow : young, strong, and of good friends. Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Moul. Yea, if it, please you. Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert us.d.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent, i'faith. Things, that are mouldy, lack use : very singular good. Well faid, Sir John, very well said.
Fal. Prick him.'
Moul. I was prickt well enough before, if 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 prickt'me, there are other men fitter to go out than I.
bal. Go to: peace; Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldy, it is time you were spent.
Shal. Peace, fellow, peace: stand aside: know you where you are? for the other, Sir John. -- Let me see: Simon Shadowy.
Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under : he's like to be a cold soldier.
Shal. Where's Shadow ?
Fal. Thy mother's fon! like enough, and thy father's shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow of the male: it is often fo, 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 do fill up the muster-book.
Shal. Thomas Wart.
Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built up, on his back, and the whole frame Itands upon pins; prick him no more.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it, Sir; you can da 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 battel, as thou haft done in a woman's petticoat?
Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have no
Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor; well said, courageous Feeble : thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathul Dove, or most magnanimous Monse. Prick the