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woman's tailor well, mafter Shallow, deep, master Sballow.
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 foldier, that is the leader of so many thousands. Let that suffice, molt forcible Feeble.
Feeble. It shall suffice.
Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is the next?
Sbal, Peter Bulcalf of the Green.
Fal. Trust me, a likely fellow. Come, prick me Bulçalf, till he roar again. 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?
Sbal. There is two more called than your number, you must have but four here, Sir; and so, I pray you,
I 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 troch, master Sballow.'
Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in the wind-mill in Saint 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 Nightwerk alive? Fal. She lives, master Shallow,
Sbal. She never could away with me.
Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could hot abide mafter Shallow.
Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart : she was then a Bona-roba. Doth the hold her own well?
Fal. Old, old, mafter Shallow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old, she cannot chuse but
be old; certain, she's old, and had Robin Night-work I by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's-Inn.
Sil. That's fifty five years ago.
Shal. Hah, cousin Silence, that thou ħadft seen That, that this knight and I have feen!hah, Sir Jobin said I well?
Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Mafter 3 Shallow.
Shal. That we have, that we have, in faith, Sir Jobni we have: our watch-word was, hem, boys. — Come, let's to dinner;. Oh, the days that we have seen! come,
Bul. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my friend, and here is four Harry ten shillings in French Crowns for you : in very cruth, 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 sowo part, have a desire to stay with my friends ; elle,
Sir, I did not care for mine own part so much,
Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old Dame's fake stand my friend : she hath no body to do ány thing about her when I am gone, and she's old and cannot help her felf: you shall have forty, Sir.
tỷ ( Bard. Go to i 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 so: if it be not, so. 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.
Fal. Come, Sir, which men that I have?
Bard. Sir, a word with you : -- I have three pound to free Mouldy and Bulcalf.
Fal. Go to: well.
Fal. Mouldy, and Bulcalf :-- for you, Moulds, stay at home till you are paft service: and for your part, Bulcalf, grow till you come unto it: I will none po Sbal: Sir Föhn, Sir John, do not yourself wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would have you ley'd
I with the beft.
Fal: Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to chase a man? cate I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk and big femblance of a man? give me the spirit, mafter Shallow. Here's Wart; you fee, what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a pewrerer's hammer ; come off and
on, Twifter than he that gibbets on the brewer's bucket. And this fame half-fac'd fellow Shadow, give me this man, he prefents no mark to the enemy, the fo-man may with as great aim level at the edge of a pen-knife: and, for a terreat, how sweetly will this Feeble; the woman's tailor, run off? O give me the spare men, and spare me the great ones. 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 fhot. Well faid, Wart,
thou art a good fcab: hold, there's a teker-for thee. 20 Shal. He is not his craft-matter, 'he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-End-Green;" when I lay at Clement's Inn, (24) I was then Sir Dagones in Arthur's
Show; (24) I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthur's Show] The only Intelligence I have glean'd of this worthy Wight, Sir Dagonet, is from Beaumont and Fletcher in their Knight of the burning Pefle.
Show; (25) there was a little quiver fellow, and he
would manage you his piece thus; and he would amu bout, and about, and come you in, and come you în :
rah, tah, tah, would he fay; bounce, would he fay, and away again would he go; and again would he come: 1 shalt never see such a fellow.
Pal. 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, 3 give the foldiers coats.
Shal. Sir John, heaven bless you, and prosper your affairs, and send us peace. As you return,
As you return, visit my house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: peradventure, I will with you to the Court.
Fal. I would you would, master Shallow.
[Exit. Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardalpha lead the men away. As I return, I will fetch off these Justices: I do fee the bottom of Justice Shallow. How fubje&t we old men ate to this vice of lying! this fame ftary'd Justice hath done nothing but prated to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he hath done about Turnbalaftreet; and every third word a lie, more
Boy. Besides, it will few ill favouredly to have a Grocer's Prentice
to court a King's Daughter. Cit. Will it. fo, Sir? You are well read in Hiftories! I pray youth what was Sir Dagonet: Was not be
he Prentice to a Gracer in Lonr don? Read the Play of The Four Prentices of London, where they
toss their Pikes fo : &c.
manage you Piece thus.] This extreme fine Sketch of Nature and Humour in Sbal. low's Character seems, in my opinion, invidiously enough sneer'd at in the Burning Pestle above quoted.
Ran, tan, tan, tan, tan, tani O Wench, and thou hadft but seen little Ned of Aldgate drum! How he made it, roar again and laid on like ra Tyrant; and then struck Softly till the Ward came up, and then thunder'd again, and together We go. Sa, fa, fa, bounce, quoth the Guns ; Courage, my Hearts, quoth the Captains ; Saint George, quoth the Pikemen; and withal here they lay and here they lay; and yet for all This I am here, Wench.
duly paid to the hearer than the Turk's tribute. I do remember him at Clement's Inn, likę a man made after fupper of a cheese-paring. When he was naked, he was for all the world like a forked radish, with a head fantasti, cally carv'd upon it with a knife. He was so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick fight were invincible. He was the very Genius of famine, yet leacherous as a Monkey, and the whores callid him Mandrake: he came èyer in the rere-ward of the fashion; and sung those cunes to the over-scutcht huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware they were his Fancies, or his, Good-nights. (26) And now is this Vice's dagger become à 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 Tile-yard, and then he broke his head for crouding among the Marshal's men. I saw it, and told John of Gaunt he beat his owa name; for you might have truss’d him and all his apparel into an Eel-skin; the case of a treble hoboy was
Mansion for him, a Coust; 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 philosopher's two stones to me. If the young Dace be à 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.
(Exeunt. (26) And now is this Vice's Dagger.] By Vice here the Poet means that drole Character in the old Plays, (which I have several Times mention'd in the Course of these Notes,) equipp'd with Asses Ears and a Wooden Dagger. It is very satirical in Falsaf to compare Shallow's A&tivity and Impertinence to such a Machine as a wooden Dagger in the Hands and Management of a Buffoon.