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The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head,
War. There is a history in all men's lives,
K. Hen. Are these things then necessities? Then let us meet them like necessities :And that same word even now cries out on us; They say, the bishop and Northumberland Are fifty thousand strong. War.
It cannot be, my lord;
that you already have sent forth,
Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill;
K. Hen. I will take your counsel:
Court before Justice Shallow's House in Gloucester
Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting; MOULDY,
SHADOW, WART, FEEBLE, BULLCALF, and Servants, behind.
Shal. Come on, come on, come on: give me your hand, sir, give me your hand, sir; an early stirrer, by the rood s7. And how doth my good cousin Silence?
Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and your fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughter Ellen?
Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow.
Shal. 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.
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. By the mass, I was call'd any thing; and I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotswold man,-you had not four such swinge-bucklers 58 in all the inns of court again: and, I may say to you, we knew where the bonarobas were; and had the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack Falstaff, now sir John, a boy; and page to. Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk.
Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon about soldiers ?
Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him break Skogan's head at the court gate, when he was a crack, not thus high: and the very same day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind Gray's-inn. O, the mad days that I have spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance are dead!
Sil. We shall all follow, cousin.
Shal. Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure: death, as the Psalmist saith, 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 yet?
Sil. Dead, sir.
Shal. Dead!-See, see !—he drew a good bow ;And dead !-he shot a fine shoot :- John of Gaunt lov'd him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! he would have clapp'd i'the clout at twelve score 59; and carry'd you a forehand shaft a fourteen and fourteen and a half 6, 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 one with him. Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.
Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen: I beseech you, which is justice Shallow?
Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of this county, and 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 Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant leader.
Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good backsword man: How doth the good knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth ?
Bard. Sir, pardon; a soldier is better accommo. dated “, than with a wife.
Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said indeed too. Better accommodated !-it is good; yea, indeed, is it: good phrases are surely, 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 good day, I know not the phrase: but I will maintain the word with my sword, to be a soldierlike 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.
Enter FALSTAFF. Shal. It is very just:-Look, here comes good sir 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 sir John.
Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think.
Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin 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 sufficient men?