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Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside. Know you where you are ?-For the other, sir John,- let me see.—Simon Shadow !
Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to sit under ; he's like to be a cold soldier.
Shal. Where's Shadow ?
Fal. Thy mother's son! like enough; and thy father's shadow; so the son of the female is the shadow of the male. It is often so, indeed; but not much 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 !
Fal. You may ; but if he had been a man's tailor, he would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a woman's petticoat ?
Fee. I will do my good will, sir ; you can have no more.
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 well, master Shallow ; deep, master Shallow.
Fee. 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 a private soldier, that is the leader of so many thousands.
Let that suffice, most forcible Feeble.
Fee. It shall suffice, sir.
Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.—Who is next?
Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green!
Fal. Fore God, a likely fellow !_Come, prick me Bull-calf till he roar again.
Bull. O Lord! good my lord captain,-
Bull. A whoreson 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. Here 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 windmill in Saint George's Fields ?
Fal. No more of that, good master Shallow, no more of that.
1 There is, in fact, but one more called than Falstaff required; perhaps pre might, with Mr. Capel, omit the word two.
Shal. Ha, it was a merry night.
And is Jane Night-work alive?
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 bold her own well?
Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.
Shal. Nay, she must be old ; she cannot choose 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 hadst seen that this knight and I have seen !-Ha, sir John, said I well?
Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master Shallow.
Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have ; in faith, sir John, we have ; our watch-word was, Hem, boys !—Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner.0, the days that we have seen !-Come, come.
[Exeunt Fal., Shal., and SilENCE. Bull. 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 hanged, sir, as go; and yet, for mine 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 ; else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so much.
Bard: Go to; stand aside.
uld dame's sake, stand my friend; she has nobody to do any thing about her, when I am gone; and she is old, and cannot help herself; you shall have forty, sir.
Bard. Go to stand aside.
1 There were no coins of ten shillings value in Henry the Fourth's time, Shakspeare's Harry ten shillings were those of Henry VII. or VIII.
Fee. By my troth, I care not ;-a man can die but once ;-we owe God a death ;-I'll ne'er bear a base mind ;-an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so. No man's 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’rt a good fellow.
Re-enter FalsTAFF, and Justices. Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have ? Shal. Four, of which you please.
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
you. Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong; they are your likeliest men, and I would have you served with the best.
Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit, master Shallow.—Here's Wart;-you see what a ragged appearance it is: he shall charge you, and discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's hammer ; come off, and on, swifter than he that gibbets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced fellow, Shadow,-give me this man ; he presents no mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim
1 Shakspeare uses thewes in a sense almost peculiar to himself, for muscular strength or sinews.
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 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, chapped, bald shot.? -Well said, i' faith, Wart; thou art a good scab; hold, there's a tester for thee.
Shal. He is not his craft’s-master, he doth not do it right. I remember at Mile-end Green, (when I lay at Clement's Inn,- I was then sir Dagonet in Arthur's show, 4) there was a little quiver 5 fellow, and 'a would manage you his piece thus; and 'a would about, and about, and come you in, and come you in; rah, tah, tah, would 'a say; bounce, would 'a say; and away again would ’a go, and again would ’a come.-I shall never see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow. -God keep you, master Silence; I will not use many words with you.-Fare you well, gentlemen both ; I
; 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
1 Traverse was an ancient military term for march! 2 Shot, for shooter. 3 Mile-end Green was the place for public sports and exercises. 4 Arthur's show was an exhibition of Toxopholites, styling themselves “The Auncient Order, Society, and Unitie laudable of Prince Arthure and his Knightly Armory of the Round Table.” The associates were fifty-eight in number. According to their historian and poet, Richard Robinson, this society was established by charter under king Henry the Eighth, who, when he sawe a good archer indeede, he chose him and ordained such a one for a knight of this order.” Robinson's book was printed in 1583. Sir Dagonet, though one of the knights, is also represented in the romance as king Arthur's fool. This society is also noticed by Richard Mulcaster (who was a member) in his book Concerning the Training up of Children, 1581, in a passage communicated to Malone by the Rev. Mr. Bowle.
5 Quiver is nimble, active.