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My Lord Northumberland will soon be school'd.
K. Henry. Oh heav'n, that one might read the book
foot; Yea, for my fake, ev’n to the eyes of Richard, Gave him defiance. But which of you was by? (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember) [T. War. When Richard, with his eye brim-full of tears, Then check'd and rated by Northumberland, Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy.
Northumberland, thou ladder by the which
My cousin Bolingbroke afcends my throne; (Tho' then, Heav'n knows, I had no such intent; But that neceflity fo bow'd the state, That I and greatness were compell’d to kiss); • The time shall come, (thus did he follow it),
The time will come, that foul fin, gathering head,
War. There is a history in all mens' lives,
Such things become the hatch and brood of time ;
falseness, Which should not find a ground to root upon, Unless on you.
K. Henry. Are these things then necessities?
War. It cannot be :
fickness. K. Henry. I will take your counsel : And were these inward wars once out of hand, We would, dear Lords, unto the holy land. [Exeunt,
SC E N E III. Changes to Justice Shallow's seat in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, justices ; with Mouldy,
Shadow, Wart, Feeble, and Bull-calf. Shal. Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, Sir; an early stirrer, by the rood *. And how doth my good cousin Silence?
Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow.
bed-fellow? and your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen ? Sil. Alas, a black ouzel, coulin Shallow, * i. e, the cross.
Sbal. By yea and nay, Sir, I dare fäy my cousin William is become a good fcholar: he is at Oxford still, is he not ?...
Sil. Indeed, Sir, to my cost.
Shala He must then to the inns of court shortly: I was one of Clement's inn; where, I think, they will talk of mad Shallow yet. Sil
. You were calld lufty Shallow then, cousin. Shal. I was call'd any thing, and I would have done any thing, indeed, too, and
roundly too. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford hire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, and Will Squele, a Cotf-. wold 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 Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Sil. This Sir John, coufin, that comes hither anon about soldiers ?
Shal. The fame Sir John, the very fame: I saw him break Schoggan's head at the court-gate, when he was à crack, not thus high; and the very fame day I did fight with one Samson 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 fure, 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 yet?
Sil. Dead, Sir.
Shal. Dead ! see, fee, he drew a good bow: and dead ! he shot a fine shoot. John of Gaunt loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead! he would have clapp'd in the clowt* at twelve score, and carried you a fore-hand shaft at fourteen and fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's heart good to fee.—How a score of ewes now? i, e, hit the white mark. Vol. IV. Сс
Sil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes may be worth ten pounds. Shal. And is old Double dead?
SCENE IV. Enter Bardolph and Page.
Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think.
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 Falitaff; 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 aik 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 faid, 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 phra'e.
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 be 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.
SCENE V. Enter Falstaff. Shal. It is very juit. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand; give me your Worthip’s good hand : trust me, 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 of fufficient men?
Shal. Marry, have we, Sir; will you sit?
Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll ? where's the roll ? let me see, let me see, let me fee : fo, io, fo, fo: yea, marry, Sir. Ralph Mouldy:- let them appear as I call: let them do fo, let them do so. Let me fee, where is Mouldy?
Moul. Here, if it please you.
Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent i'faith. Things that are mouldy, lack use: very singular good. Well said, Sir John, very well faid.
Fal. Prick him.
Moul I was prick'd 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 prick'd me, there are other men fitter to go out than I.
Fal. Go to: peace, Mouldy, you shall go. Mouldý, it is time you were spent.
Shal. Peace, fellow, peace: stand afide: know you where you are? For the other, Sir John.—Let me iee: Simon Shadow.
Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under: he's like to be a cold foldier.
Shal. Where's Shadow ?