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P. Aen. 'Faith, it does me; though it discolours

Enter Bardolph and Page. the complexion of my greatness to acknowledge it. Doth it not show vilely in me, to desire small beer?

Bard. 'Save your grace! Poins. Why, a prince should not be so loosely

P. Hen. And yours, most noble Bardolph! studied, as to remember so weak a composition.

Bard. Come, you virtuous ass, [To the page.) P. Hen. Belike then my appetite was not princely blush you now? What a maidenly man at arms are

you bashful fool, must you be blushing ? wherefore got; for, by my troth, I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. But, indeed, these humble you become! Is it such a matter, to get a pollleconsiderations make me out of love with my great pot's maidenhead? ness. What a disgrace is it to me, lo remember

Page. He called me even now, my lord, through thy name? or to know thy face to-morrow ? or to a red lattice, and I could discern no part of his take note how many pair of silk stockings thou face from the window : at last, I spied his eyes; hast; viz. these, and those that were the peach-and, methought, he had made two holes in the ale coloured ones?' or to bear the inventory of thy wife's new petticoat, and peeped through. shirts ; as, one for superfluity, and one other for

P. Hen. Hath not the boy profited ? use ?--but that, the tennis-court keeper knows bet.

Bard. Away, you whoreson upright rabbit, ter than I; for it is a low ebb of linen with thee, away! when thou keepest

not racket there ; as thou hasi Page. Away, you rascally Althea's dream, not done a grcat while, because the rest of thy low- away! countries have made a shift to eat up thy holland :

P. Hen. Instruct us, boy: What dream, boy? and God knows, whether those that bawl out the

Page. Marry, my lord, Althea dreamed 'she was ruins of thy linen,' shall inherit his kingdom; but delivered of a fire-brand, and therefore I call him

her dream. the midwives say, the children are not in the fault: whereupon the world increases, and kindreds are

P. Hen. A crown's worth of good interpretation,

-There it is, boy. Inightily strengthened.

[Gives him money. Poins. How'ill it follows, aster you have labour

Poins. O, that this good blossom could be kept ed so hard, you should talk so idly! Tell me, how from cankers !-Well, there is sixpence to preserve many good young princes would do so, their fathers thee. being so sick as yours at this time is ?

Bard. An you do not make him be hanged P. Hen. Shall I tell thee one thing, Poins ? among you, the gallows shall have wrong. Poins. Yes; and let it be an excellent good thing.

P. Hen. And how doth thy master, Bardolph? P. Hen. It shall serve among wits of no higher

Bard. Well, my lord. He heard of your grace's breeding than thine.

coming to town; there's a letter for you. Poins. Go to; I stand the push of your one doth the Marllemas," your master?

Poins. Delivered with good respect.-And bow thing that you will tell. P. Aen. Why, I tell thee,- it is not meet that I

Bard. In bodily health, sir. should be sad, now my father is sick: albeit I

Poins. Marry, the immortal part needs a physi. could tell to thee (as to one it pleases me, for fault gian: but that moves not him ; though that be sick, of a better, to call my friend,) I could be sad, and it dies not. sad indeed too.

P. Hen. I do allow this wen* to be as familiar Poins. Very hardly, upon such a subject.

with me as my dog: and he holds his place ; for, P. Hen. By this hand, thou think'st me as far in look you, how he writes. the devil's book, as thou, and Falstaff, for obduracy

Poins. ( Reads.] John Falstaff, knight,-- Every and persistency: Let the end try the man. But 1 man must know that, as oft as he has occasion to tell thee,-my heart bleeds inwardly, that my father name himself

. Even like those that are kin to the is so sick : and keeping such vile company as thou king; for they never prick their finger, but they art, hath in reason taken from me all ostentation say, There is some of the king's blood spilt: How of sorrow.

comes that ? says he, that lakes upon him not to Poins. The reason ?

conceive: the answer is as ready as a borrower's P. Hen. What wouldst thou think of me, if I cap; I am the king's poor cousin, sir. should weep?

P. Hen. Nay, they will be kin to us, or they will Poins. I would think thee a most princely hypo- fetch it from Japhet. But the letter :crite.

Poins. Sir John Falstaff, knight, lo the son of P. Hen. It would be every man's thought: and the king, nearest his father, Harry, prince of thou art a blessed fellow, to think as every man

Wales, greeting.-Why, this is a certificate. thinks; never a man's thought in the world keeps

P. Hen. Peace! the road-way better than thine: every man would

Poins, I will imitate the honourable Romanis think me a hypocrite indeed. And what accites brevity :-he sure means brevity in breath; shortyour most worshipful thought, to think so ?

winded.-1 commend me to thee, I commend thee, Poins. Why, because you have been so lewd, and I leave thee. Be not too familiar with Poins, and so much engraffed to Falstaff.

for he misuses thy favours so much, that he streets P. Hen. And to thee.

slhou urt to marry his sister Nell. Repent at idle Poins. By this light, I am well spoken of, I can linies as thou may'sl, and so farewell. hear it with my own ears : the worst that they can

Thine, by yeu and no, (which is a say of me is, ihat I am a second brother, and that

much as to say, as thou usest him,) I am a proper fellow of my hands; and ihose two

Jack Falstaff, roith my familiars, things, I contess, I cannot help. By the mass, here

John, with my brothers and sisters, comes Bardolph

and Sir John, with all Europe. P. Hen. And the boy that I gave Falstaff: he My lord, I will steep this letter in sack, and make had him from me Christian ; and look, if the fat him eat it. villaio have not transformed him ape.

P. Hen. That's to make him cat twenty of his (1) Children wrapt up in his old shirts. (3) Martinmas, St. Martin's day is Nov. 11. 18) An ale-bouse windor.

(4) Swollen excrescence.

words. But do you use me thus, Ned ? must I Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. marry your sister ?

He had no legs, that practis'd not his gait: Puins. May the wench have no worse fortune ! And speaking thick, which nature made his blemish, but I never said so.

Became the accents of the valiant;, P. Hen. Well, thus we play the fools with the For those that could speak low, and tardily, time; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds, Would turn their own perfection to abuse, and mock us.- Is your master here in London ? To seem like him : So that, in speech, in gait, Bard. Yes, my lord.

In diet, in affections of delight, P. Hen. Where sups he? Doth the old boar feed In military rules, humours of blood, in the old frank ?'

He was the mark and glass, copy and book, Bard. At the old place, my lord; in Eastcheap. That fashion'd others. And him,-0 wondrous him! P. Hen. What company?

O miracle of men !-him did you leave Page. Ephesians, my lord; of the old church. (Second to none, unseconded by you,) P. Hen. Sup any women with him ?

To look upon the hideous god of war Page. None, my lord, but old mistress Quickly, In disadvantage; to abide a field, and mistress Doll 'Tear-sheet.

Where nothing but the sound of Hotspur's name P. Hen. What pagan may that be?

Did seem defensible :-so you left him: Page. A proper gentlewoman, sir, and a kins- Never, O never, do his ghost the wrong, woman of my master's.

To hold your honour more precise and nice P. Hen. Even such kin, as the parish heifers are with others, than with him; let them alone; to the town bull.-Shall we steal upon them, Ned, The marshal, and the archbishop, are strong: at supper?

Had my sweet Harry had but half their numbers, Poins. I am your shadow, my lord; I'll follow To-day might I, hanging on Hotspur's neck, you.

Have talk' of Monmouth's grave. P. Hen. Sirrah, you boy, -and Bardolph ;-10 North.

Beshrew your heart, word to your master, that I am yet come to town: Fair daughter! you do draw my spirits from mo, There's for your silence.

With new lamenting ancient oversights, Bard. I have no tongue, sir.

But I must go, and meet with danger there; Pige. And for mine, sir,-1 will govern it. Or it will seek me in another place,

P. Hen. Fare ye well; go-Ereunt Bardolph And find me worse provided. and Page.)-this Doll Tear-sheet should be some Lady N

0, fly to Scotland, road.

Till that the nobles, and the armed commons, Poins. I warrant you, as common as the way Have of their puissance made a little laste. between Saint Alban's and London.

Lady P. If they get ground and vantage of the P. Hen. How mischt we see Falstaff bestow king, himself to-night in his true colours, and not our- Then join you with them, like a rib of steel, selves be seen ?

To make strength stronger ; but, for all our loves, Poins. Put on two leather jerkins, and aprons, First let them try themselves: So did your son ; and wait upon him at his table, as drawers. He was so suffer'd ; so eame I a widow;

P. Hen. From a god to a bull? a heavy descen- And never shall have length of life enough, sion! it was Jove's case. From a prince to a 'pren- To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes, tice? a low transformation! that' shall be mine: That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven, for, in every thing, the purpose must weigh with For recordation to my noble husband. the folly. Follow me, Ned.

(Exeunt North. Come, come, go in with me: 'uis will SCENE III.-Warkworth. Before the castle. As with the tide swell'd up into its height,

my mind, Enter Northumberland, Lady Northumberland, That makes a still-stand, running neither way. and Lady Percy,

Fain would I go to meet the archbishop, North. I pray thce, loving wise, and gentle But many thousand reasons hold me back :--dan hier,

I will resolve for Scotland ; there am I, Give even way unto my rough affairs :

Till time and vantage crave my company. Put not you on the visage of the times,

(Excunt. And be, like them, to Percy troublesome.

SCENE IV.-London. A room in the Boar's Lady N. I have given over, I will speak no more : Do what you will; your wisdom be your guide.

Head Tavern, in Eastcheap. Enter two Drawers. North. Alas, sweet wise, my honour is at pawn; 1 Dravo. What the devil hast thou brought there? And, but my going, nothing can redeem it. apple-Johns ? thou know'st, sir John cannot endure Laily P. O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these an apple-John." wars!

2 Draw. Mass, thou sayest true : The prince The time was, father, that you broke your word, once set a dish of apple-Johns before him, and told When you were more endeard to it than now; him, there were five more sir Johns : and, putting When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, off his hat, said, I will now take my leave of these Threw many a northward look, to see his father six dry, round, old, wither'd knights. It ångered Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain. him to the heart; but he hath forgot that. Who then persuaded you to stay at home?

1 Draw. Why then, cover, and.set them down : There were two honours lost; yours, and your son's. And see if thou canst find out Sneak's noise;" misFor yours,-may heavenly glory brighten it! tress Tear-sheet would sain hear some music. DeFor his,-it stuck upon him, as the sun

spatch:-The room where they supped is too hot; In the grey vault of heaven: and, by his light, they'll come in straight. Did all the chivalry of England move

2 Draw. Sirrah, here will be the prince, and To do brave acts; he was, indeed, the glass master Poins anoni and they will put on two of our (1) Sty. (2) Ml-betide.

(4) Sneak was a street minstrel : a noise of mo13) An apple that will keep two years sicians anciently signified a concert.

Poins. And, look, whether the fiery Trigon,' his where he doth nothing but roast malt-worms. For man, be not lisping to his master's old tables; his the boy,—there is a good angel about him; but note-book, his counsel-keeper.

the devil outbids him too. Fal. Thou dost give me Battering busses. P. Hen. For the women,

Dou. Nay, truly; I kiss thee with a most con Fal. For one of them,—she is in hell already, stant heart,

and burns, poor soul! For the other, one her Fal. I am old, I am old.

money; and whether she be damned for that, I Doll. I love thee better than I love e'er a scurvy know not. young boy of them all.

Host. No, I warrant you. Fal. What stuff wilt have a kirtle? of? I shall Fal. No, 'I think thou art not; I think, thou art receive money on Thursday: thou shalt have a cap quit for that: Marry, there is another indictment to-morrow. A merry song, come: it grows late, upon thee, for suffering flesh to be eaten in thy we'll to bed. Thou'st forget me, when I am gone. house, contrary to the law; for the which, I think,

Doll. By my troth, thou'lt set me a weeping, an thou wilt howl. thou sayesi so: prove that ever I dress myself hand Host. All victuallers do so: What's a joint of some till thy return. ---Well, hearken the end. mutton or two in a whole Lent? Fal. Some sack, Francis.

P. Hen. You, gentlewoman, P. Hen. Poins. Anon, anon, sir.. (.Advancing,

Doll. What says your grace? Fal. Ha! a bastard son of the king's—And art Fal. His grace says that which his flesh rebels not thou Poins his brother?

against. P. Hen. Why, thou globe of sinsul continents, Host. Who knocks so loud at door? look to the what a life dost thou lead ?

door there, Francis. Fal. A better than thou; I am a gentleman,

Enter Peto. thou art a drawer. P. Hen. Very true, sir ; and I come to draw

P. Hen. Peto, how now? what news? you out by the ears.

Pelo. The king, your father, is at Westminster; Host. O, the Lord preserve thy good grace! by And there are twenty weak and wearied posts, my troth, 'welcome to London.--Now the Lord Come from the north: and, as I came along, bless that sweet face of thine ! O Jesu, are you Bare-headed, sweating, knocking at the taverns,

I met, and overtook, a dozen captains, come from Wales ?

Fal. Thou whoreson mad compound of majes. And asking every one for sir John Falstaff. ty,-- by this light desh and corrupt blood, thou art

P. Hen. By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to welcome. [Leaning his hand upon Doll.

blame, Doll. How! you låt fool, I scorn you.

So idly to profane the precious time; Poins. My lord, he will drive you out of your Borne with black vapour, doth begin to meli,

When tempest of commotion, like the south, revenge, and turn all to a merriment, if you take And drop upon our bare unarmed heads. not the heat. P. Hen. You whoreson candle-mine, you ; how Give me my sword, and cloak:-Falstaff

, good vilely did you speak of me even now, before this

night. honest, virtuous, civil gentlewoman?

(Ere. P. Henry, Poins, Peto, and Bardolph.

Fal. Now comes in the sweetest morsel of ihe Host. 'Blessing o'your good heart! and so she is, by my troth.

night, and we must hence, and leave it unpicked. Fal. Didst thou hear me?

[Knocking heard.) More knocking at the door? P. Hen. Yes; and you knew me, as you did

Re-enter Bardolph. when you ran away by Gads-hill: you knew, I How now? what's the matter ? was at your back; and spoke it on purpose to try Bard. You must away to court, sir, presently ; my patience.

A dozen captains stay at door for you. Fal. No, no, no; not so; I did not think thou

Ful. Pay the musicians, sirrah. (To the Page.]wast within hearing. P. Hen. I shall drive you then to confess the cood wenches, how men of merit are sought after:

Farewell, hostess;-Farewell, Doll.—You see, mi wilful abuse; and then I know how to handle you. The undeserver may sleep, when the man of action

Fed. No ahuse, Hal, on mine honour; no abuse. is called on. Farewell, good wenches: If I be not

P. Hen. Not!' to dispraise me; and call me sent away post, I will sce you again ere I go. mantler, and bread-chipper, and I know not what? Doll. I cannot speak ;-If my heart be not ready Fal. No abuse, Hal to burst:-Well, sweet Jack, have a care of thysell

. Poins. No abuse ! Fal. No abuse, Ned, in the world; honest Ned,

Fal. Farewell
, farewell. (Ere. Fal. and Bard


Host. Well, fare thee well : I have known thee none. I dispraised him before the wicked, that the these twenty-nine years, come peascod-time ; but wicked might not fall in love with him :-in which an honester, and truer-hearted man,-Well, fare doing, I have done the part of a careful friend, and thee well. a true subject, and thy father is to give me thanks Bard. (Within.) Mistress Tear-sheet, for it. No abuse, Hal ;-nonc, Ned, nonc;-no, Host. What's the matter ? bovs, none.

Bard. (Within.) Bid mistress Tear-sheet come P.' Hen. See, now, whether pure fear, and en- to my master. tire cowardice, doth not make thee wrong this vir

Host. O run,

Doll, run; run, good Doll. (Ete. tuous gentlewoman to close with us? Is she of the wicked ? Is thine hostess here of the wicked? Or is the boy of the wicked? Or honest Bardolph, whose zeal burns in his nose, of the wicked ?

ACT III. Poins. Answer, thou dead elm, answer.

Fal. The fiend hath pricked down Bardolph ir-SCENE I. room in the palace. Enter King recoverable: and his face is Lucifer's privy kitchen,

Henry, in his night-gown, with a Page.

K. Hen. Go, call the earls or Surrey, and of (1) An astronomical term. (2) A short cloak.


But, ere they come, bid them o'er-read these letters, When Richard, --with his eye brimfull of tears, And well consider of them: Make good speed. Then check'd and rated by Northumberland,

(Erit Page. Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? How many thousands of my poorest subjects Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which Are at this hour asleep!-Sleep, gentle sleep, My cousin Boling broke ascends my throne;Nature's soll nurse, how have I frighted thee, Though then, heaven knows, I had no such intent; That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, But that necessity so bow'd the state, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ?

That I and greatness were compell’d' to kiss : Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, The time shall come, thus did he follow it, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,

The lime will come, thal foul sin, gathering head, And hush'd with buzzing night-dies to thy slumber; Shall break into corruption :—so went on, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great,

Foretelling this same time's condition, Under the canopies of costly state,

And the division of our amity. And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody ?

War. There is a history in all men's lives, O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : In loathsome beds : and leav'st the kingly couch, The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, A watch-case, or a common 'larum bell? With a near aim, of the main chance of things Will thou upon the high and giddy mast

As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. In cradle of the rude imperious surge ;

Such things become the hatch and brood of time; And in the visilation of the winds,

And, by the necessary form of this, Who take the ruffian billows by the top,

King Richard might create a perfect guess, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them That great Northumberland, ihen false to him, With dcal’ning clamours in the slippery clouds,

Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness; That, with the hurly,' death itself awakes ? Wnich'should not find a ground to root upon, Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose

Unless on you. To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ;

K. Hen. Are these things then necessities ? And, in the calmest and most stillest night, Then let us meet them like necessities :With all appliances and means to boot,

And that same word even now cries out on us; Deny it to a king? Then, happy low,2 lie down! They say, the bishop and Northumberland Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Are filty thousand strong.

It cannot be, my lord;
Enter Warwick and Surrey.

Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, War. Many good morrows to your majesty!

The nuinbers of the feard :- Please it your grace, K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?

To go to bed: upon my life, my lord, War. 'Tis one o'clock, and past.

The powers that you already have sent forth, K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my Shall bring this prize in very easily. Jords.

To comfort you the more, Úhave receiv'd Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? A certain instance, that Glendower is dead. War. We have, my liege.

Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill; K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add kingdom

Unto your sickness. How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : And with what danger, near the heart of it. And, were these inward wars once out of hand,

War. It is bui as a body, yet, distemperd; We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. (Exe. Which to his former strength may be restor’d, With good advice, and little medicine :-

SCENE II.-Court before Justice Shallow's house, Mv lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

in Gloucestershire. Enter Shallow and Silence, K. Hen. O heaven! that one might read the book

meeting ; Mouldy, Shadow, Wart, Feeble, Bullof fate;

call, and servants, behind. And see the revolution of the times

Shal, Come on, come on, come on; give me your Make mountains level, and the continent hand, sir, give me your hand, sir : an early stirrer, (Weary of solid firmness) melt itself

by the rood.? And how doth my good cousin, SiInto the sea ! and, other times, to see

lence ? The beachv girdle of the ocean

Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow, Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow? And changes fill the cup of alteration

and vour fairest daughter, and mine, my god-daughWith divers liquors ! O, if this were seen,

ter Ellen? The happiest youth,-viewing his progress through, Şil. Alas, a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. What perils past, what crosses to ensue,

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. William is become a good scholar: He is at Ox"Tis not ten years gone,

ford still, is he not? Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. Indeed, sir, to my cost. Did feast together, and, irytwo years after,

Shal. He must then to the inns of courts shortly: Were they at wars: It is but eight years, since I was once of Clement's-Inn; where, I think, they This Percy was the man nearest my soul;

will talk of mad Shallow yet. Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

Sil. You were called-lusty Shallow, then, And laid his love and life under my loot ;

cousin. Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, I would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember,) too. There was I, and little John Doit of Stafford

(To Warwick. shire, and black George Bare, and Francis Pickbone, (1) No:ee. (2) Those in lowly situations.

(9) Cross.

and Will Squote, & Cotswold man,-you had not sir John.--Give me your good hand, give me your four such swing-bucklers' in all the inns of court worship's good hand: By my troth, you look well, again. and I may say to you, we knew where the and bear your years very well: welcome, good sir bona-robas? were; and had the best of them all at John. commandment. Then was Jock Falstaff, now sir Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master John, a boy; and page to Thomas Mowbray, duke Robert Shallow :-Master Sure-card, as I think. of Norfolk.

Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon commission with me. aboul soldiers ?

Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw should be of the peace. him break Skogan's head at the court-gate, when Sil. Your good worship is welcome. he was a crack, not thus high: and the very same

Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-_Gentlemen, day did I fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruit- have you provided me here half a dozen sufficient crer, behind Gray's-Inn. O, the mad-days that I men? have spent! and to see how many of inine old ac- Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit ? quaintances are dead

Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you. Sit. We shall all follow, cousin.

Shal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very sure: the roll ?-Let me see, let me see. So, so, so, so:

Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all Yea, marry, sir :-Ralph Mouldy :-let them apshall ja Hlow a good yoke of bullocks at Stan- pear as I call; let them do so, let them do (air?

Let me see; Where is Mouldy? Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there.

Muul. Here, an't please you. Shal. Death is certain.-Is old Double of your

Shal. What think you, ir John ? a good-limbed town living yet ?

tellow: young, strong, and of good friends. Sil. Dead, sir.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Shal. Dead !-See, see !-he drew a good bow ;

Moul. Yea, an't please you. And dead :-he shot a fine shoot :-John of Gaunt Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used. loved him well, and betted much money on his

Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i'iaith! things head. Dead !- he would have clapped i'the clout that are mouldy, lack use: Very singular good at twelve score;* and carried you a forehand shaft In faith, well said, sir John; very well said. a fourteen and fourteer and a half, that it would

Fal. Prick hiin.

[To Shallow. have done a man's heart good to see.--How a score

Moul. I was pricked well enough before, an you all of ewes now?

could have let me alone : my old dame will be unSil. Thereafter as they be: a score of good ewes done now, for one to do her husbandry, and her may be worth ten pounds.

drudgery : you need not to have pricked me; there Shal. And is old Double dead?

are other men ftter to co out than I.

Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy, you shall go. MoulEnter Bardolph, and one with him. dy, it is time you were spent. Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men,

Moul. Spent! as I think.

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; Know Bard. Good morrow, honest gentlemen : I be you where you are ? - For the other, sir John-let seech you, which is justice Shallow?

me see ;-Simon Shadow! Shal. I'am Roberi Shallow, sir; a poor esquire. Fal. Ay marry, let me have him to sit under: of this county, and one of the king's justices of the he's like to be a cold soldier. peace: What is your good pleasure with me ? Shal. Where's Shadow ? Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you:

Shad. Here, sir. my captain, sir John Falstaff: a talls gentleman, Fal, Shadow, whose son art thou ? by heaven, and a most gallant leader.

Shad. My mother's son, sir. Shal. He greets me well, sir; I knew him a Fal. Thy mother's son like enough; and thy good backsword man: How doth the good knight? father's shadow: so the son of the female is the may I ask, how my lady his wife doch?

shadow of the male: It is often so, indeed; but Bard. Sir, pardon ; a soldier is better accommo- not much of the father's substance. dated, than with a wife.

Shal. Do you like him, sir John?
Suu. It is well said, in faith, sir ; and it is well

Fal, Shadow will serve for summer,-prick him; said, indeed, too. Better accommodated !-il is-for we have a number of shadows to fill up the good; yea, indeed, it is : good phrases are surely, muster-book. and ever were, very commendable. Accommo

Shal. Thomas Wart! dated !-it comes from accommodo : very good ; a

Fal. Where's he?
Proin phrase.

Wart. Here, sir.
B7d. Pardon me, I have heard the word, Fil. Is thy name Wart?
Phras?, call you it? By this good day, I know not

Wart. Yea, sir.
the prise: but I will maintain the word with my Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.
sword io be a soldier-like word, and a word of er-

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ? cet din good command. Accommodated; that is,

Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built when u man is, as they say, accommodated: or, upon his back, and the whole frame stands upe when a man is,-being, --whereby, -he may be pins: prick him to more. To thought to be accommodated; which is an excellent Shal. Ha, ha, ha!-you can do it, sir; you cal thing.

do it: I commend you well.-Francis Feeble! Enter Falstaff.

Fee. Here, sir.

Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ?
Shal. It is very just ;-Look, here comes good Fet. A woman's tailor, sir.
(1) Rakes, or rioters.

(4) Hit the white mark at twelve score partie (2) Ladies of pleasure. (3) Boy.

(5) Brave.


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