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Shal. Wheres the roule? wheres the roule? wheres the roule let me fee, let me see, let me see, so, so, so, so, sn, (so, so) yea mary sir, Rafe Mouldy let them appeare as I cal, let them do, so, let them do, so, let me see, where is Mouldy?
Mouldy. Here, and't please you.
Shal. What think you sir Iohn, a good limbde, felow, yong, strong, and of good friends.
Fal. Is thy name Mouldie?
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent yfaith, things that are mouldy lacke vse: very singular good, infaith well said sir lohn, very well said.
Iohn prickes him. Moul. I was prickt wel enough before, and you could haue let me alone, my old dame will be vndone now for one to doe her husbandrie, and her drudgery, you need not to haue prickt me, there are other men fiter to go out then I.
Fal. Go to, peace Mouldy, you shall go, Mouldy it is time you were spent.
Moul. Spent ?
Shal. Peace fellow, peace, stand aside, know you where you are? for th'other sir Iohn : let me fee Simon Shadow.
Fal. Yea mary, let me haue him to fit vnder, hees like to be a cold soldiour.
Shal. Wheres Shadow ?
Fal. Thy mothers fonne ! like enough, and thy fathers (hadow, so the fonne of the female is the madow of the male : it. is often so indeede, but much of the fathers substance.
Shal. Do you like him fir Iohn ?
Fal. Shadow will ferue for summer, pricke him, for we haue a number of shadowes fill vp the mufter bookc.
Shal. Thomas Wart.
Fal. It were superfluous, for apparell is built vpon his back, and the whole frame stands vpon pins, pricke him no more.
Shal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it fir, you can do it, I commend you well : Francis Feeble.
Feeble. Here fir.
Fal. You may, but if he had bin a mans tailer hee'd a prickt you : wilt thou make as manie holes in an enemies battaile, as thou hast done in a womans peticoate.
Feeble. I will do my good will sir, you can haue no more.
Fal. Well saide good womans tailer, well faid couragious Fecble, thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathfull doue, or most magoanimous mouse, pricke the womans tailer : wel M. Shallow, deepe M. Shallow.
Feeble. I would Wart might haue gone fir.
Fal. I would thou wert a mans tailer, that thou mightít mend him and make him fit to goe, I cannot put him to a priuale souldier, that is the leader of so many thousands, let that suffice most forcible Feeble.
Feeble. It shall fuffice sir.
Fal. Fore God a likely fellow, come pricke Bul-calfe till hee roare againe.
Bul. O Lord, good my lord captaine.
Bul. A horfon cold fir, a cough fir, which I cought with ringing in the kings affaires vpon his coronation day fir.
Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the warres in a gowne, ve wil haue away thy cold, and I wil take such order that thy friendes shal ring for thee. Is here all ?
Shal. Here is two more cald then your number, you must haue but foure here sir, and so I pray you goe in with mee to dinner.
Fa. Come, I wil go drink with you, but I cānot tary dinner : I am glad to see you, by my troth master Shallow.
Shal. O fir Iohn, do you remember since we lay all night in the windmil in faint Georges field ?
Fal. No more of that master Shallow.
Shal. Ha, twas a merry night, and is lane Night-worke aliue.
Falst. She liues master Shallow.
Fa. Neuer neuer, she wold alwaies say, she could not abide master Shallow.
Sha. By the masse I could anger her too'th heart, she was then a bona roba, doth she hold her owne wel ?
Fal. Old old master Shallow.
Shal. Nay the must be old, she cannot chufe but be old, certain shees old, and had Robin Night-work by old Nightwork, before I came to Clemham.
Scilens. Thats fiftie fiue yeare ago.
Shal. Ha cousen Scilens that thou hadst feene that that this knight and I have seene, ha sir Iohn, said I wel?
Fal. We haue heard the chimes at midnight M. Shallow.
Sha. That we haue that we haue, that we haue, in faith sir Iohn we haue, our watch-worde was hemboies, come lets to dinner, come lets to dinner, Iesus the daies that wee haue feene, come, come.
Exeunt. Bul. Good mailter corporate Bardolfe, fand my friend, and heres foure Harry ten shillings in French crowns for you, in very truth sir, I had as liue be hangd fir as go, and yet for mine owne part sir I do not care, but rather because I am vawilling, and for mine owne part haue a desire to stay with my friends, elle fir I did not care for mine owne part so much.
Bard. Go to, stand aside.
Mcul. And good master corporall captaine, for my dames sake stand my friend, she has no body to doe any thing about her when I am gone, and she is old and cannot helpe herselfe, you shall haue forty fir.
Bar. Go to, stand aside.
Feeble. By my troth I care not, a man can die but once, we owe God a death, Ile nere beare a base mind, and't bee my definy: so, and't be not, so, no man's too good to ferue's prince, and let it go which way it will, he that dies this yeere is quit for the next.
Bar. Well said, th'art a good fellow.
Enter Falstaffe and the iuftices.
Fal. Come sir, which men shall I haue ?
Bar. Sir, a word with you, I haue three pound to free Mouldy and Bulcalfe.
Fal. Go to, well.
Fal. Mouldy and Bulcalfe, for you Mouldy stay at home, til you are past feruice: and for your part Bulcalfe, grow til you come vnto it, I will none of you.
Shal. Sir lohn, fir Iohn, doe not your felfe wrong, they are your likeliest men, and I would haue you serude with the best.
Fal. Wil you tel me (master Shallow) how to chuse a man? care I for the limbe, the thewes, the stature, bulke and big assemblance of a man: giue me the spirit M. Shalow: heres Wart, you see what a ragged apparance it is, a shall charge you, and discharge you with the motion of a pewterers hammer, come off and on swifter then he that gibbets on the brewers bucket: and this fame halfe facde fellow Shadow, giue me this man, he presents no marke to the enemy, the fo-man may with as great aime leuel at the edge of a pen-knife, and for a retraite how swiftly wil this Feeble the womans tailer runne off? O give mee the spare men, and spare me the great ones, putte mee a caliuer into Warts hand Bardolfe.
Bar. Hold Wart, trauers thas, thas, thas.
Fal. Come mannage me your caliuer : so, very wel, go to, very good, exceeding good, O giue me alwaies a little leane, olde chopt ballde, shot: well said yfaith Wart, th’art a good scab, hold, theres a tester for thee.
Shal. He is not his crafts-master, he doth not do it right; I remember at Mile-end greene, when I lay at Clements inne, I was then sir Dagonet in Arthurs (how, there was a little quiuer fellow, and a would mannage you his peece 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 againe would a come: I shall nere see such a fellow.
Fal. These fellowes wooll doe well M. Shallow, God keep you M. Scilens, I will not vse many words with you, fare you wel gentlemen both, I thank you, I must a dosen mile to pight: Bardolje, give the souldiers coates. VOL. II. Mm