thus high and the very fame day did I fight with one Samfon Stockefifb a fruiterer behinde Greyes Inne: Iefu, Iefu, the mad dayes that I haue fpent! and to fee how many of my olde acquaintance are dead.

Si. We fhal all follow, coofin.

Sha. Certaine, tis certaine, very fure, very fure, death (as the pfalmift faith) is certaine to all, all fhall die. How a good yoke of bullockes at Samforth faire?

Si. By my troth I was not there.

Sha. Death is certaine is old Dooble of your towne liuing yet?

Si. Dead fir.

Sha. Iefu, Iefu, dead! a drew a good bow, and dead? a fhot a fine shoote: Ihn a Gaunt loucd him well, and betted much money on his head. Dead? a woulde haue clapt ith clowt at twelue fcore, and carried you a forehand fhaft a fourteene and foureteene and a halfe, that it would haue doone a mans heart good to fee. How a score of ewes now?

Si. Thereafter as they bee, a fcore of good ewes may bee worth ten pounds.

Sha. And is old Dooble dead ?

Si. Here come two of fir Iohn Falstaffes men, as I thinke.

Enter Bardolfe. and one with him.

Bardolfe. Good morrow honeft gentlemen.

Bardolfe. I befeech you, which is iuftice Shallow?

Sha. I am Robart Shallowe, fir, a poore efquier of this countie, and one of the kings iuftices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me?

Bard. My captaine, fir, commends him to you, my captain fir Iohn Falstaffe, a tall gentleman, by heauen, and a most gallant leader.

Sha.

Sha. He greetes me wel, fir, I knew him a good backsword man: how doth the good knight? may I afke how my ladie his wife doth.

Bar. Sir, pardon, a fouldiour is better accommodate then with a wife.

Shal. It is well faid infaith fir, and it is well faid indeed too, better accomodated, it is good, yea indeede is it, good phrases are furely, and euer were, very commendable, accommodated, it comes of accommodo, very good, a good phrafe.

Bar. Pardon fir, I haue heard the word, phrafe call you it by this daye I knowe not the phrafe, but I will maintaine the word with my fword to be a fouldier like word, and a word of exceeding good command by heauen, accommodated, that is when a man is as they fay, accommodated, or when a man is being whereby, a may be thought to be accommodated, which is an excellent thing.

Enter Falstaffe.

Iuft. It is very iuft, look, here comes good fir Iohn, giue me your good hand, giue me your worshippes good hand, by my troth you like well, and beare your yeeres very well, welcome good fir Iohn.

Falst. I am glad to fee you well, good master Robert Shallow, mafter Soccard (as I thinke )

me.

Shal. No fir Iohn, it is my cofen Scilens in commiffion with

Falft. Good mafter Scilens, it well befits you should be of the peace.

Scil. Your good worship is welcome.

Fal. Fie this is hot weather gentlemen, haue you prouided me here halfe a dozen fufficient men?

Shal. Mary haue we fir, wil you fit?
Fal. Let me fee them I befeech you.

Shal.

Shal. Wheres the roule? wheres the roule? wheres the roule let me fee, let me fee, let me fee, fo, fo, so, so, so, (fo, fo) yea mary fir, Rafe Mouldy let them appeare as I cal, let them do, fo, let them do, fo, let me fee, where is Mouldy? Mouldy. Here, and't please you.

Shal. What think you fir Iohn, a good limbde, felow, yong, ftrong, and of good friends.

Fal. Is thy name Mouldie?

Moul. Yea, and't please you.

Fal. Tis the more time thou wert vfde.

Shal. Ha, ha, ha, most excellent yfaith, things that are mouldy lacke vfe: very fingular good, infaith well faid fir Iohn, very well faid. John 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 fitter 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, ftand afide, know you where you are? for th'other fir Ichn: let me fee Simon Shadow. Fal. Yea mary, let me haue him to fit vnder, hees like to be a cold foldiour.

Shal. Wheres Shadow ?

Shad. Here fir.

Fal. Shadow, whofe fonne art thou?

Shad. My mothers fonne fir.

Fal. Thy mothers fonne ! like enough, and thy fathers fhadow, fo the fonne of the female is the fhadow of the male: it. is often fo indeede, but much of the fathers fubftance.

Shal. Do you like him fir Iohn?

Fal. Shadow will ferue for fummer, pricke him, for we haue a number of shadowes fill vp the mufter bookc.

Shal.

Shal. Thomas Wart.

Fal. Wheres he?

Wart. Here fir.

Fal. Is thy name Wart?

Wart. Yea fir.

Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart.
Shal. Shall I pricke him fir Iohn?

Fal. It were fuperfluous, 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.

Shal. What trade art thou Feeble?

Feeble. A womans tailer fir.

Shal. Shall I pricke him 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 haft done in a womans peticoate.

Feeble. I will do my good will fir, you can haue no more.

Fal. Well faide good womans tailer, well faid couragious Feeble, thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathfull doue, or most magnanimous moufe, 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 mightst mend him and make him fit to goe, I cannot put him to a priuate fouldier, that is the leader of fo many thousands, let that fuffice most forcible Feeble.

Feeble. It fhall fuffice fir.

Fal. I am bound to thee reuerend Feeble, who is next?

Shal. Peter Bul-calfe o'th greene.

Fal. Yea mary, lets fee Bul-calfe.

Bul. Here fir.

Fal.

Fal. Fore God a likely fellow, come pricke Bul-calfe till hee

roare againe.

Bul. O Lord, good my lord captaine.

Fal. What doft thou roare before thou art prickt?

Bul. O Lord fir, I am a diseased man.

Fal. What disease haft thou?

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 fhalt go to the warres in a gowne, we wil haue away thy cold, and I wil take fuch order that thy friendes fhal ring for thee. Is here all?

Shal. Here is two more cald then your number, you must haue but foure here fir, and fo I pray you goe in with mee to dinner.

Fa. Come, I wil go drink with you, but I canot tary dianer: I am glad to see you, by my troth mafter Shallow.

Shal. O fir Iohn, do you remember fince we lay all night in the windmil in faint Georges field?

Fal. No more of that mafter Shallow.

Shal. Ha, twas a merry night, and is Iane Night-worke aliue.

Falft. She liues mafter Shallow.

Shal. She neuer could away with me.

Fa. Neuer neuer, fhe wold alwaies fay, fhe could not abide mafter Shallow.

Sha. By the maffe I could anger her too'th heart, she was then a bona roba, doth fhe hold her owne wel?

Fal. Old old mafter Shallow.

Shal. Nay the must be old, fhe cannot chufe but be old, certain fhees old, and had Robin Night-work by old Nightwork, before I came to Clembam.

Scilens. Thats fiftie fiue yeare ago.

Shal. Ha coufen Scilens that thou hadft feene that that this knight and I haue feene, ha fir Iohn, said I wel?

Fal.