Enter Bardolph, and Page. Sil. Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men, as I think. Shal. Good morrow, honeft gentlemen. Bard. I befeech you, which is Juftice Shallow? Shal. I am Robert Shallow, Sir, a poor Efquire of this Country, one of the King's Juftices of the peace: what is your good pleasure with me? Bard. My captain, Sir, commends him to you: my captain Sir John Falstaff; a tall gentleman, by heav'n! and a moft gallant leader. Shal. He greets me well: Sir, I knew him a good back-fword man. How doth the good Knight? may I ask, how my lady his wife doth ? Bard. Sir, pardon, a foldier is better accommodated than with a wife. Shal. It is well faid, Sir; and it is well faid, indeed, too: better accommodated it is good, yea, indeed, is it; good phrafes, furely, are, and ever were, very commendable. Accommodated. it comes of accom modo; very good, a good phrafe. Bard. Pardon me, Sir, I have heard the word. Phrafe, call you it? by this day, I know not the phrafe but I will maintain the word with my fword, to be a foldier-like word, and a word of exceeding good command. Accommodated, that is, when a man is, as they fay, accommodated; or, when a man is, being whereby he may be thought to be accommodated, which is an excellent thing. Enter Falstaff Shal. It is very juft: look, here comes good Sir John. Give me your good hand, give me your Worfhip's good hand: truft me, you look well, and bear your years very well. Welcome, good Sir John. Fal. I am glad to see you well, good mafter Robert Shallow: Maiter Sure-card, as I think, Shal. No, Sir John, it is my cousin Silence; in Commiffion with me. Fal a Sil. You were call Shal. I w any thin and litt 232 Bare, wold the J kney ther (no Di The Second Part of Fal Good mafter Silence, it well befits, you should Your good Worthip is welcome. Be of the peace. Shal. Marry, have we Sir: will fit? you Fal. Fie, this is hot weather, gentlemen; have you provided me here half a dozen of fufficient men? Sbal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's Fal. Let me fee them, I befeech you. fo, fo: yea, marry, Sir. Ralph Mouldy: — let them apthe roll? let me fee, let me fee, let me fee: fo, fo, pear as I call: let them do fo, let them do fo. Let me fee, where is Mouldy? Moul. Here, if it please you. Shal. What think you, Sir John? a good limb'd Fal. Is thy name Mouldy? Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert us'd. that are Shal. Ha, ha, ha, moft excellent, i'faith. Things, mouldy, lack ufe: very fingular good. Well faid, Sir John, very well faid. Fal. Prick him. Moul. I was prickt 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 prickt 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. Moul. Spent? Shal. Peace, fellow, peace: ftand afide: know you where you are? for the other, Sir John. Let me fee: Simon Shadow. Fal. Ay, marry, let me have him to fit under: he's like to be a cold foldier. Shal. Where's Shadow ? Shad. Here, Sir. Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou. ? Shad. My mother's fon, Sir. Fal. Thy mother's fon! like enough; and thy fa ther's fhadow: fo the fon of the female is the fhadow of the male: it is often fo, indeed, but not of the father's fubftance. Shal. Do you like him, Sir John? Fal. Shadow will ferve for fummer; prick him; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the musterbook. Shal. Thomas Wart. Fal. Where's he? Wart. Here, Sir. Fal. Is thy name Wart? Wart. Yea, Sir. Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. Shal. Shall I prick him down, Sir John? Fal. It were fuperfluous; for his apparel is built upon his back, and the whole frame ftands 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. Feeble. Here, Sir. Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble? Shal. Shall I prick him, Sir? Fal. You may but if he had been a man's tailor, he would have prick'd you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemy's battel, as thou haft done in a woman's petticoat? Feeble. I will do my good will, Sir; you can have no more. Fal. Well faid, good woman's tailor; well faid, courageous Feeble: thou wilt be as valiant as the wrathful Dove, or moft magnanimous Moufe. Prick the woman's tailor well, mafter Shallow, deep, mafter Shallow. Feeble. I would, Wart might have gone, Sir. Fal. I would, thou wert a man's tailor, that thou might'ft mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot put him to be a private foldier, that is the leader of fo many thoufands. Let that fuffice, moft forcible Feeble. Feeble The Second Part of 234 Ferble. It fhall fiffice. Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble. Who is the next? Sbal. Peter Bull-calf of the Green. Bul. Here, Sir. Fal. Truft me, a likely fellow. Come, prick me again. Fal. What, doft thou roar before th'art prickt? Fal. What disease haft thou? Bul. A whorfon Cold, Sir; a cough, Sir, which I caught with ringing in the King's affairs, upon his Coronation-day, Sir. Fal. Come, thou fhalt go to the wars in a gown: we will have away thy Cold, and I will take fuch order that thy friends fhall ring for thee. Is here all? Shal. There is two more called than your number, you muft have but four here, Sir; and fo, 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 fee you, in good troth, mafter Shallow. Shal. O, Sir John, do you remember fince we lay all night in the wind-mill in Saint George's fields? Fal. No more of that, good mafter Shallow, no more of that. Shal. Ha! it was a merry night. And is Jane Nightwwork alive? Fal. She lives, mafter Shallow. Shal. She never could away with me. Fal. Never, never: fhe would always fay, fhe could not abide mafter Shallow. Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart: the was then a Bana-roba. Doth fhe hold her own. well? Fal. Old, old, master Shallow. Shal. Nay, the must be old, fhe cannot chufe but be old; certain, fhe's old, and had Robin Night awork work by old Night work, before I came to Clement's Inn. Sil. That's fifty-five years ago. Shal. Ha, coufin Silence, that thou hadft feen That, that this knight and I have feen! hah, Sir John faid I well? Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, Mafter Shallow. Shal That we have, that we have, in faith, Sir John, we have our watch-word was, hem, boys.- -Come, let's to dinner; Oh, the days that we have feen! come, come. Bul. Good mafter corporate Bardolph, ftand my friend, and here is four Harry ten fhillings in French Crowns for you in very truth, Sir, I had as lief be hang'd, Sir, as go; and yet for my own part, Sir, I do not care, but rather because I am unwilling, and for mine own part, have a defire to stay with my friends; elfe, Sir, I did not care for mine own part fo much. Bard. Go to; ftand afide. Moul. And good mafter corporal captain, for my old Dame's fake ftand my friend: fhe hath no body to do any thing about her when I am gone, and fhe's old and cannot help her felf: you fhall have forty, Sir. Bard. Go to; ftand afide. Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God a death, I will never bear a base mind: if it be my destiny, fo: if it be not, fo. No man is too good to ferve his Prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. Bard. Well faid, thou art a good fellow. to free Mouldy and Bull-calf. Fal. Go to: well. I have three pound Shal. Come, Sir John, which four will you have? Shal. Marry then, Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and Shadow. Fale |